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“And—” Henry fisted his cock and hissed, gripping the base tight. Jay had done that, brought him right against the edge with his mouth. “What kind of birthday would it be if we didn’t put our girl in the middle?”

Alice, buried inside him, her hips snugged tight against his ass, gave a surprise thrust. “Me?”

Groaning, Jay arched his hips and clenched. Be nice to hold off on coming just a little longer and absorb the thrusting power from both spouses.

Mmm, yeah, he could get behind that. Or, well—Henry could.

Chapter forty-six

Alice

Broad hands cupped Alice’s breasts, Henry teasing her nipples with his thumbs as he stood behind her. Not fucking her, not yet. Not even fully pressed against her. The length of his cock branded the small of her back every time she rolled her hips backward, the retreat before she thrust herself into Jay.

“Excellent rhythm.” Henry pinched, and sparks of pain heated her breasts like a sip of dark liquor spreading its burning warmth. “Measured.” Pinch. “Precise.”

Her chest flushed. The pinching sped up, each tweak a hair faster than her thrusts, and she worked her hips to match Henry’s pace. Jay grew more urgent, his exhales a stream of whines and moans. He’d been beautifully vocal during his flogging, too, so responsive she’d almost been sorry to stop. But better to stop on a high note than push too far and start making mistakes.

Plus, fucking him was its own high. She hadn’t been sure they’d get this far. Contingencies on contingencies, the cocksucking only if the flogging was well-received, the pegging only if the first two succeeded—three for three so far. And then Henry revealed one more birthday gift, his master plan for the scene more extensive than hers, and so—she hissed at a sharper pinch—fucking hot.

“Too much?” he murmured in her ear, rolling her tight nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Or just right?”

“Good sting,” she whispered. The throb between her thighs carried a fire to it now, the blaze spreading from the tips of her breasts down her undulating abs and intensifying with each thrust. As she plunged into Jay and drove her hips against his ass, the flared base of silicone rocked against her clit. Primer and charge. “Gonna explode sometime soon. Don’t miss it.”

“Not for the world.” Henry drew his hands back, pressing her spine as he descended to her ass. He palmed her cheeks, spreading her, one hand leaving and returning with warm, drizzly lube.

Wha—ohh.

Her harness did make the other option less accessible. And for weeks, ever since their antique hunt, his evening orders for her had often included relaxing in a hot bath with her heart-shaped plug. A remedy for stress, she’d thought. But also a backdoor—ha!—way of readying her for the plans he’d made. She would’ve assembled the clues earlier if she hadn’t been laser-focused on the experience she wanted to create for Jay and forgotten that Henry would want to craft an experience for them both.

She splayed her hands low across Jay’s ribs, beneath his shoulder blades, in the spaces between his harness straps, and used the leverage for more power in her thrusts. And keeping her balance while Henry tormented her with slick, teasing circles against her ass. Jay issued a wordless plea, the spiraling pitch a strong sign he was close.

Nudging her hair aside, Henry dotted her shoulders with heated air and grazing teeth. “Enjoy what you’re doing, my love. I have everything else well in hand.”

“I’ll say you do.” She squirmed on her backthrust, into the pressure of his fingers, and reached for the calm acceptance that would ease his entrance. Vulnerability. That was the thing that made anal sex so intimate. This connection demanded she put her whole self into Henry’s hands, just as Jay had willingly draped himself over the flogging horse and opened himself to her. “Obey and enjoy. I’ve learned to like that rule. Even before I became your wife.”

The shiny newness hadn’t worn off the word yet. She curled her hands against Jay’s back, kneading his flowing muscles, and the band on her ring finger gleamed. She hadn’t expected to like it so much. But now it reminded her all day long of what she had waiting at home, the two men who loved her.

“And I”—Henry thrust slowly, gentle prods, in and out, the ridge of his cock a teasing stretch every time—“am an exceptionally lucky, deliriously happy, unreservedly satisfied husband.”

His growing thrusts pressed her forward, drove her deep into Jay and over his back. She couldn’t quite reach Jay’s hands the way he’d clasped hers, but she could grip his shoulders. Pull at his harness. Clutch and release, over and over. She bent atop him and threaded her fingers through his hair, tugged at him as he rocked in a cat stretch beneath her.

“I love fucking you, Jay. I love possessing every inch of you and knowing how much you want to please me.” She rubbed her face against his back and inhaled the musk of his skin, more earthy Jay-ness now than the evergreen of her fresh-scrubbed stud. Henry’s cock, stretching her, had her shivering even in the inferno they generated. Her clit throbbed. She’d lose the ability to talk any second. “How are you doing, sweetheart? What do you need?”

Jay lost his reedy tenor, his moan dipping low, a strained grunt. “Waiting. Trying. Wanna wait. For you. Wanna. Us.”

“I want that too.” She growled into his back, desire fierce and rising inside her. Jay’s devotion raised her up, demanded her very best. “Soon. So soon.”

Her body told her so. She ricocheted between two selves, the dominant hyper-attuned to Jay and his shifting body and the submissive hissing with delight as Henry filled her with his cock and bucked his hips snug against her ass. Pinned between her husbands, she followed Henry’s pace, her undulations the rolling wave she’d learned in the belly dancing workshop she’d taken as a joke years ago. The hip drop earned her one of Henry’s hands at her waist and the other tangled in her hair. Her back bowed, and her tight nipples dragged across Jay’s back.

Weight settled on her. Henry thrust deeper, not pulling back, fully inside her, a piston about to overheat, pumping at blazing speed. His hand left her hip, and she stopped her wailing complaint against her teeth when he reached past her and interlaced their fingers in Jay’s hair, wedding band glinting alongside hers. Now he held both his spouses.

“I, Henry, take thee, Alice and Jay, to be mine.”

She ignited.

Now, now, now she warbled to Jay, maybe aloud, maybe not. All sound disappeared. Nothing but heat and light existed, white flashes firing off one after another, spreading to the ends of the universe.

Her eyes blinked open to the small of Jay’s back. Her hair clung to her face, and her face clung to Jay, because holy fuck they’d gotten sweaty. She lightly peeled herself up, and in an instant Henry had wrapped his arms around her and helped her stand.

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