Playing the Game (17 page)

He gave her a boyish little smile and lowered his head to her breasts. His mouth switched sides to take the place of his hand on her right, his body leaning across her, putting more weight on her. He tugged at her right nipple with his teeth.

Oh God fuck yes.

His fingers brushed over her clit, back and forth, slow at first, and his mouth sucked at her breast, and she couldn’t stop thinking. Not just that Jay had read her need and moved his fingers to help her. Not just that the cuffs added excitement. No. It was the knowledge that she was going to climax, and Jay was going to make it happen without her help, and Henry was watching her. Listening to her. Silently willing her to come, maybe.

Her brain buzzed.
He wants to see it. They both do.

She moaned, low and needy, when Jay’s firm touch sped up and her hips bucked under him. The harder he sucked at her breasts, the deeper the throb between her legs. Her eyelids dropped shut. Her back arched.

For a split second, she imagined he held her open for Henry. Henry, who hadn’t fucked her since that first night. Henry, who’d almost made her come with a single thrust.

The fingers on her clit squeezed, the way Henry had that night, and she gasped as she came, her toes curling, hips shaking, arms pulling at the restraints.

Jay’s fingers stopped moving. His hand curved protectively over her sex, a warm and gentle touch. He kissed her breasts, the right and then the left, and wriggled until his face lay alongside hers.

She didn’t wait. Unable to wrap her arms around him or slide her fingers through his hair, she stretched to reach his mouth and kiss him appreciatively. He surrendered, letting her control the kiss, though the hand between her legs cupped her more tightly, covering her while the last shudders spiraled through her.

Sweet. The sort of thing she imagined Henry would do. Give her a safe space to feel vulnerable. Wasn’t that what he’d already done here, in his home? She gentled the kiss and let Jay go, but he stayed close, his mouth brushing her cheek when he spoke.

“Did you like that?”

“It was amazing.” Virgin thoughts. Role-play. Her brain bouncing in orgasm-land didn’t signal the end of the game. “Your fingers felt so good on me. I love the way you touch me.”

Jay’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, but his smirk made it clear he was keeping it loud enough for Henry to hear. “I learned that move from a friend.”

She giggled. “Your friend had a hand in teaching you?”

“More than a hand,” Jay whispered, and she moaned.

Oh God that’s hot.

“Do you…still want more than a hand tonight? It’s okay if you don’t, sweetheart. We’ll go at your pace.”

No horny college guy was that considerate. No, not true. Henry had coached Jay for this role. And Henry might’ve been exactly that sort of considerate guy.

Jay pulled back to look at her. The hand on her sex drifted to her right hip and rolled in a slow circle. Waiting all night for her answer wouldn’t faze him.

“I want to try more,” she whispered, trying to strike a balance between shy virgin and eager coed. “I want you to make me feel that way again. Is that okay? Do you want to touch me?”

She expected a joke. Giving Jay a straight line was dangerous.

“I always want to touch you.” The utter seriousness in his voice floored her. He kissed her mouth, a chaste touch. “And I’m all yours right now, Alice. Whatever you want, remember? It’s your special night.”

His words were true outside tonight’s role-playing game, too. Every other Friday was her special night. Although she never asked for things she wanted. Henry just knew. He decided the flow of the evening, and she submitted to it. This, tonight, was different.

She and Jay lacked the smooth, even flow of Henry’s direction. She kept expecting his voice but heard only the rustle of the sheets and restraints and the throaty murmurs of her pleasure and Jay’s.

Unlike Henry, Jay seemed to want her to request things. Well. She knew one way he’d have no trouble getting her off again, though previous partners had never offered and rejection marred her lone request. The uncomfortable look and halfhearted “I could try if you gotta have it, but, I mean, I’d rather not” had been such a turnoff she’d never bothered asking again.

She didn’t want some guy she couldn’t trust sticking his head between her legs. Or to make oral some obligatory chore he thought he had to do before he could fuck her.

But if she’d learned one thing from her nights with them so far, it was that Jay had a fantastic tongue. What would encourage him to use it? She needed to think like a virgin. A nervous, not-too-experienced virgin.

“Would you…” She couldn’t force a blush, but she lowered her eyelids. “If I wanted…”

Jay’s hips gave a little thrust. Involuntary, probably, like the tiny moan he breathed in her ear. His cock pressed hard against her side.

Bingo. I’ll take “Shy Virgin Requests” for $500, Alex.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“Maybe you could use your mouth to touch me? I heard it can hurt the first time if I’m not ready.”

Jay beamed as if she’d voiced the best idea he’d ever heard. Like he wanted to patent it. Here was the confident-swagger Jay she’d expected. She’d been wrong to imagine him as a frat boy in this scenario. She should’ve known that if Henry was grading this performance, Jay would channel the sensitive artist, not the preening jock.

He scrambled to his knees and moved back on the bed, navigating between her spread legs with care.

“I don’t want this to hurt, Alice, so let’s get you nice and relaxed for my cock.” Jay dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue probed along her lips, easing them open. He flicked his tongue against her clit, just once, and she jerked toward him. “Has anyone touched you like this before?”

“No.” She shook her head. “You’re the first.”

That was even true. She giggled.

“Mmm.” He licked her, a slow glide, his tongue flat. “I’m glad I can be the first to taste you.”

“You already are,” she murmured, lost in the memory. “I was pretty fucking happy about it, too.”

He paused, and she shivered with the remembered sensation. The way Henry had held her open while Jay made her come again and again with his skilled tongue. Before the contract, before the questions, before Henry had known what he offered with Jay’s mouth.

“You mean…the first time we…that was…”

She must’ve broken his brain. Not that it was hard to do with Jay. But he wouldn’t have broken character otherwise. Her fault. She’d started it.

“Mm-hmm. It was one hell of an apology.” She damn well wouldn’t forget it, being cradled in Henry’s arms while Jay teased his way up her legs and tasted her. She’d trusted Henry, trusted them both, enough to let it happen. Her first time on the receiving end.

Jay’s low, drawn-out “
fuck
” pushed his breath over her clit, but it was Henry’s unseen reaction that made her shiver. An indrawn hiss followed by a rumbling growl that woke a sleeping corner of her mind. A possessive, fierce sound as if he wanted to taste her immediately. Or turn the clock back ten weeks and taste her first. Alpha male. Ego thing. His dominant growl made her walls clench. Made her body demand to be under his,
now
, filled and sheltered and shuddering toward ecstasy.

She squirmed, restless, her hips rocking.

Jay didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the jump in her arousal. He thrust two fingers into her without preamble. He latched onto her clit and sucked hard, teeth grazing her, and she bucked beneath him. The straps pulled taut against her wrists and ankles and gave her hips little space to maneuver.

She wanted to touch him, to encourage him with her hands in his hair and her legs around his back, but lacked the option. Unless she rotated her wrist and yanked the panic loop brushing the back of her hand. Ended the game. No fucking way.

When she forgot and tried to reach for him, every attempt reminded her of her own vulnerability. Which heightened her fear, which heightened her arousal and sent two thoughts pounding through her brain. Jay would never hurt her, and Henry had guaranteed her safety. They’d proved their trustworthiness on every night she’d spent here and in the year of friendship beforehand.

Tied down, she was perfectly free. Allowed to express herself in ways she usually didn’t. If she couldn’t make her appreciation felt, she could at least make it heard.

So when Jay’s fingers thrust, she babbled her pleasure and urged him to move faster. She moaned as his mouth tugged the top of her sex inside and his tongue rubbed her clit. She sighed in the aftermath of orgasm when he showed the good sense to stop stimulating her clit and instead lapped at her pussy.

He raised his head, his mouth wet with her and his hair falling across his forehead.

“Alice, I was, umm, thinking we should make extra sure you’re relaxed enough. To be sure you want this.” His face beamed with hope, and she ached to offer proper encouragement. “So maybe I could…again?”

“I like
again
,” she murmured. “Your mouth is even better than just your fingers. If I’d have known sex could feel this good, I’d have done it ages ago.”

The moment his hopefulness turned to determination played out on his face, in his lowered brows and pursed lips. He had this role-playing thing nailed. Better than her, certainly. A scenario he played out for Henry often? With every new partner?

Jay flashed a smile. “I’m glad you waited to try this. It’s…really important to start with a good teacher.”

He ducked his head between her legs and started slow, kissing her thighs, using his hands to stroke her hips and waist and belly.

She let her thoughts slip away. Did it matter what he’d done with other girls? What Henry might have done? The two of them were hers for now, and the sex was fantastic.

Jay’s tongue and fingers made finding the edge of orgasm again easy. The cuffs tugging at her and the memory of Henry’s gentle touch as he tied her down made it even easier to tumble over. Her landing would always be a soft one in this bed, she thought. She rested on a high plateau, basking in arousal and sensitized to Jay’s gentle kisses as he worked his way up her body.

He’d taken Henry’s directive to make her climax to heart, but she wanted his cock. Wanted to share that moment when her body tightened and her movements surpassed conscious control. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

If this was supposed to be her virgin night and he’d been ordered to do whatever she wanted, then by God he’d fuck her now.
Try to be a little more virginal and lot less demanding when you tell him, Allie-girl.

He settled against her side, his erection an obvious need pressed to her hip, but he seemed content kissing her neck and shoulders. She rolled her face left and nudged his head.

“You have protection, right? I mean, of course you do, because you want us both to be safe.”

“I do, yeah.” Jay raised his head. “I want us both to be safe.”

“I think it’s time to put it on.” She pushed her hips sideways, adding pressure against his cock. “So I can feel what I’ve been waiting for.”

Jay kissed her cheek before he rolled away.

Twisting her head far left brought the edge of the nightstand into view. The condoms lay on top. The packet ripping open seemed loud in the silence.

He put it on with his back to her. His muscles moved in a lovely play of shadow and light, a sight Henry must appreciate daily, but she would’ve preferred a front-row seat when Jay held his cock in his hand.

He turned to her, and this time he didn’t stop at her side. Centering his weight over her, he aligned their hips. He stared into her eyes, and she produced a soft, trusting smile. He wet his lips.

“You’re sure you want to give me this? You can still say ‘no’ if you want. Don’t be afraid to tell me, okay? You don’t have to worry. There’s no shame in stopping if you’re not ready.”

Oh God, he was sweet. And that made it so much better. Making sure she was ready for him. Letting her know, again and again, he’d stop if she said the word. As if she were a nervous virgin in truth, and this their first union, and Jay the considerate, compassionate lover going slowly for her.

She hadn’t played the shy virgin before. Her first time had been methodical and decisive, at her instigation, and her partner surprised but enthusiastic, if ultimately incompetent. But Jay’s performance went beyond competence. Maybe he heard Henry’s guidance in his head. Like Henry shared the bed with them, even in his absence.