you’re perfect.”
“Absolute perfection.” Henry startled her, but Jay didn’t budge.
How much had Henry heard? Had he hurried back to them? She twisted around, desperate to read his face.
Henry locked eyes with her. He stalked them, crossing the kitchen with deliberate steps.
“Jay.” His voice was soft. Controlled. “Fetch me a condom. Quickly, now.”
Jay darted from the room, leaving her to Henry’s mercy. He didn’t look merciful.
“My sweet girl. Do you know”—with his body he herded her to the kitchen wall—“how many hours”—hiked her dress to her waist—“I’ve been waiting”—hoisted her with hands beneath her thighs and leaned into her—“to do this?” Fully hard, he pushed into her panties.
He raked her neck with kisses and ground his hips, his cock the strike of a match across her clit. Trapped against the wall, she whimpered and stroked him in return.
“Thank you, Jay. Lend me your hands, hmm?” Henry squeezed her thighs, lifting her up and sliding her back down. “Mine are occupied.”
He returned to kissing her—her throat, her collarbone, her earlobes, her jaw, finally her mouth. All the while, Jay worked between them, unbuckling Henry’s belt and opening his pants. Knuckles bumping her through her panties with accidental strokes, he lowered the condom over Henry’s cock. When the kisses paused, Alice held her breath.
“Is she wet for me, Jay? Best to check. Be a good boy and give Alice two fingers.”
Her panties slipped to the side. A finger stroked between her lips with an audibly wet slide. Drenched. No hiding the truth of her eager response. Jay thrust inside. Her bucking hips locked him between her and Henry, shoving the heel of Jay’s hand against her clit. Fuck yes.
“More than wet enough, Henry.” Jay spread his fingers, readying her for a larger invasion.
Henry forced her hips to the wall. “Show me.”
Jay pulled free and raised his fingers.
Henry sucked them into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.
Jay moaned.
Henry let go and licked his lips.
“Thank you, my boy.” He kissed Jay softly. “Hold our girl open a moment. I’ve a gift to give her.”
The best gift. Her breathing quickened as Jay pushed her panties aside and the tip of Henry’s cock rested just inside her. Jay stepped back. But Henry made no move to enter farther, and his hands kept her still.
“You want to watch, don’t you, my boy?”
“Yes, Henry.” His trembling tenor flirted with the edge of a whimper.
“No touching. Neither us nor yourself. You’ll wait your turn like a good boy, hmm?”
Jay rasped yes between heavy exhalations. He’d wait. Wait like she was waiting now. Wait for Henry’s pleasure. His choice of when and how to take them.
The tingling need firing along every nerve shivered through to her skin. “Please…”
“You want your gift, Alice?”
“Yes. Please.”
Henry thrust with a single, smooth stroke. Her thighs spread as he reached his depth. She clutched his shoulders. He drew back and thrust again, starting a deep, rocking rhythm that carried her along until she was whimpering with need and unashamed of it.
“Who makes you feel good, Alice? Who gives you this pleasure?”
“You do.”
“Who am I, Alice?”
“Henry. Henry-Henry-Henry.” She called his name with each thrust, a rolling chant.
“And why do I do it, Alice? Why do I allow you so much pleasure?”
She almost fumbled the rhythm, but then certainty filled her as surely as his carefully measured thrusts. “Because you love me.”
“Say it again, Alice.”
“Because you love me.”
She repeated the words until she couldn’t, until her throat grew tight and her head pressed against the wall and she met Henry’s every thrust with violent force of her own. The drape of her dress and the slide of the fabric teased her as they had on their first night. The tension in her body teetered on the cusp of uncoiling.
He tightened his hold on the backs of her thighs as he
“Absolute perfection.” Henry startled her, but Jay didn’t budge.
How much had Henry heard? Had he hurried back to them? She twisted around, desperate to read his face.
Henry locked eyes with her. He stalked them, crossing the kitchen with deliberate steps.
“Jay.” His voice was soft. Controlled. “Fetch me a condom. Quickly, now.”
Jay darted from the room, leaving her to Henry’s mercy. He didn’t look merciful.
“My sweet girl. Do you know”—with his body he herded her to the kitchen wall—“how many hours”—hiked her dress to her waist—“I’ve been waiting”—hoisted her with hands beneath her thighs and leaned into her—“to do this?” Fully hard, he pushed into her panties.
He raked her neck with kisses and ground his hips, his cock the strike of a match across her clit. Trapped against the wall, she whimpered and stroked him in return.
“Thank you, Jay. Lend me your hands, hmm?” Henry squeezed her thighs, lifting her up and sliding her back down. “Mine are occupied.”
He returned to kissing her—her throat, her collarbone, her earlobes, her jaw, finally her mouth. All the while, Jay worked between them, unbuckling Henry’s belt and opening his pants. Knuckles bumping her through her panties with accidental strokes, he lowered the condom over Henry’s cock. When the kisses paused, Alice held her breath.
“Is she wet for me, Jay? Best to check. Be a good boy and give Alice two fingers.”
Her panties slipped to the side. A finger stroked between her lips with an audibly wet slide. Drenched. No hiding the truth of her eager response. Jay thrust inside. Her bucking hips locked him between her and Henry, shoving the heel of Jay’s hand against her clit. Fuck yes.
“More than wet enough, Henry.” Jay spread his fingers, readying her for a larger invasion.
Henry forced her hips to the wall. “Show me.”
Jay pulled free and raised his fingers.
Henry sucked them into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.
Jay moaned.
Henry let go and licked his lips.
“Thank you, my boy.” He kissed Jay softly. “Hold our girl open a moment. I’ve a gift to give her.”
The best gift. Her breathing quickened as Jay pushed her panties aside and the tip of Henry’s cock rested just inside her. Jay stepped back. But Henry made no move to enter farther, and his hands kept her still.
“You want to watch, don’t you, my boy?”
“Yes, Henry.” His trembling tenor flirted with the edge of a whimper.
“No touching. Neither us nor yourself. You’ll wait your turn like a good boy, hmm?”
Jay rasped yes between heavy exhalations. He’d wait. Wait like she was waiting now. Wait for Henry’s pleasure. His choice of when and how to take them.
The tingling need firing along every nerve shivered through to her skin. “Please…”
“You want your gift, Alice?”
“Yes. Please.”
Henry thrust with a single, smooth stroke. Her thighs spread as he reached his depth. She clutched his shoulders. He drew back and thrust again, starting a deep, rocking rhythm that carried her along until she was whimpering with need and unashamed of it.
“Who makes you feel good, Alice? Who gives you this pleasure?”
“You do.”
“Who am I, Alice?”
“Henry. Henry-Henry-Henry.” She called his name with each thrust, a rolling chant.
“And why do I do it, Alice? Why do I allow you so much pleasure?”
She almost fumbled the rhythm, but then certainty filled her as surely as his carefully measured thrusts. “Because you love me.”
“Say it again, Alice.”
“Because you love me.”
She repeated the words until she couldn’t, until her throat grew tight and her head pressed against the wall and she met Henry’s every thrust with violent force of her own. The drape of her dress and the slide of the fabric teased her as they had on their first night. The tension in her body teetered on the cusp of uncoiling.
He tightened his hold on the backs of her thighs as he
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