Finding Their Balance (6 page)

Yeah, wanted it so bad the firmness had run screaming from his cock.

“All’s well. No need for apologies.” Henry strong-armed her around the waist. “Nor from you, my frustrated doubter.”

“But I’m failing.” She flailed her useless floppy-sack finger. “My fumbling is boring Jay to death.”

“Are you kidding?” Propping himself on his forearms, Jay dug his feet back under her. “You’ve got all your attention focused on me.” He launched his melty chocolate puppy-dog stare. “Nothing better. Do it again?”

“You aren’t failing, Alice. You’re learning.” Leading her back to Jay, Henry kissed her shoulder, his lips soft and warm. “You’ve encountered a difficulty.” He nipped, quick and sharp, and soothed her with his tongue. “You have tools and knowledge to ease the way. This is your opportunity to ask.”

His brilliant problem-solver. Mystified, more like. “I can’t judge how much pressure I’m stroking with.” Maybe sharing their experience was the point. “Is sex really this foggy with one of these on?”

Shrugging, Jay showed off his sexy abs. “I’ve never tried one on my finger. Or stuffed with cotton. Sounds itchy.”

Unfairly singled out. Great. “Then how come I have to?”

“You’re allowing frustration to distract you.” Nudging her head to head, Henry cracked the icy, paralyzing confusion encasing her. “You believe this”—he squeezed her finger—“is a punishment.”

“No, you have a reason. I know that.” But with her attitude, she’d treated him like a petty man who’d punish her for months of condoms. Unattractive, unkind, self-centered Alice. Ugh. “An important one, because you made the game contingent on accepting the condition.”

“Two, actually, but a reasonable deduction.” Henry spread their hands wide on Jay’s thighs. “What do your fingers have that mine lack, sweet girl?”

Henry’s fingers surpassed hers in every measure—longer, thicker, better manicured—“My nails.” Hers extended past her fingers. “They’re too long and sharp.”

“Two lovely pets are reason enough for me to tend mine with care.” Humming, Henry interlinked their fingers. “The cotton and covering owe nothing to squeamishness or hygiene. They are, as you surmise, a safety measure.”

As he dragged her fingers down Jay’s thigh, pale pink lines erupted on the creamy skin hidden by his bike shorts all day.

Sighing, Jay pushed closer.

“Despite his well-muscled, enticing exterior, our Jay is delicate inside.” Henry cupped their hands around Jay’s balls. “We don’t wish to risk a scratch.”

Jay’s soft skin and fuzzy hair tickled her palm. Cocks twitched above her fingers and against her back.

Jay waggled his ass. “Hear that? Muscled and enticing, Alice.” Sexy and cute, too, with a devastating grin. “I’m worth bundled-up cotton-finger.”

“You are, but I could cut my nails.” She wouldn’t miss them. They’d grow back. Or she could adopt Henry’s regimen. “Now.”

Henry tsked. “Ah, but you’d still have to wear protection for the second reason.”

Tipping back, she found solid support on his shoulder. “Which is?”

“Practice.” He kissed her forehead. “Toys are neither a finger nor a cock, and we’ve several of Jay’s favorites to try in your hands tonight. When you wield one, will you feel sensation at the tip? Will you know how rough, how fast, how hard?”

“No.” Not without wireless hookups, pressure sensors, and software. She’d gain knowledge through experience, the way Henry—of course. Henry had mapped her pleasure centers, her likes and dislikes, and taught her and Jay to play in tune. “Only Jay can tell me what he needs.”

“Exquisite.” Henry captured her mouth. Delving inside, twining their tongues, he stroked her breathless. “Tell him what you’re doing, Alice. Talk to him.”

Craft a scene the way Henry did, hold Jay spellbound with her voice and bring him to climax. Easy. Right.

In dark eyes and expectant brows, Jay offered a wealth of trust. He cocked his head, and a stray lock of hair tumbled across his forehead.

Oh God. All of his faith, aimed at her. She buried her face in Henry’s neck. “What if I can’t? What if I say the wrong thing?”

“What will help you most in this moment?” Henry matched her plaintive whispers with a strong rumble. “What do you want?”

“I want to”—
feel in control, but how
—“see what I’m doing.” Not hurt Jay or disappoint Henry. “Run a simulation.” A hundred.

“Good. Identifying your desire and locating the proper tool will bring the fulfillment you seek.” He placed his finger at her lips in a silent shush. With his opposite hand, and hers, he massaged Jay’s ass. “Such tight beauty, round and firm, deserves appreciation.”

Legs bending almost double, Jay rocked into their caress.

“Yet it obstructs my view of another beauty. One I would claim with fullness and depth.” Henry skated his fingers through the lube coating Jay. “Would you enjoy that, Jay?”

“Yes, please.” Ending on a whimper, Jay unfolded his elbows and dropped to the sheets.

“Then you’ll hold yourself open for us.” Deep notes transformed Henry from coaxing questioner to demanding dominant. “Present yourself. Show Alice where you most want her touch.”

Jay slapped his hands to his ass and spread his cheeks. Lube laid a shining path for her. He flexed, flashing pink.

Henry doused the tip of her swaddled finger. At this rate, she’d use the whole lube bottle before she got up her courage. She traced Jay with steady pressure, circling his faint thrusts. Pushing toward her, that’s how he created his rhythm. An anti-Kegel. “Is this my invitation?”

Exhaling, he stuttered. “Uh-huh.” His cock twitched, well on the road to hard again. “Ready when you are.”

She’d hurt Jay with her incompetence. She wouldn’t like it. She wouldn’t be able to get him off this way. She’d—

“Small steps.” Henry steadied her shaking hand. “The finished design will show itself in time. Push when he does.” As the tip slipped inside, Henry guided her in a slow thrust. “Jay understands your need to study each component. You please him with your care and attention.”

Jay squeezed her in the vise of his body. Just to the middle of her finger, the second knuckle, but solid. Throbbing. Her heartbeat or his, drawing her deeper.

“You are not being judged,” Henry whispered. “Shall I forbid you to judge yourself?”

The pressure popped. She tumbled forward to the last knuckle, her loose fist sliding on excess lube slicking his skin.

Groaning, cock waving flaglike over his abs, Jay gripped his ass.

Her heart thundered. “Am I hurting you?”

“Not hurting.” Jay laughed. He clamped down with powerful muscles.

Jesus. As he pushed and pulled, she bobbed in the current.

“You’re in control.” Startling, a revision of her mental map. She wouldn’t be powerless and in pain, either. Henry would never use her that way, but stray fears clung like cobwebs.

“When I wanna be. Told you it doesn’t hurt.” As he relaxed, he freed her to move. “But you gotta want to let someone in. You choose to surrender.”

“Well said.” Pumping Jay’s cock, Henry wrung loose a happy whine. “That trust cannot be rushed, and it does not arise from the head.” He settled his hand on hers. “For now, explore.”

At each Jay-wiggle, she grew bolder, testing every masturbatory trick she used herself.

Jay, laughing, invented his own hot and cold rating scale. “Neighbor. Friend. Friendlier. Partner. Friend.”

“Is thrusting better?” She drew back. Jay liked Henry’s power. She’d have to deliver despite having less mass.

Henry encircled her wrist before she could pull free. “Stay within the place you’ve made for yourself.” He nudged her into a slow spin, drilling forward. “You see how he surges toward you?”

“Thrusting’s good. I like thrusting.” Rocking, Jay set the bed in motion and moaned with her moves.

Hell yes better. She developed a clockwise twist deeper, a counterclockwise twist shallower. Eyeing the tightening in his balls, she picked up her pace.

“More.” Jay flexed his hips and drove himself against her. “Please.”

Grinding accomplished nothing. Her finger didn’t reach farther. Faster, she could do.
More
stymied her.

“So eager he is to seek pleasure.” Tugging her backward, Henry rolled the condom down. His quick work snuggled her index and middle fingers together, double-sizing her makeshift cock. “So eager to be the center of your understanding.”

“Gonna give you two, stud.” Share what she was doing, check. Ask for what she needed—“Push for me. Show me you want me inside.”

His effort overcame cotton and latex, the pressure more familiar, her awareness better attuned. She slipped in with patient ease. Double-fucking-tight.

Bouncing his ass in rhythm, Jay gripped her on every pullback. He curled his toes into the mattress. His cock swelled. “Please,” he chanted, his begging mixed with vibrato breaths and tenor whimpers. “Please, Alice.”

“Do you hear the changing tones of his need?” In the shadow of Jay’s thigh, Henry extended two fingers, mimed turning his hand palm up, and gestured in a come-hither motion. “Listen to the roughening timbre. The wild swing in pitch.”

She copied the slow swivel and stroked upward. A smooth bump rolled under her touch.

Cock jerking, Jay jammed himself toward her.

Henry caressed her arms, an infusion of strength and confidence. “Take his pleasure as your tuning fork.”

Fingers firm, she rubbed the gentle curve with persistent repetition. Memorized the placement. The spot where guy-magic happened.

“I need, fuck, I need to come.” Jay arched off the bed, his thighs straining. “Can’t wait. Please. Please.”

“Come, Jay.” This storm surged at her direction. In two fingers, she held the power to command him. “Come for
me.
”

He shuddered and groaned. His cock leapt. A white arc surged over his chest and spattered his neck. A second splashed his sternum. The third pooled above his navel. He lay painted with his climax and gasping for breath, all because of her.

No blizzard-blind fumbling. She’d built a fucking hydroelectric dam connecting her to Jay with high-voltage wires, and the controls lived inside her. She’d even short-circuited the bedroom lights. Dim, with new fuzzy halos.

“Breathe.”

Her chest heaved at Henry’s command. Her lungs rejoiced. Fuck, no wonder she’d gotten lightheaded. Shivering, she giggled. “I did it.” She’d put the stunned grin on Jay’s face and the triumphant streaks on his chest and belly. “I did it.”

“Hell yeah you did.” Propped on his elbows, Jay scanned himself to her buried fingers and blew her a kiss. “You fucked me good.”

Cock thumping her back, Henry clenched her thighs with surprising force. His low growl vibrated through his chest and pushed into her. “Magnificent.”

A violent surge of desire overloaded her. With the raw strength of his ownership, he cut her imagination loose sure as if he’d toppled her and fucked her across Jay’s chest.

“You’ve pleased me, both of you, with your patience and courage.” Henry lifted his hands, and the color rushed back under her skin.

He kept encouraging her in this powerful direction. Nothing matched the thrill and the sober responsibility of cradling Jay’s trust and happiness in her hands—or the exhilaration of choosing the right route.

“Yoo-hoo, Alice. You aced the lesson.” Stretching with puppyish abandon, Jay levered his feet and waggled her legs. “Good thing. Not surprising.”

The lesson went beyond cutting loose her subconscious fears about anal sex. Jay’s pleasures weren’t the only ones exposed to her here.

Head shaking, Jay laughed. “She’s got subspace face. Dom-space face?”

Henry had given her a firsthand, guided tour through his emotions as their dominant. This brilliant flash of heat and accomplishment, this slow-burning contentment flowing in after, he’d shown her in the only way she’d appreciate.

“Success can be surprising when our girl underestimates her readiness for deeper understanding.” Henry kissed the back of her head as he helped ease her fingers free. “You’re her first, and firsts are a breeding ground for creativity, invention, and revision.”

Settling down, Jay cupped his hands behind his head with ostentatious flair. “I’m a great first.”

She graduated to washcloth duty, bathing her Jay-slate clean from shoulders to balls. “You were fantastic.”

“You’re having fun, right?” Jay cradled her in a loose hug, tapping her back with excess energy. “I want this to be good for you. Whatever’s got you worried or weirded out up here”—he nudged her forehead—“when you’re trying to receive down here”—and squeezed her ass—“you can ask or test.”

“I’m good now.” In a lazy sweep, she wiped a nonexistent splash of ejaculate from his jaw. “I like this game.” She invaded his mouth, her kiss weighted and dragging and molasses-sweet. He tasted of submission and satisfaction. God, Henry must love that flavor on them. “A lot.”

Jay’s low whine chased her. Eyes closed, he grew a teeth-baring grin.

“And I love putting that sexy fucking smirk on your face.”

His eyes widened, and he wriggled taller, pressing his shoulders back. “I’m your stunt double.”

Henry corralled her and hauled her into his lap. “Let’s find you both another pleasurable challenge.”

At Henry’s direction, Jay rolled onto his stomach and hugged a stack of towel-draped pillows. The height propped his ass and bent his legs.

Henry passed her a clear glass toy from the bench. The weighty cone shape resembled a Christmas tree on a stand.

Measured against her fingers, the toy came out on top by less than an inch. More girth, yeah, but nowhere near what her lovers carried around in their shorts. “Kind of stubby, isn’t it?”

Jay snorted.

“You wound me.” Henry pressed their gathered hands to her heart. “Have I ever failed to satisfy?”

Hell no. “You’re a lot bigger than this is.”

He tickled her ribs, chasing her as she squirmed away. “You’ll appreciate small in due time.”

“I’d appreciate small.” Drumming his feet on her, Jay wiggled his ass. “I’m super appreciative.”

“We’ll have you hard again soon enough.” With a heavy massage, Henry pushed him into the pillows. “I’ve plans for you.”