Season of Gifts (Neighborly Affection #8)

12. Alice

Chapter twelve

Alice

A lice’s atoms pieced themselves back together slowly, a few here, a few there. Jay was a fucking fantastic lover, like truly superb, especially with Henry giving orders, but this had gone beyond that.

Steady hands peeled her fingers away from Jay’s leash. She might have lines in her palms. What the fuck had even possessed her?

And still she fluttered, the aftershocks of her orgasm seizing Jay’s cock before he slid out and didn’t return.

Rolling her neck, she caught glimpses of Henry in the mirror. He’d undone the hooks at her wrists. A head tilt at Jay, and two sets of hands raised her up and turned her around. Her bare ass rested against the counter. Dual massages started at her shoulders and traveled down her arms.

A giggle spilled out of her as she dipped her chin to her chest. “I could go for this treatment every night.”

Fairy-tale magic, for sure. The mirrors turned her two husbands into dozens, and all of them tended to her needs without her having to voice them. She floated in a hazy otherworld with no decisions and no responsibilities. Pleasure ruled here.

Henry’s pleasure.

She shivered. The zip and zing of head-to-toe excitement scattered through the haze and lit her up, neurons firing through the clouds.

Henry said something—some praise? Her ears hadn’t quite tuned back in to the real world. Jay deployed his saucy-sweet post-orgasm grin and won a kiss. Henry wrapped him in his arms and spread his fingers through Jay’s hair. He splayed his other hand at Jay’s back, below the harness, fingertips clenching. A low growl vibrated in the air. If she could hear it, muffled and muzzy as she was, Jay must be feeling it rattle his bones.

Drifting back, Henry scanned Jay. He smoothed his harness and tweaked his leash, leaving it dangling straight down. Jay’s cock hung out of his open fly, the black fabric band of his cock ring snugged at the base.

Men were hotter with their pants on. That was a fact. Nudity was just nudity, but half-dressed was delicious. Illicit, unexpected, casual—the drop of a zipper and ready to go. Her heartbeat whooshed in her ears, and she yawned to clear the pressure.

“—unless our sweet girl is too tired.” Henry cupped his hands under her jaw, his hold firm and tender, his thumbs tracing the top of her lips. “Perhaps a kiss to wake her.”

As he touched his mouth to hers, the rest of her atoms flew together like iron filings to a magnet. Awakened, she followed where he led, sliding tongue for tongue, surging into the gaps he left her, retreating before his rapid advance.

He denied her retreat, controlled the kiss even while he slid his hands down her body, palms briefly cradling her breasts before heading lower still. He kissed her endlessly as he hiked her dress higher, bunching the lace at her waist. He lifted, and she landed on the counter in front of him as he stepped between her spread thighs.

With a nip of her lips, Henry pulled his head back and refused her efforts to chase him. He stroked the outside of her thighs, gripping deep, more massage than caress. “Are you feeling flexible tonight, Alice? Pliant? I’ve a mind to bend you to my wishes.”

Her body throbbed. Her mind held no objections. She spread her knees as far as the counter allowed. “However you want me, husband.”

Hooking a finger under the strap of her dress, he tugged it down her arm, leaving it draped at her elbow. Her breast spilled over the top of the fabric. He pinched her nipple, hard, staring into her eyes as she hissed. The touch burned with promise.

“Watch yourself.” Henry tipped his head toward the mirrors. “Jay is watching you. I’ve been watching you. All eyes are on you and your wanton greediness. Your fierce hunger.”

Jay lounged beside the full-length mirror, his clothes askew, his cock ring off, and his leash draped around his neck. He raised both eyebrows, his eyes flashing at her. “Master Henry says you’re quite a show.”

Memories stuttered through and passed, Jay bringing her to orgasm across Henry’s lap in the hall at the club. Peaking against Henry’s fingertips in the hallway on a party night. And now she filled a room of mirrors for an audience of two. How would Henry choose to make a show of her tonight?

Henry pushed the second strap of her dress aside. The dress formed a narrow border of midnight blue from beneath her breasts to the swell of her hips.

Gaze pinning her in place, he tweaked her newly freed nipple. She panted through the tightness, refusing to look away, or give in, or ask him to stop. This wasn’t pain; this was excitement. This was pleasure. This was a game of willpower and endorphins.

This game had no losers, only winners. The crackling intensity of his stare heated her from a simmer to a rolling boil.

“Good girl.”

Pulsing beats shot through her. He released his fingers but claimed her with his mouth, teasing with his teeth. His undone tie dangled and swayed, tickling the sides of her breasts. Henry tugged hard at her nipples, raising them to firm points, setting a rhythm inside her.

She writhed and twisted, trying to edge away, trying to squirm closer—who could tell? They were the same thought. Sensation filled her body and mind, leaving no room for anything else.

He drew back and wound a finger through her hair, curling a flyaway strand beside her ear. “You flush beautifully. No color truly captures it. This dappled expanse…” He grazed fingers down her neck and across her collarbone, dipping between her breasts. “No image can compete with the exquisite reality.”

The tick-tick-tick of his zipper falling held her spellbound. His cock rose from the gap, thick and ready. He gripped the base. “So delightfully disheveled you are. I’m half-tempted to make you wait while I sketch.”

Her head shook with denial before she could send it a message. “Please don’t make me wait.”

Laughing lightly, he swept his hand down her leg and lifted her calf. “No, not this time.”

Up and up he went, his hand sliding to her ankle, her ankle rising to his shoulder, her sparkling shoe resting beside his ear. Folded nearly in half, she forced her lungs to pump oxygen in the thin space between her stomach and her thigh.

He slipped his hand back down and stopped at the crease of her thigh. His thumb hovered over her clit. “I’m not in the mood to wait, Alice. I’m in the mood to take what belongs to me.”

She fell backward. No, not fell—was tugged. He’d snaked his other arm behind her back and grabbed her hair. Her head landed on the plump pillow. He held her like a platter for his feast, with his elbow braced on the counter and his hand spread between her shoulder blades.

Pressure greeted her clit, the solid press of his broad thumb. She rocked into his hold. Her back arched, though she fucked only air and the occasional graze of his cock. Her right leg flailed as she tried to climb him. He reached across and grabbed her, hooking that ankle over his other shoulder.

Bending between her legs, he returned to her breasts. Heated air from his mouth poured over her before he engulfed her.

He denied her the leverage she needed to pull him inside her. Denied her the heavier pressure she needed to rock her clit against him to orgasm. Laughed against her breast as she crossed her ankles behind his back.

“Said you wouldn’t—” She gasped for a breath and ended on a shaky whine. “Wouldn’t make me wait.”

He pressed kisses down the valley between her breasts. “You aren’t waiting. You’re climbing. You’re building.” He swiped a thumb across her clit, and she shuddered. “You’re entirely in my hands, as you should be. Tip your head back, sweet girl. Watch yourself while I fuck you.”

Squirming, she maneuvered the pillow beneath her neck and let her head fall back. She did look rosy-cheeked and pink, her breasts heaving at the top of an arch—

An arch driven higher as Henry buried his cock inside her.

She groaned her relief, a tangled mess of yes and thank you and his name.

He worked her clit with his thumb, pinning her between his hand and his cock. Found her with his gaze in the mirror. “See yourself as I see you, Alice. Skin burning, hips surging, eyes aflame. Wet and open, insistent on your prize.”

The wide mirrors exposed a whole line of Henrys and Alices locked in tidal motion, cresting together, powerful forces slamming into each other again and again. The slap of their flesh rang out and echoed and overlapped. An inevitability, like high tide.

Her vision blurred. Her breaths grew shorter. “Need to—need to—”

A heavy growl met her. Henry drove his hips harder.

She couldn’t last, she couldn’t—

“Shatter, my love.”

She crashed onto the shore, her body impossibly bent, her knees clinging to Henry’s neck, her heels digging into his back as he bellowed her name, thrust deep, and stayed.

Flinging her arms up, she found the front of his shirt and fumbled through buttons. Shoving her hands inside, she felt his heartbeat through her palm, let the deep heaving of his inhalations slow her own.

Turning his head, Henry kissed the insides of her knees and hummed softly. “My breathtaking exhibitionist.”

Exhibitionist. Her. She never would’ve guessed the word would apply to her. But he wasn’t wrong. Her head lolled back. She’d run out of energy to lift it. “Fuck me.”

Jay snorted. “One hundred percent sure that’s the show I just watched. But if you two want to go again, I’m here for it.”

Her giggles burned through the abs she’d just given a workout. “God, don’t make me laugh. I can’t move.”

Henry curled his arms around her and tipped her upright as he slid free. He gently unhooked her legs and lowered her feet to the floor, then cradled her with her head against his shoulder. “A strategic retreat to the bed for a bit of leisure seems in order.”

Popping to his feet with more energy than anyone had a right to have, Jay thrust his arms in the air and stretched. “And then back for round two?”

Henry lured him over with a crooked finger and kissed him. “I might be persuaded. Perhaps Alice would enjoy watching herself fuck you while I flog her.”

Fuck Jay in front of the mirror. Maybe watch Henry fuck Jay afterward. Her exhausted muscles surged with fresh adrenaline. She cooled her tone, trying to match Henry’s nonchalance. “I might be persuaded.”

Jay drooped into a mock pout, his deep brown eyes round with puppy pleading.

Henry stroked Jay’s cheek, sweeping back his hair, and leveled his green gaze at their husband. “I am exceptionally proud of you, Jay. Let us not overlook how monumental this breakthrough is. You deserve each and every one of the wonderful experiences you wish to have.”

Jay’s grin could only be measured in gigawatts. “Thank you, Master Henry.”

Henry had been working toward reintroducing the things Jay wanted—like flogging from a man who meaningfully celebrated Jay’s service—for more than five years. Tonight was his victory, too. Now he could finally share these pleasures with Jay. And still make her come like a freight train.

She’d only ever had one dominant, granted. But even that sample size told her Henry was perfection. She would never measure up to that yardstick. And not just because her cock was smaller and came with a harness. But she would for sure show up with enthusiasm for every lesson.

Possibly after a nap.