Season of Gifts (Neighborly Affection #8)

62. Jay

Chapter sixty-two

Jay

“M y dream?” Eyes closed like Alice ordered, Jay swallowed to get the reediness out of his voice. Every inch of him was aware of every inch of her, warm and musky, straight from bed, wedged sideways beside him with one bare thigh swaying against his ass. His dick wouldn’t be taking a nap with her so close. He scrunched his toes into the bathmat.

“You woke up with this gorgeous cock hard and ready.” She skimmed the top of his thigh, her hand small and light. Back and forth, dipping her fingers behind his knee. “You told me you were dreaming about cocksucking. Giving or receiving, sweetheart?”

He had told her that. Sometimes words fell out of his mouth before he could raise a gate for them. But honesty was supposed to be their gold medal standard. “Giving. I was…” Her little hum and stroking fingers made the words easier. “In the dream, Henry woke me with a kiss.”

Instead, he’d been hard as titanium and luckily cock-down this morning when Henry blocked the light from the window. Couldn’t turn over or sit up without making himself obvious, and Henry had seen more than enough of that last night.

“A hard kiss?” Alice gripped his leg above the knee, her fingers spread and squeezing as she straddled the tub. “Growling and possessive, his hand on your shoulder holding you down, his leg thrown over the top of yours, a thrust of his cock against your hip?” Rocking against him, she blew in his ear, a breathy hum like she couldn’t wait for Henry to give her the same. “That kind of kiss, Jay? The one that says mine ?”

The heavy touch he craved, the ownership, the taking. For years they’d been so careful, Henry not wanting to stir up his nightmares. But in his dreams he could have it, all of it. The Henry who needed him beyond reason. “Yours.”

“Mmm.” Alice’s sweet sigh slipped into a full-body shiver against him. “And after the kiss?” She whispered straight into his ear, sending sparks down through him. “Did he tell you what to do, or did he just act?”

“Acted.” He kneaded soft muscle and cotton: Alice’s thigh, where his shirt draped over lush curves. She’d stolen his tee, claimed it like a trophy, because everything that was his was hers. Including him—and the cock he’d tried to conceal from her like an embarrassed seventh grader. It thudded with his heartbeat, full strength and ready for anything she needed. “He yanked me down the bed by my ankles. Knelt over my face. Pinned my arms with his knees.”

She growled approval and dug her fingers into his thigh, her legs tightening around him as her hips rolled. “He didn’t touch you, did he. And he wouldn’t let you touch yourself, either.”

She knew. Being helpless. Submitting and accepting what they were given. Fuck, coming was nothing compared to that, just the way his cock interpreted the fireworks show going on in his head. “If I was good, he said.”

“You’re Henry’s good boy,” she murmured, her voice buzzing in his ears as she ran a finger along the underside of his cock. No pressure behind it, just the faintest tease his dick chased like a dowsing rod. “Did you wait like a good boy, or did you beg for his cock in your throat?”

A whine slipped through his lips. “Wait…” His lungs sucked down more air. “Waited.”

“So hard to wait.” She rocked against him, her voice the thick syrup over the cookfires in sugaring season. “And there’s Henry, straddling your chest, his legs pinning your arms tight.” Her shudder vibrated through him. “Is he stroking his cock, Jay? Showing you what you’re going to take?”

He thrust his hips, bucking just for how good it would feel under Henry’s hold.

A narrow pressure sliding up his cock rewarded him. Thumb and one finger, loose and lazy, slow torture. “But he didn’t give it to you all at once.”

He’d had those fantasies too, the unexpected plunge that demanded he take it all. Not this one, though. “Just a taste, first.” He slipped his tongue across his lips, hunting for the cock that should be his. “Tongue out. Licking.”

“Mm-hmm.” Alice turned her mouth from his ear, rocking her chin on his shoulder. Low clicks came from her throat. “You’re watching how your mouth makes his cock wet and shiny. Feeling him, hard and plump, your tongue curling over the head…”

Wet fingers slicked his cock, traced his slit, and rolled over the edge. She stroked just under the head, dipping down the vein, her touch heavier now.

“Teasing along the ridge…”

“Want it.” With his eyes closed, fantasies overlapped. Henry fisted his cock, rubbing Jay’s mouth with the tip. Alice added her weight across his thighs, lining up his cock for her ride. “Wanna beg him for it.”

“I know you do. Henry knows it, too. He’s watching you, watching your beautiful face. He knows just how long you can wait. Knows when to thrust into your mouth, how far he can go, how much you can take.”

She urged him on with the strength of a sudden storm, a summer downpour with thunder rumbling through the clouds.

“All of it. I want...” His throat worked, swallowing the prize. His breaths grew short and heavy. “Want all of it.”

She tightened on his cock, her hand setting a steady rhythm. She swayed with him; the floor creaked. “You know he’ll give it to you. You’re Henry’s good boy. Feel it now, his cock bumping the back of your throat, deep and slow. Lifting your head as he pulls back. You’re trying to hold on a little longer, to suck him harder. I see how much you want it, stud.”

His balls snugged tight. His cock ached. He begged for permission with a whimper, and another, and another. Eyes closed, he could see everything she said and more. His wrists cuffed to the headboard. Alice riding his dick, his thumbs frantic on her clit. Henry stuffed in his mouth, pumping his hips, hard and demanding, but gently sweeping Jay’s hair back from his face.

“No one sucks Henry’s cock better than you do. Show us how much you love sucking him off. You could come just from that, couldn’t you? He wants you to come with him.”

His hips flexed; he thrust into Alice’s hand. His mouth hung open in a guttural wail, louder without Henry’s cock to muffle it.

“He’s watching you, Jay.” Alice whispered in his ear, her voice dancing with delight. “See the arousal in his eyes? That dark pine green pinning you with his gaze while he fucks you, your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock. He’s holding himself back. Waiting for you. Don’t make him wait, sweetheart. Come for Henry. Come now .”

The fireworks shot down his spine and out his cock like he’d bought the deluxe package. Alice lit him up until he was spent. He sagged, knees flapping wide. Her thighs twitched along his back and his right leg. He should help her with that. Fuck, she’d done a number on him. He swallowed to get some saliva back, his mouth too dry to talk. “Thank you, Alice.”

She rolled her head against his, her nose tickling his ear. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

He blinked into the bright bathroom lights.

Henry stood across from them, leaning against the sink counter, his eyes fixed on Jay. “My beloved boy. You were magnificent.”

“I—you—” Tears cluttered up his eyes and blocked his throat.

Henry’s eyes only spoke truth, and the closer he moved, the deeper the love in them, the denser the forest, an endless expanse that Jay could ride into and never return. “You have your wish book with you? Sometime today, I would like you to write out your fantasy for me. I’m sorry I haven’t the energy yet to give you all you need, but you wanting it from me? That is something I dearly need, Jay. That I will always need.”

Henry descended with a kiss, rough and tender, demanding and consoling, gears shifting faster than Jay could match. Whimpering in surrender, he let Henry lead. The rush emptied him out and filled him up again. This was the feeling he’d missed. The one texts and phone calls couldn’t match. The surrender in his body when his dominants touched him relaxed every muscle, eased every ache. They called him home, to the place Danny named his center, where everything was still.

He clung to Henry’s lips until his husband drifted out of reach.

Alice hugged him tight, sighing softly. “Now wasn’t that better than a cold shower?”

Loads better.

He snorted.

“You have to ask?” He’d need a warm shower to clean up, though. His stomach would itch when the mess dried.

“No,” she whispered. “I can feel how much better it is.”

Henry kissed her, and she melted. Maybe he’d looked like that too, all loose-limbed and flowing, a stream running where Henry directed. Henry dripped kisses on her lips, tapering off.

With a hand on each of them, clasping the sides of their necks, Henry hummed softly. “I don’t believe I told you last night how proud I am of both of you. But I am, and I will show you in all the ways I am able for the rest of our lives.”

“Deal.” He rushed to claim the offer before the clock ran out, and Henry kissed him again, softer this time.

They turned as one to Alice, and she shrugged lightly, her smile shining in her eyes. “I expect nothing less.” Gripping Henry’s arm, she wobbled to her feet. “But not this morning, because that was intense, and Jay needs to wash my hair while we clean up before breakfast.”

Wash her hair, make her come in the shower, sure, whichever she wanted. Maybe both. And then food, and lots of it. “Is Mom awake? Should we hustle? I can help with breakfast.”

“She is, you have a bit of time while she drinks her first cup of tea”—Henry ticked off the answers on his fingers—“and I would be delighted to have your assistance in the kitchen.” He gazed down at his fuddy-duddy pj’s. “In something other than pajamas, a state I came here to rectify. Casual clothing today, my dears. I’ll lay something on the bed for you and see you downstairs when you’re ready.”

A good morning. He wouldn’t take that for granted again. Like Henry said—not for the rest of their lives. “Thank you, Henry.”