Crossing the Lines (15 page)

“You want more tonight, don’t you, Jay?” Henry punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, and Jay thrust up in reply. “What I’ve given Alice tonight? What I’ve saved for you, my boy?”

Holy fuck.

Henry and Jay kissed in front of her often. Jay’d blown Henry once in her presence. But she’d never been privy to more.

“Yes.” Jay’s answer came with a quiet whine. “Please, Henry.”

Henry kissed him, slow and gentle. “Yes. You were eager for it, weren’t you? That’s why you emptied the nightstand.”

He’d done what? Beyond Henry’s body, the sheets resembled a makeshift workspace skewed by their movements. Small packets of tissues, plain and moistened. A hand towel. A black bottle. Lube, likely, though the angle obscured the label.

Beside her, their tangled legs, their subtly shifting hips. Flat torsos pressed together. Henry’s strong back and arms. Their faces, intimate, touching.

“Yes, Henry. I want…” Jay’s glance caught her gaze. He put his mouth to Henry’s ear, hidden on the far side. His voice rumbled, low and indistinct.

Maybe her first instinct had been right. Selfishness motivated her impolite behavior. Her desperate desire to stay wasn’t worth making Jay uncomfortable or inhibited.

Henry moaned. A quiet, almost hopeless sound.

“My sweet, sweet boy.” He shook his head, a slight twitch. “I fear it’s not so simple as that. But we know, hmm? And perhaps eventually we’ll both see that wish realized.” Henry rubbed his cheek against Jay’s and kissed him again, a demanding kiss.

The moment Jay submitted fluttered in her belly as if he’d been her. Unhappy tension flowing out, happy tension flowing in. Henry’s magic touch.

“I want you focused on
your
need, Jay. Relax for me. Think about what you feel. What you want.” Henry pushed himself up and back, until he sat on his heels between Jay’s legs. “How it pleases me to take you.”

Streaks of pre-come dampened their stomachs. Jay watched Henry with absolute trust. Henry scratched his fingernails across Jay’s abdomen and down, parting to avoid his cock. Too much stimulation, maybe. He teased up and down Jay’s thighs.

Torn between such a beautiful vision and her concern for Jay’s feelings, she wandered in an unfamiliar maze. Sought refuge in analysis. Jay’s parted lips, his whimpering pleas and intent eyes, didn’t scream upset or inhibited or embarrassed. Not even when Henry’s hand slipped lower. He had to be teasing Jay the way he’d teased her last month, fingers stroking Jay’s ass. He moved his wrist in slow circles.

Analysis ceded ground to arousal. Excitement quaked in her thighs. Merged watching with being. The phantom touch of Henry’s fingers. In Jay’s silence, she found Henry watching her.

“I will not attempt to force you to stay and watch, Alice.” His voice rolled smooth and deep, a bottomless sea. “But Jay and I would both enjoy it very much if you did.”

They wanted her to stay. Both of them.
Yes, yes, please.

“I want to stay.” Her answer emerged soft and breathy and wholly unlike her.

Henry beckoned her to him. She rose on her knees, and he pulled her closer. He kissed her, hard, nuzzling her throat afterward. “My lovely girl. Stay with me here a moment, hmm? See how beautiful Jay is in his need.”

He lowered his hand and pushed Jay’s thighs farther apart. Jay raised his knees.

His sudden motion exposed the tiny ring of flesh that hardly seemed an opening at all. If she were Jay, she’d be extremely fucking nervous right about now.

But Jay flexed his feet against the sheets and rocked his hips. His ribs expanded and contracted to the growing rhythm of his breath. Eager anticipation lit his eyes. Catching her gaze, he smiled and nodded as if to encourage her.

His enthusiasm emboldening, she trailed her hand down Jay’s thigh when Henry leaned away.

Jay hummed. He tipped his hips upward, his cock swaying across his abs, and his ass tightened. She pressed harder, a light scratch like Henry had used, and Jay’s ass lifted off the bed.

“Oh,
very
good, Alice.” Henry kissed her temple.

Pleasure rushed down her body.

Taking good care of Jay, paying special attention to him, would always earn Henry’s approval.

“Do that again for me, please, my sweet girl.”

She swept her fingers down Jay’s thigh toward his groin with a light touch and dragged them back with the heavier one. Jay raised up, chasing the pressure. Henry slipped the edge of the hand towel beneath him.

“Silicone lube,” he murmured. “Terrible for the sheets. Excellent, however, for mimicking the slickness you produce effortlessly, my dear.”

He unscrewed the cap on the black bottle and squeezed until the pads of his right thumb and first two fingers gleamed with an oily sheen. He rubbed them together. Thin and smooth, the liquid bore no scent.

Jay whimpered, watching Henry’s fingers move, his hips shifting and straining.

“Gently, my boy,” Henry chided. His lubed fingers pressed against the center of Jay’s ass, the sheen making puckered flesh shine deep pink. Jay tried to push forward, but Henry slipped his fingers to the side, stroking around but not on.

Sympathy for Jay’s frustrated whine engulfed her. That desperate need, the waiting
Henry demanded of them, made sex so much better. No dispute. But being suspended in that moment, Christ. She leaned forward, silently urging Henry to give Jay what he craved.

Henry caressed Jay’s thigh with his left hand, a slow and soothing touch. His right index finger rubbed a tightening spiral and pushed. His wrist turned in a slow circle as his finger disappeared, knuckle by knuckle. His other fingers curled in a fist, knuckles brushing Jay’s skin, thumb rubbing alongside. Jay sighed, a happy sound, a relieved sound, even though Henry hadn’t thrust.

The first sensation of fullness. When what she wanted was a hard cock, but what she had was her fingers. Get aroused and needy enough, even the substitution came as a welcome relief from clenching and feeling nothing in return.

At Henry’s first slow thrust, Jay rolled his hips and pushed forward.

“You want more, my boy? Is that what you want to tell me?” Henry smiled at Jay’s nod. “So sweetly impatient.”

Henry circled his wrist again, wider. This time when he slid his finger inside, a second joined it.

Jay groaned. His legs tipped outward.

Henry’s hand rested, unmoving, with Jay’s flesh stretched around the base of his index and middle fingers.

She shifted closer, vaginal walls tugging at her. Did Henry’s fingers feel the same to Jay? Would they feel as good to her if she let Henry touch her this way? The pain she feared didn’t show on Jay’s face.

Jay grinned, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cock bobbing against his stomach. His knee stood inches from where she knelt, leaning forward as Henry put on a show with his fingers. The swift beat of desire urging her on, she ducked her head upside down and kissed the inner underside of Jay’s knee, sucking at the soft flesh. Hips thrusting, he groaned when his ass clenched around Henry’s fingers.

Henry raised his left hand from Jay’s thigh and tipped her chin. His eyes met hers.

“Playful,” he murmured. “Lovely.” He trailed his fingers over her skin and away. “Did you like that, my boy?”

“Yes, Henry.” Jay’s answer overlapped the question.

“Alice must be quite enamored of your beauty, hmm? Wanting to see your reactions to her touch? To mine?”

Henry rotated his hand until his wrist faced upward. He moved with such a short stroke it seemed more a flexing of his wrist than a thrust, but he repeated it twice. His fingers had to be doing more inside. Jay’s cock stiffened hard enough to reveal every delicate line beneath straining flesh, and he whined as he dug his heels into the bed.

“But you don’t want to come so quickly, do you?”

Jay shook his head with vigor. “No, Henry. With you, please.”

He knew the answer would be yes, or he trusted it would be. A certainty she shared.

Henry withdrew his fingers and reached for a wet wipe. He cleaned his right hand and tossed the used wipe in the bedside trashcan, delivering a thorough kiss to Jay, since he had to lean over him to make the toss.

Settling back, Henry lowered his ass to the bed and folded his legs to either side.

Jay raised his knees until his feet bumped his ass, which tipped upward.

Henry picked up the lube bottle and squeezed a few drops over Jay. The liquid coated his opening, pink and shining, eager and pulsing.

With his left hand, Henry gripped his cock at the base. To steady himself for penetration? To rein in his excitement?

She struggled to control her own.

Henry drizzled lube on the top of his cock and laid the bottle aside. Was he…he was. He teased Jay with the head of his cock, rubbing it against Jay’s asshole, lubed and waiting for him. No condom with Jay. They’d be bare to each other. He might expect that of her someday.

Henry had shown her his disease-free test results and Jay’s the day she’d signed the contract. Their tests had been dated two weeks earlier. She’d thought it coincidence. But now, understanding the detail he put into planning their nights together…he must’ve been expecting something. She’d had a battery of tests that week to fulfill his requirement for proof of her clean status.

Jay clutched at the sheets. The longer Henry teased without entering, the greater Jay’s focus. He stilled, and Henry hummed approval.

He’d allowed oral sex without protection. But he hadn’t once suggested fucking her without a condom, though he knew she used birth control pills. An extra precaution, or a concession to her comfort level? Or something he shared only with Jay.

Fascination pulled at her as Henry pushed forward. Such a tiny ring of muscle. The way it stretched around the head of Henry’s bare cock seemed impossible, though she knew her own body capable of the same. But to be bare.
Naked.

A shiver darted along her spine. She’d never experienced a relationship like that. Never trusted like that. But Jay allowed it. Didn’t question it. Welcomed it.

“Beautiful, my boy. Tilt your hips for me.” Henry grunted, his cock edging deeper. “Good, just like that.”

Henry still gripped his cock. His fingers squeezed down tight, and he breathed out in an amused huff. “Impatient, are you, my boy? Or only proud, hmm? Proud of how tightly you hold me? Of how much pleasure you give me? Of how much you have yet to give?”

He had a lot left to give. Henry wasn’t even half-buried in Jay yet. He pulled back, not far, and pushed forward again.

Jay moaned. He squirmed against the bed, his ass wriggling from side to side as if trying to pull Henry deeper.

His eyes were closed, his neck extended with exquisite tension. He breathed hard. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile as Henry moved. Naked adoration softened his face, sculpting slender Jay-angles into open curves bent on Henry. He turned the same face on her, and warmth enveloped her as if he’d wrapped her in a hug.

He winked. “I’m fantastic, right, Alice?”

“Beautiful,” she agreed. “Like Henry said.”

Jay wasn’t embarrassed to have her here, and he didn’t have an ounce of selfishness in him. He took pride in sharing this with her, letting her see Henry claim him this way.

Henry still hadn’t given him a full thrust. Hell, he hadn’t even laid a hand on Jay’s cock. But Jay’s cock stood stiff, the ridge along the underside sharply defined and pre-come pooling in a wet patch on his stomach.

She wanted to run her tongue up that ridge, close her mouth over the head of his cock and suck while Henry fucked him.

“Beautiful,” she repeated, holding back a moan.

“Even more beautiful in a moment, isn’t that so, my boy? You’ve been very good today. It’s been a wonderful day. You deserve to enjoy every inch I can give you.”

“Yes, please, Henry.” Jay pleaded with eyes wide and soft. “I can take it.”

“I know you can, my sweet boy. I know.” Henry rested his hands against the backs of Jay’s thighs. “Nice and relaxed, Jay. Push for me.”

Push? It sounded counterproductive, but Jay nodded.

Henry’s low moan made her shiver as his cock slipped steadily inside. He rested flush against Jay’s body. Neither moved beyond the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed.