Page 31 of Binding Their Hearts

Henry launched, bearing Jay down to the bed with his full weight—yet he’d worked one hand behind Jay’s head and cradled it as they hit the mattress. Tangled legs unfolded, feet kicking aside stray sheet swales, Jay’s heels deep in cinnamon silk as he gripped Henry’s hips with his knees.

“All day, every day.” Henry claimed Jay’s mouth, rough and biting, tugging Jay’s lips between his teeth. “You never stop being mine, Jay, not for one single second.”

Jay arched his neck in offering and Henry took it, forging a ragged trail of heated breaths and reddening skin.

“You are mine in the morning, in your beautiful slumber, even as you curl and stretch and your eyelids flutter with the last of your dreams—and there, too, you are mine, for those fantasies become reality in my hands.”

Up and past her, Jay’s arm slid along the sheet, guided by Henry’s firm grasp above his elbow. Henry ran that steady hold down Jay’s forearm, his thumb a furrow in the muscle. Right to the center of Jay’s palm he went, and splayed callused fingers out with the pressure of his hand.

Her skin tingled with joyous muscle memory, the lingering impression of Henry’s rough tenderness tonight mingling with Jay’s massage earlier in the week. Both possessive in their own ways. Jay excelled at giving service; the desire lived in him constantly, and being denied left him not just mopey but empty, a blazing torch hollowed to ash.

Henry raised Jay’s hand to the headboard and molded his fingers to a spindle. “You are mine when you adhere to my rules and follow my guidance”—in retreat, he tugged Jay’s wrist and grunted approval as Jay held fast to the wood frame—“and when you seek to challenge for what you are owed. You are my deserving boy, my sweet submissive. Always mine.”

The pattern repeated with Jay’s other arm as Henry’s long reach settled more weight where their bodies met, their cocks trapped between them. Jay panted, his eyes tracking Henry, his pleading whines a continuous soft chorus. Alice fumbled behind her for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand and wrestled off the top, letting it drop to the floor. She warmed the bottle in her fist, near enough for Henry to grab when he needed it.

He knee-walked up the bed, alongside Jay’s hardworking ribs, and dipped the head of his cock into Jay’s eager mouth. Using the headboard for leverage, Jay lifted his head and chased more. His jaw worked; his tongue flicked out past his lips. His upper torso raised off the bed, showing off that fucking amazing abdominal core control, and still Henry taunted him, resting his arms atop the headboard and gazing down between.

“You are mine when I give you what you most desire.” He dipped his hips in a powerful thrust, almost disappearing into Jay’s mouth, and growled as he rose again, his cock shining. “And mine when I make you wait for a greater prize.”

Jay bucked his hips. His cock drizzled excitement across his stomach, a slick syrup leading the way to dessert. “Please.” He sucked the tip of Henry’s cock before it again rose out of reach. “Please let me serve you.”

Henry dropped his head back against his shoulders. He sent a deep breath gusting toward the ceiling, then another.

Alice barely breathed at all. Immense weight settled in her chest. The pressure not to disappoint their submissive was all-consuming when every decision rested in their hands. Even minutes from climax, his body urging him to finish, Henry would be rapidly reviewing his options. And choosing one that would give Jay exactly what he needed.

Henry plunged downward, sliding one hand behind Jay’s head and holding him steady as he fed Jay his cock. “You are mine when you dine naked, flaunting your body for my gaze. Mine at the club, in front of friends and strangers, when you demonstrate your joy in obedience. Mine out in the world, in your daily armor, kept safe from prying eyes, but always mine.”

Jay gazed up in worship, his mouth filled, his eyes wide and trusting. Henry pulled him down by the hair clenched in his fist, freeing his cock and laying Jay’s head on the mattress. Jay dragged bellowing breaths into his lungs, and Alice’s own lungs throbbed as she remembered to breathe.

Henry inched back, gripping Jay as he moved, kneading his glorious shoulders, spreading fingers across his heaving chest, following the tapering notch to his hips. He stroked the bands of muscle framing a vee around Jay’s trembling cock.

With one hand, he reached toward Alice. “Mine when I choose how and where to fill you up, my best boy.”

She laid the lube in his hand; he swept his fingertips across her palm in thanks before putting it to use.

Hands on the headboard exactly where Henry had placed them, Jay lifted his knees and spread his feet.

Kneeling, Henry half dragged Jay into his lap to meet his cock. He claimed Jay with quick thrusts, each deeper than the last, pinning their bodies together as he sank fully inside. He lunged forward, Jay curling beneath him, and welded his mouth to Jay’s.

He snaked his arms under Jay, not even bothering to hold his weight off their lover—they were well-matched in size, dark heads bent together, mouths clashing. Trapped between them, Jay’s cock had to be riding the waves of Henry’s thrusts, their dominant sliding his body over Jay again and again. Possessing him.

“Know this, Jay.” The hips kept their rhythm, but Henry ended the rough kisses and pressed his forehead to Jay’s. “You are mine whether you are giving me the most exquisite service I have ever received or being feted and spoiled as you ought, for you are my treasured pet, my brave boy, my Jay.”

The spiraling whine in reply might have been yours.

“You are worthy of love, Jay.” Henry’s breath came faster. Dark leather and earthy evergreen musk saturated the air. “Regardless of what deeds you do. You, Jay. You are worthy and beloved. You belong. To me, to Alice—”

Jay lost himself, his hips pistoning under Henry’s power, muscles straining, guttural gratitude spilling from his throat.

“You. Are. Ours.” Roaring his message with each thrust, Henry joined Jay in climax.

They sagged together, exchanging breaths, the two gloriously sweaty men she meant to marry.

A shudder swept through her, a flicker like fear but not, something grander and more imposing. Her lovers left her awestruck. Memory flashed, Devils Tower at sunset, the monument impossibly tall, the sky vivid oranges and purples, herself young enough to believe that witnessing all that beauty filled her with it, too. Twentysome years later, she believed again.

Everything about tonight had been unexpected. Not that they’d ended up in bed, but how spontaneous Henry had been, how right it felt to allow for that; how brave Jay had been with his requests, and how happy to receive the things he’d asked for; how relaxed she’d been, after a week of nearly nothing but tension from work stress to house-hunting to worrying how therapy might change Jay. The three of them, they were more than rigid roles and rules: they were grand theories, shifting to accommodate new information and behavior, freedom within a framework. And someday very soon, that framework would carry the word marriage.

They would define what that meant together. Something beautiful, though.

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