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“You’re not a substitute.”Jay’s rough whisper sent a shiver down her back.“I wouldn’t use you like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t, sweetheart.I know.”There were times for her, too, when only Henry would do.It didn’t mean she loved Jay less, or he her.If what he needed this morning was Henry’s acceptance, she would give it to him.Balancing her hands on his arms, she pushed to her feet.

“Alice?”His eyes leapt open.

“It’s okay, I promise.”She swung one leg over the tub and cozied up to his side.“Close your eyes for me.”She rubbed his back under the towel in slow circles and laid her chin on his shoulder, her mouth alongside his ear.If she did this right, her thick, throaty purr would bypass his brain utterly and dive straight to his cock.“Tell me about your dream.”

Chapter sixty-two

Jay

“Mydream?”Eyesclosedlike Alice ordered, Jay swallowed to get the reediness out of his voice.Every inch of him was aware of every inch of her, warm and musky, straight from bed, wedged sideways beside him with one bare thigh swaying against his ass.His dick wouldn’t be taking a nap with her so close.He scrunched his toes into the bathmat.

“You woke up with this gorgeous cock hard and ready.”She skimmed the top of his thigh, her hand small and light.Back and forth, dipping her fingers behind his knee.“You told me you were dreaming about cocksucking.Giving or receiving, sweetheart?”

He had told her that.Sometimes words fell out of his mouth before he could raise a gate for them.But honesty was supposed to be their gold medal standard.“Giving.I was…” Her little hum and stroking fingers made the words easier.“In the dream, Henry woke me with a kiss.”

Instead, he’d been hard as titanium and luckily cock-down this morning when Henry blocked the light from the window.Couldn’t turn over or sit up without making himself obvious, and Henry had seen more than enough of that last night.

“A hard kiss?”Alice gripped his leg above the knee, her fingers spread and squeezing as she straddled the tub.“Growling and possessive, his hand on your shoulder holding you down, his leg thrown over the top of yours, a thrust of his cock against your hip?”Rocking against him, she blew in his ear, a breathy hum like she couldn’t wait for Henry to give her the same.“That kind of kiss, Jay?The one that saysmine?”

The heavy touch he craved, the ownership, the taking.For years they’d been so careful, Henry not wanting to stir up his nightmares.But in his dreams he could have it, all of it.The Henry who needed him beyond reason.“Yours.”

“Mmm.”Alice’s sweet sigh slipped into a full-body shiver against him.“And after the kiss?”She whispered straight into his ear, sending sparks down through him.“Did he tell you what to do, or did he just act?”

“Acted.”He kneaded soft muscle and cotton: Alice’s thigh, where his shirt draped over lush curves.She’d stolen his tee, claimed it like a trophy, because everything that was his was hers.Including him—and the cock he’d tried to conceal from her like an embarrassed seventh grader.It thudded with his heartbeat, full strength and ready for anything she needed.“He yanked me down the bed by my ankles.Knelt over my face.Pinned my arms with his knees.”

She growled approval and dug her fingers into his thigh, her legs tightening around him as her hips rolled.“He didn’t touch you, did he.And he wouldn’t let you touch yourself, either.”

She knew.Being helpless.Submitting and accepting what they were given.Fuck, coming was nothing compared to that, just the way his cock interpreted the fireworks show going on in his head.“If I was good, he said.”

“You’re Henry’s good boy,” she murmured, her voice buzzing in his ears as she ran a finger along the underside of his cock.No pressure behind it, just the faintest tease his dick chased like a dowsing rod.“Did you wait like a good boy, or did you beg for his cock in your throat?”

A whine slipped through his lips.“Wait…” His lungs sucked down more air.“Waited.”

“So hard to wait.”She rocked against him, her voice the thick syrup over the cookfires in sugaring season.“And there’s Henry, straddling your chest, his legs pinning your arms tight.”Her shudder vibrated through him.“Is he stroking his cock, Jay?Showing you what you’re going to take?”

He thrust his hips, bucking just for how good it would feel under Henry’s hold.

A narrow pressure sliding up his cock rewarded him.Thumb and one finger, loose and lazy, slow torture.“But he didn’t give it to you all at once.”

He’d had those fantasies too, the unexpected plunge that demanded he take it all.Not this one, though.“Just a taste, first.”He slipped his tongue across his lips, hunting for the cock that should be his.“Tongue out.Licking.”

“Mm-hmm.”Alice turned her mouth from his ear, rocking her chin on his shoulder.Low clicks came from her throat.“You’re watching how your mouth makes his cock wet and shiny.Feeling him, hard and plump, your tongue curling over the head…”

Wet fingers slicked his cock, traced his slit, and rolled over the edge.She stroked just under the head, dipping down the vein, her touch heavier now.

“Teasing along the ridge…”

“Want it.”With his eyes closed, fantasies overlapped.Henry fisted his cock, rubbing Jay’s mouth with the tip.Alice added her weight across his thighs, lining up his cock for her ride.“Wanna beg him for it.”

“I know you do.Henry knows it, too.He’s watching you, watching your beautiful face.He knows just how long you can wait.Knows when to thrust into your mouth, how far he can go, how much you can take.”

She urged him on with the strength of a sudden storm, a summer downpour with thunder rumbling through the clouds.

“All of it.I want...”His throat worked, swallowing the prize.His breaths grew short and heavy.“Want all of it.”

She tightened on his cock, her hand setting a steady rhythm.She swayed with him; the floor creaked.“You know he’ll give it to you.You’re Henry’s good boy.Feel it now, his cock bumping the back of your throat, deep and slow.Lifting your head as he pulls back.You’re trying to hold on a little longer, to suck him harder.I see how much you want it, stud.”

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