Page 65 of Own Me

“She’s perfect,” he whispers through pants, answering my unspoken question and stirring a heightened wave of arousal.

I no longer care that I’m half-naked in a semi-public place where anyone could enter, that Henry is fucking me in front of three people.Friends, not people.

I glance down to see Merrick languidly stroking himself with one hand, while his other has settled on Henry’s bare thigh, gripping his muscle just above where his pants are pushed down to. His breathing is heavy.

The mental image Henry painted for me earlier—of these two beautiful men pleasuring a womantogether—crashes into my mind like an avalanche, consuming all other thoughts. Henry may not crave dick as he so eloquently put it, but he knows Merrick does and he’s not shying away, not growling at him to remove his hands. Henry likes testing his own boundaries.

He also likes testing mine.

I’ve never tested his.

“Can he touch you?” I hear myself ask in a whisper and, I swear, behind that lion tamer’s mask, I see a glint flash in Merrick’s blue eyes—of shock or excitement, I can’t tell.

Henry’s hips slow, lose their rhythm. “Is that whatyouwant to see?” he asks with ragged breaths. He’s close to coming.

I hesitate. “Just once.” Just like I agreed to that time in the grotto with Margo, even though I don’t crave women.

I want to know that Henry will bend for me as readily as I bend for him.

“Fuck,” he curses, then swallows hard. “Just this once. And only because it’s him.”

I bite back the smile of victory. Henry’s trying something he’s never done before—a seemingly impossible feat given his sexual experiences—and he’s not doing it for himself, he’s doing it because I asked him to.

“You sure?” Merrick asks, his hand still on Henry’s thigh.

“Make it worthwhile,” Henry growls.

A sexy smirk curls the lion tamer’s lips. “You know I will.” Merrick fishes out something from the pocket of his sagging pants, tearing off the plastic seal with his teeth in one expert bite. It’s a bottle of lube like the one the naughty mime gave Henry.

I watch in the myriad of reflections as he coats his fingers with the clear liquid, tosses the empty container, and then reaches forward to rub the spot behind Henry’s balls.

Henry’s breath hitches and I hold my breath, wondering how he’ll react.

His hips pick up their rhythm again and he slips in and out of me.

Merrick’s crooked smirk is intoxicating as he edges forward, his hip fitting in between Henry’s parted knees. “Stop for a minute,” he demands, his deep voice like honey.

Henry complies and Merrick’s muscular arm flexes as he hooks it around one of Henry’s legs and lifts. He slides his slick fingers farther back. “Not the best angle, but I can make it work,” Merrick murmurs.

Henry grunts, and I realize Merrick’s aim—which I should have when I asked for this. My skin ignites over my entire body and I can hardly breathe. Has Henry ever allowed anything like that?

“Relax for me,” Merrick coaxes, his voice gravelly, and I frantically search the reflections for one that shows me the explicit scene. Unfortunately, it’s blocked by Merrick’s bare ass, so I lean forward, straining to see from this award angle.

“That’s my girl.” Henry chuckles. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

I barely notice the couple behind us—Margo’s wet mouth making obscene noises as she pleasures Joel—as Merrick slowly works a finger past the tight ring and into his friend at my bidding.

Henry moans as Merrick adds a second finger, following the same painstakingly slow process until Henry’s body accepts him.

“You good?” Merrick asks, his eyes locked on Henry.

Henry inhales sharply and then answers with a gruff “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Merrick lowers Henry’s thigh to the floor.

Henry’s hips start rocking again, cautiously at first, adjusting to the intrusion. But it’s not long before, with a soft groan and a curse, he finally picks up the tempo.

Merrick’s muscular frame remains sandwiched between Henry’s thighs, so close to where we’re joined, his free hand resting on Henry’s thigh. He doesn’t relent, his lips parted as he holds his position, meeting every thrust of Henry’s with his own as Henry comes down on his friend’s hand. Soon, Henry’s soft moans are timed with it as well.

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