Finding Their Balance (7 page)

Jay stopped grinding. “Thank you, Henry.”

“Starting small is a retraining exercise.” Henry poured lube over the glass toy and her cupped palm. “A reminder of how pleasure builds and grows.”

“We’re gonna run out of lube.” Especially if he meant to use every item on the bench.

“Should the two of you empty a bottle a night in play, I would judge it well spent.” He slicked her fingers and the toy’s tip. “You will never upset me by using more than needed.”

Practicing what he’d taught her, she eased forward. Tingles traveled to her toes gripping the bedsheet. Jay’s reward for his patience with her playtime might include Henry as the main event. “This is a warm-up.”

Jay pressed back, taking the full depth with a low sigh.

“Mm-hmm.” Outlining the wide circle base, Henry teased Jay where curved glass met soft skin. “Stretching is beneficial—and enjoyable. Isn’t that so?”

The plug dipped and jumped. Jay worked fantastic fucking muscles, pumping divots in the sides of his ass and flexing against his lovers. “I’m an exercise fiend. I love this workout.”

Too tempting. She elevator-button-pressed the toy’s base.

Groaning, Jay dug his knees in and lifted toward her.

In doggy-style, that’d be her plea for Henry to fuck her harder. “You want thrusting?”

“God yeah.” Jay dropped his head. “I want it, please.”

“Not with this toy.” Henry stayed her hand. “Jay, you’ve a wonderful opportunity to help educate your playmate.” Twisting, he fluttered his fingers over the remaining toys on the bench. “List three activities you enjoy while wearing your plug.”

“Only three?” Jay shot a sexy smirk over his shoulder. “Doing chores. This baby’s how Henry convinced me dusting was a necessity.”

Henry set a slender steel dildo and the lube between her legs. Taking over her massage, he stroked Jay from knee hollows to ass curves.

“All that bending and reaching?” Jay sighed with heavy appreciation. “Dust needs to happen faster.”

She got hands-on lubing the toy, a heavy sphere below an elongated ellipsoid shaft. An exclamation point, held straight up by the ball end.

“We’ll find more uses for your bending and reaching talents.” Henry clamped down on Jay’s perfect cheeks. “I do so enjoy supervising. A second?”

Pushing toward Henry, Jay whimpered. “Waiting—you haven’t loved waiting pose until you’ve done it with the weight of a plug in your ass.”

“One more, please.”

As Henry wiggled the glass handle, Jay tightened his feet into iron bands across the tops of her thighs. “Having this in your ass and Henry in your throat is amazing, especially when he won’t let you touch yourself.”

A glimpse of her future, watching and partaking. Slippery rivers of lube flowed into a friction-reducing cushion to protect Jay from the metal warming in her hands. Ready for her training and his pleasure.

“My dick’s in stiff-breeze mode then. You could breathe from across the room and I’d come.”

“Well done.” Humming, Henry freed the plug. “Your enthusiasm fills our Alice as easily as your toys fill you.” Glass toy deposited on the bench, Henry adjusted her grip on its steel cousin. “You’ll have the thrusting you desire as your reward.”

They slipped the toy home together. Wrapped around her, Henry controlled the speed and power of their thrusts—slow and easy.

With a feline arch in his back and a whine in his throat, Jay dragged his face along the sheet. Tensing and relaxing in turn, he formed ripples in his long muscles as if he’d slam toward them given the chance.

Heavy-handed, Henry petted one flexing thigh. “With words, if you can. Will you speak up for Alice? You’ve quite enthralled her.”

“Me?” Jay shimmied, speeding their thrusts and whimpering as they dug their knuckles into his cheeks. “I, yeah, I want her—” He shuddered. “Fuck, deep and short, please.” He sucked in a hard breath. “I want her to feel all of this.”

“You look amazing.” Best damn sales pitch ever. Guided by Henry, she traded long strokes for short ones. Staying deep, she upped her pace. Metal gleamed, the lube lending a colored sheen.

“Define the
this
you wish her to feel.” Henry slipped under her and rolled Jay’s balls against the stacked pillows.

Shaking, Jay groaned. “Intense. Intensity. Perfect gear, muscles fluid, lungs burning, gonna be so fucking good to summit—”

“Lift up and show me your cock.”

Jay jolted his hips in the air.

Her thrusting ceased. “God, he’s gorgeous.”

He hung stiff and bobbing, gravity coaxing a bead of pre-come into a dangling thread. The thick ridge running up his underside made a tempting target.

“He is. An exquisite muse.” Intercepting her as she reached for Jay without conscious control, Henry rubbed his thumb in her palm. “One more toy tonight, but you’ll have to share.”

A toy for her. Small suddenly sounded delightful.

Jay uttered a light fuck-me-now whimper. “I love sharing.”

Easing the steel free left Jay exposing a wider ring of deep pink, open and flexing. The final toy curved in a shallow arc with five glass spheres of increasing diameter above a looping handle. Henry shoved the pillows aside.

Cock swinging like a compass seeking north, Jay accepted each globe with a low sigh and stretch.

Henry pressed a condom into her palm. An extra two fingers alongside the toy would be more than a stretch. Cupping between her legs, he tugged her folds. “Open.”

Fuck yes. The condom slipped. She clamped the packet at the last second. With shaking hands, she tore the foil.

“Turn over.”

Her?

No—Jay flopped on his back, arms and legs spread, cock proud and straining over his stomach. The toy’s looping handle grazed his balls.

“Wrap him up, sweet girl.” Kissing her throat, shrouding her in his hot breath, Henry thumbed her clit. “He comes with his own toy attached. One you have a fondness for, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Not mistaken.” She planted her hand alongside Jay. Wrapping his cock had one reason—putting him inside her. “I’d call fond an understatement.”

Jay thumped his stomach. No hands. She’d primed him for maximum pleasure. Adorable wrinkles gone, he’d turned plum dark and ripe.

“You’ve both accomplished a great deal.” Henry parted her with slow sweeps. “To help you retain your newfound knowledge, we’d best let the material”—he drove his finger into her—“sink in.”

Aching need registered in a flash of heat. As she’d focused on Jay, on learning and comparing, hoping she’d unlock the secrets of fantastic anal sex, her body had grown restless. Rivers of lube had nothing on her readiness.

Unrelenting, Henry pumped and rubbed, slicking her clit.

She hung her head, hair dangling and flowing over Jay. He rippled his abs beneath her. Beyond Jay’s covered cock and lean thighs, Henry fucked her on his fingers.

Fucking beautiful hands he had, swift and sure, attached to a brilliant, intuitive man who loved her. Tension compressed her into a ball, the collapsing star driving toward one energetic burst.

Henry swept free and left her hugging the edge.

“Please.” Grappling with hunger for Jay, she developed a rattling voice. “Please, Henry.”

“Up on your knees. Straddle Jay. Face me.”

The room spun as she scrambled. Jay’s earthy-eyed lust and worship burned like an afterimage in tandem with Henry’s stern, heavy stare.

Squeezing Jay’s base, Henry tilted him upright. “Claim him, Alice.”

She sank, shaking and sliding, taking ownership of Jay as she swallowed his hard flesh.

Whimpering, he dug into the mattress. No wonder, if he’d gotten as close as she had. Strung tight with need, they waited on Henry’s permission.

“Your patience and enthusiasm have been a delight, my boy. I’m so pleased with you.” Flattening one hand to her belly, Henry hovered at her clit. “You needn’t hold back. Touch our girl all you like.”

In a jackrabbit leap, Jay launched them together. Fondling his way up her ribs, he cupped her breasts.

Henry dropped pressure on her clit, his thumb an insistent demand. “Ride.”

She rode hard and Jay matched her, his balls swaying across the glass handle. He defined perpetual motion, mapping her skin with his fidgety impulses. Cracks let starlight through where he touched her, where Henry touched her.

“Need—” She gulped for air. No oxygen, not here in deep space. “Gonna—” Just elemental forces goading her to—

“Come.”

Her star exploded. One low demand shattered her and radiated shock waves.

Henry grabbed her chin and tilted her head. “Watch.” He pulled the handle between Jay’s legs.

Groaning, Jay bucked like a goddamn bronco as each bead emerged.

She clung to him with bent legs, struggling for purchase, slapping her hands on his sides behind her.

Jay thrust wild. Gluing his hands to her hips, he hauled her down to meet him.

A command performance. The hard, fast fucking she sometimes begged Henry for. God, what a reward. The scattered debris field of her exploding star reassembled and shook loose again with Jay’s final thrusts. She sagged, panting and spent.

Henry pushed her backward, and Jay caught her. Their labored breathing filled the room. Praising them with reassuring caresses, Henry existed everywhere at once, spreading the excited electrons of dominance. He rolled them on their sides, straightened her cramping legs, and cradled her as Jay pulled out. He stripped and discarded the condom. He peeled them apart, finally, as breathing came easier and her heart rate slowed. Sweat and silicone lube made them all damp and slick.

“On your back.” Planting kisses, Henry drew a line down Jay’s throat. “Knees up.”

As Jay followed directions, Henry rocked back on his heels. He stroked his cock in a loose-fingered grip. He’d hardened watching them. As solid as the toys, but longer. Thicker. The spreading lube brightened his erection.

Jay hip-bumped her, eagerness writ in his broad smile despite his sleeping cock.

Nodding toward the toy bench, Henry positioned himself at Jay’s entrance. “All of that beauty is in service to this beauty. Relaxation, stretching, and comfort to permit this pleasure.”

He slid into Jay, slow but unceasing. Inevitable for Jay to sheathe him. Inevitable the green sea, dark and intense, deepening his stare. Inevitable the whimpering submission in return, Jay beautiful with his slack jaw and bared neck.

Toys enhanced playtime, but neither metal nor glass nor leather matched their boundless love. For that, they needed only each other. Sated and content, she snuggled beside Jay.

Henry took Jay with unhurried, serene strokes. “You remember this part, don’t you, my loves?”

Valentine’s.

Curling his arm around her, Jay kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you stayed. Glad you’re still staying.”

“Me too.” Hypnotic, the slide of Henry into Jay and the tender, unguarded gaze he pinned on them both. The doubts of four months ago rang like echoes of another life. “I was so frightened of my own happiness. Now I can’t imagine being unhappy here.”

She traced Jay along the sexy fucking vee cutting a line through his abdomen. She’d kept her distance that night. Believed these intimacies off-limits. Look but don’t touch.

But fuck, the two of them in motion. Kneeling with his knees spread wide, Henry supported Jay in between, lifting his ass off the bed. He hugged Jay’s upthrust legs and stroked his thighs. He pumped with life, love, and the promise of forever.

Even Jay’s cock, pulsing with definite interest but sluggish response, understood that truth. He’d come hard with her, but three times on a play night was his norm. Maybe he’d like help. On Valentine’s, she’d shoved the idle fantasy aside.

Henry laid his hand on hers, the two of them covering Jay’s hip. “You sound as though you want something.”

Breathy moans flowed beneath his deep calm. Her breathy moans. She snapped her mouth shut. Damn, now she’d denied him the pleasure of her enjoyment. Gathering courage, she licked her lips. “What I wanted in February but was too nervous to ask for.”

“Oh?” Henry turned the full force of his expectant gaze on her.

Ask, and it shall be given you.
Whatever creed Henry lived by, that rule slotted near the top of the hierarchy.

“I want Jay in my mouth while you’re making love to him.”

As Jay gasped, Henry’s smooth rhythm stuttered. “Washcloth first.” He resumed thrusting at a slower pace. “A fresh palate deserves a fresh palette.”

Her cotton massage carried away traces of latex and spermicide. Nothing but Jay-skin and Jay-musk for her. Extending her tongue, she descended.

He arched his back, straining toward her. His intermittent whimpers fluttered in his abs beneath her cheek.

Lying on his stomach, she lapped at his cock. Good God, the view.

Jay twitched and grew, his cock filling out his soft skin. His balls swayed in time with Henry’s rhythm. Inches away, Henry sank and emerged, over and over, veins like fractal patterns squiggling under his surface. Beautiful.

She slipped her mouth around Jay. He’d gotten too long for lapping, unless she intended to move back. Fuck no.

Henry’s quickening thrusts pushed Jay into her. Not a blowjob—Henry making love to both of them. He lacked Jay’s muscle definition, but his abs showed now, rolling and flexing to drive him deeper. Rocking with Henry’s power, Jay became an unstable platform. Her hair tumbled into her eyes.

Henry swept the strands back in his fist. “So lovely.” Strain deepened his baritone into growling bass. “The both of you.” He leaned over them, his thrusts rapid and abbreviated, a jolting rhythm. “Together. Exquisite.
Mine.
”

His bellow vibrated in her bones. Three hard thrusts, and on the third Jay joined him. Almost nothing left to give, but he pulsed and jerked all the same, eager to deliver in the midst of Henry’s climax. She swallowed with primal satisfaction.

When the three of them arrived at the club Saturday morning, Henry charmed Caitlyn into sending them back without an announcement. Knocking, he pushed the ornate paneled door from ajar to open. “Bedeviled by the torment of a thousand paper cuts, I see.”