8. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Jason
I never imagined belonging to someone as thoroughly as I belonged to Henry and Mari. They guided me tenderly into the shower, soaping my body, then pushing me to my knees. I wasn’t sure what that was about, until Henry grabbed her, bending her forward, and thrust into her from behind, and then I knew exactly why I was kneeling, and I lunged for my prize, licking and sucking her clit as Henry fucked her. I braced myself on her hips, letting my tongue get more and more into it, until with every swipe, with every thrust of Henry’s hips, I licked his shaft, too.
“Good boy,” he growled, and I smiled, proud to be praised. It made the warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier come back in a rush, and I wanted to do more to earn it, so I pressed closer, framed Mari’s hips in my hands and licked her until she quivered under my touch, begging and moaning in the most delicious way.
Mari came hard for us, shuddering and gushing around Henry’s cock, and I wasn’t sure what made me do the next bit, but on the next thrust, once she was settled from her orgasm, I reached up and stole his cock from her, shoving it into my own mouth. Which was an impulsive choice, but once I’d done it, I couldn’t regret it. He tasted like her, like home, like, well, like having the best person in the world inside me.
“Fuck, Jason,” she whimpered, and I looked up to find her watching me as I sucked her husband off between her legs. She shoved at my head, and I backed off for a moment, thinking I’d done something wrong, but she dropped to her knees, too, kissing me around his cock. And that was maybe the most sensual kiss of my life, with our tongues tangling around Henry’s thick shaft.
“You get the prize,” she whispered, moving to suck on his balls. “But I want him to come so hard his eyes roll back.”
Laughing softly, I sucked his full shaft between my lips, trying to do every single thing I loved when women did it to me, gliding my tongue over his slit, then sucking hard as I tried to take him deep, gagging around the head. He grabbed my hair and slammed into my mouth, using me, and that was even better. That was what I was there for, to bring him the ultimate pleasure. There was something delicious about the thick pulse of his cock, the way I felt his orgasm rise against my tongue. I didn’t back off, even as he came with a shout, filling my mouth with his release. I swallowed it down, not because I loved the taste of it, but because I loved him.
I got the prize, she’d said, and she was right. His orgasm was a prize. Making him feel that good was a prize. Breathing hard, I backed off and met her eyes as Henry turned the shower off. I touched my lips, sticking my tongue out to lick up the mess and tasting him on my skin.
“You okay?” Mari asked.
“I think I’m in love with you guys,” I whispered. “I’m a little worried that I’ve always been in love with you both, and that’s why I hurt people. They were never you.”
She smiled, kissing me, then helping me to my feet, turning me to face him. Henry looked stern as he met my eyes, reaching up and cupping the back of my head and pulling me into a firm kiss. It was delicious, sexy and commanding, and I whimpered against my lips, letting myself be what he needed. Someone to control. Someone to own. He lifted his mouth from mine after a moment.
The kiss lasted almost as long as my kiss with Mari, and held the same heart-pounding tenderness, but with Henry I could feel his strength and his resolve. And behind that, there was a barely restrained desperation. If unleashed, he’d devour me, take me, claim me as theirs. My heart ached for that, but he backed off, meeting my eyes.
“We’ll spend the rest of the day together, but I want you to sleep alone again tonight to think about this decision.” And he produced the cock cage from somewhere, gently fitting it over me, checking the spot where I’d been sore.
“You shaved,” Mari said, examining my balls. “Is it more comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“It’s sexy as hell,” Henry murmured, touching me. “If this is mine, keep it like this.”
“Henry, it is yours. Yours and Mari’s. I don’t need to think about it,” I insisted, darting my head forward to kiss him again. “I know what I want.”
“Yes, you do. We expect you to make a commitment to us. If you decide to do this, it’s not a short-term fling. We’re in it for the long haul, and you struggle with commitment. You will not fuck around, am I clear?” He gripped my chin. I nodded, smiling, knowing there was no way in hell I’d fuck around on them. “We’ll relax some, watch a movie, eat together, and I’ll fuck Mari again. And we’ll be here when you wake up. Think about it. Come to us with your decision in the morning. Spend the rest of the day reflecting on it.”
I knew my decision right then, but if he was going to be my Master, I also knew I needed to follow his instructions. I glanced towards Mari, who smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
“We want you to come into this with an open heart and to be able to commit, Jason,” she said, smiling. “Remember what you fear?”
“That this will implode our entire friendship?” I whispered.
“I trust it won’t. Everything will work itself out, but only if we enter it with our eyes wide open. I want to rush it, too, but it’s just a day. Most people would say we’re moving far too fast as it is.”
I nodded, combing my hands through my hair. “We’re not moving too fast. I’ve known Henry since I was five.”
She grinned. “Okay. It’s like 2pm, and we have eaten almost nothing, so let’s get pizza and watch movies for the rest of the day. I want some snuggles with my men.”
Her men. Why did that sound so right? I felt my face flush, and I looked at Henry, who was watching me with a smirk.
“You’re gonna be good for my wife, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing my dick through my pants and squeezing.
“Yes, sir,” I said, ducking my chin. I could think of a million times I’d watched movies with them, sitting in the big armchair while they cuddled on the couch. And now, they welcomed me to join them. Soon, delivery pizza was laid out on the coffee table as we cradled Mari between us, and Henry kept his hand on my dick for most of the afternoon. He was possessive, and I loved it.