Playing the Game (29 page)

He paused with his hands embracing her hips, fingertips beneath her dress, poised to push. His cheek rubbed hers. His breath tickled her neck.

He looked straight down, and her eyes followed. Bare breasts. His hands on her hips. Flowing green fabric ready to fall. He growled, a vibration against her skin. His fingers tightened around her hips. “You’ll grow accustomed to the feel of my hands here tonight, Alice.”

A shudder rolled through her, and slickness clung to her thighs. Her panties had to be drenched. He didn’t have to take his time. Now was good. Better than good. She’d bend over and brace her hands on the floor if he said the word.

He didn’t say the word. But he did give her dress a final push. It fell. His fingers traced the top edge of her panties.

“Jay. The birthday girl is handing out party favors. A brief taste, my boy.”

Jay stepped forward and dropped to his knees, a motion he made look smooth despite his haste. Henry held her still as Jay sucked her panties into his mouth and pressed his nose hard into her clit.

Jesus, fuck, Jay.

Her body burned with the need to move, to thrust toward his face as he practically wrung her panties dry. No danger of that, since his eager nudges replenished the source.

Her chin touched her chest as she stared at the mop of black hair hiding the teeth tugging, the lips pulling at her. He wasn’t using his tongue so much as his whole mouth, making her labia slide across each other behind the silk of her panties. His nose bumped rhythmically against her clitoris as he sucked, again and again, until she trembled on the edge, her body desperate for release.

Henry dipped his fingers under the top edge of her panties, one on each side, still stroking. She whined, a soft plea, unable to prevent it from emerging from her throat, unsure whether he’d stop and make her wait.

But his nose nudged her ear with the same rhythm Jay was using, and his low, encouraging voice was every bit as stimulating as Jay’s mouth. “My good girl. I’ve got you. It’s all right to let go, dearest.”

Finally, finally, he closed the gap between them. The crispness of his shirt contrasted with the silk of his tie on her upper spine, and the lightweight wool brushing against her from waist to ankles contrasted with the hard press of his erection against her lower spine.

“So beautiful in your need, your skin flushed, your breath uneven…you’re so close.” Gripping her hips, he gave a short, sharp thrust.
She
had done that. Her body, her responses, her interaction with Jay had fueled Henry’s desire. “Won’t you let us give you this, sweet girl?”

He thrust again, and a strangled moan left her as she crashed through the last barrier and tumbled into orgasm. His hands kept her hips still, though the feel of it, the burning fire of the fall, rushed through her and shook her with its force.

All the while, Henry murmured in her ear. “That’s it, my magnificent girl. You feel the rush. Let it take you, my wonderfully responsive Alice.”

He kissed her, a light kiss, in front of her left ear. His voice grew louder. “Jay.”

Jay licked his lips as he tipped his face toward them. His eyes gleamed.

“Excellent work, my boy. Truly a joy to witness. I feel confident in speaking for Alice when I say it was a joy to experience as well. Isn’t that so, Alice?”

She smiled. He didn’t need to prod her to praise Jay. She knew Jay loved praise. And deserved it. Henry’s prompt told her she was allowed to share her praise now.

“It was wonderful. The best birthday gift I’ve had in years. Jay’s very thoughtful to make sure I’d enjoy it so much.”

Jay’s grin lit up his face.

Henry chuckled. “It’s lovely to hear that, my dear, as you’ve many more gifts to come.”

Oh God. Was Henry taking it as a challenge? How many times the two of them together could make her climax? She shivered, an aftershock buzzing along her nerves.

Henry pushed the top of her panties away from her skin. “Go on, Jay. Finish the unwrapping, please.”

Jay hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down, easing them around her feet, which weren’t too steady.

“Help me set the table, Jay.”

Standing, Jay took her hands and led her forward. Henry kept pace, a firm bulwark at her back. Set the table?

They turned her together, and lifted together, and she found herself lying on the bed, sprawled on her back, nude, uncertain how she’d arrived there. Her boys sat on the edge, one on either side of her. With knees turned inward toward her, they raised hands to their throats in unison and loosened their ties.

“It’s tradition, Alice.” Henry’s tie sung, a quick zipping sound as he whisked it out from under his collar with one hand and opened a button with the other. Jay followed suit mere seconds behind.

Henry gave a brief nod, the barest tip of his head, not to her but to Jay. The men knelt on the bed and shifted forward, each taking one of her hands in theirs. The silk of their ties slid over her wrists. A rush of excitement penetrated her dazed, post-orgasmic relaxation.

The knots took shape, what she thought would be a slipknot before Henry made a loop of one side and pulled a second loop through it. Jay copied his movements exactly, his lips in silent motion as he worked. He must’ve practiced. Learned this knot for her, like an extra birthday gift, because he wanted to participate and Henry was serious about safety.

They raised her arms to the headboard. Tipping her head back didn’t reveal the knots they used there, but Henry gave a satisfied nod. “Well done, my boy.”

They leaned over her, heads mingling above hers, chests teasingly out of her reach. Henry kissed Jay, a commanding kiss Jay seemed to relish. When they separated, Henry’s left hand came to rest at the base of her throat. His thumb traced her collarbone.

“Are you comfortable, Alice?”

“Yes, Henry.” Comfortable and excited.

“No unusual tingling in your fingers? Wiggle them for me, please.”

She wiggled her fingers and smirked at him. “Nothing but tingles of excitement.”

“Good girl.” His answering smirk made her pulse jump between her legs. “And you’re still able to tell me your safeword, hmm?”

“Pistachio. But I don’t want to stop.”

“No, you’re my fearless adventurer, Alice.” His left hand traveled down, between her breasts, across her stomach, until it rested atop her sex. “Always eager for new experiences. And Jay and I are happy to share in them.”

He nodded to Jay. “The table is set, my boy. Let’s not stand on ceremony, shall we? Go ahead.”

Jay’s mouth closed over her right nipple in a flash. Her spine arched, pushing her breast farther into his mouth and sending silk sliding across her bound wrists.

Henry settled in beside her on her left, his eyes on hers.

“Tradition, as I said, Alice. The birthday girl is called upon to provide a feast for her revelers. Cake. Ice cream. The specifics are unimportant, so long as she offers…something sweet.”

He claimed her mouth, and her mind, for all its insistence upon structure and categorization, grew lost and dizzy as hands and mouths moved over her. A line of soft kisses up her arm. A fierce kiss to her throat. No, two, both sides at once. She fleetingly worried she’d have matching hickeys. Her hips surged at the thought.

Hands stroked her sides and cupped her breasts. Fingers teased and pinched her nipples. Their bodies danced over hers, but she couldn’t touch them in return. The ties around her wrists made certain of it. She could only submit, and enjoy, and anticipate. Henry had called it a sweet feast. Surely he’d allow Jay’s head between her thighs again.

But Jay was kissing her mouth, hard and penetrating, a mimicry of the way Henry kissed
him
, when the warm swipe of a tongue fell between her legs. Which meant…oh sweet fuck.

Her hips bucked, and two hands clamped down on them.
He said I’d get accustomed…

Her orgasm rolled over her like a wave while Henry sucked at her clit, popping it in and out of his lips. She gasped for air when Jay released her mouth. He peppered her face with light kisses.

Henry let go of her clit as her shivers subsided, but he didn’t move away. His tongue dropped lower and lapped slowly, steadily, at the outside of her labia, catching what would otherwise soak the sheets. Her sweet climax. His feast.

Had she thought Jay a master of this art? Here was his teacher.

Henry traced the seam of her lips with his tongue before he probed deeper, parting her. His mouth swiftly opened as an enthusiastic squeeze of her muscles brought him a slick flood. He moaned, and she returned his appreciation with a happy whimper.

Jay’s head bent to her breasts, his worship of them a constant stimulant, an enticement that grew when Henry stiffened his tongue and entered her. His hands never left her hips. The rolling rhythm her body sought became an internal ripple rather than an external shudder and repeated itself into what seemed infinity.

She couldn’t count how often they brought her to climax. Wasn’t certain when Jay’s mouth left her breasts and joined Henry’s between her legs, one tongue thrusting inside her while the other swirled around her clit and sucked at her. But at some point, her eyes clenched shut as her body arched, and she saw a sharp strike of lightning, her whole body electrified. She sagged against the mattress, mumbling indecipherable praise.

Henry said something she couldn’t hear, his head a fuzzy shape rising from between her legs as she blinked, and Jay left the bed. Hands tugged at her wrists, one at a time. The ties loosened and slipped away. Kisses pressed where fabric had been.

“…provided us with quite a feast, dear girl. Beyond all expectations. But you’ve neglected to indulge yourself.” Henry kissed her mouth, and she tasted her own honeyed musk on his lips and tongue. He lifted her, settling her on his lap as he rested against the headboard. “You’ll need a bit of fortification before going on, I expect.”

Going on? More pleasure was likely to kill her.

His head turned, and hers followed. Jay carried a plate and glass through the doorway with a waiter’s poise.

“Wonderful, Jay, thank you. We want to keep our birthday girl in tip-top shape, don’t we?”

Jay nodded as he handed Henry the glass and settled beside them on the bed. “She’s special. It’s important to take good care of Alice.”

He wasn’t parroting something Henry had told him, not with such an earnest, assertive delivery. Boyish Jay protecting a cherished toy. Maybe he thought of her as a teddy bear, albeit a sexy teddy bear with breasts. She giggled, and Henry kissed her left temple.

“Very good care,” he agreed.

He raised the glass to her lips, and she drank. Pineapple juice. The same thing he’d given her after her flogging, when she’d been so drained and satisfied.

Jay held something to her lips after she’d swallowed, and she took it without bothering to note what it was.
Mmm.
Apple slice. With peanut butter. He fed one to Henry, too, and then himself.

“After-school snack,” she mumbled, and Henry laughed, his left arm tightening around her.

“You and Jay do put forth excellent efforts at your lessons. It’s only right you be rewarded for it.”

She let Jay feed her another slice and a few almonds. Sipped when Henry offered her the glass. He and Jay finished it between them before Henry picked up her hands in his and rubbed her fingers as Jay set the dishes on the nightstand.

“Feeling a bit more energized, my dear?”

She nodded. “Yes, Henry.”

She’d regained her sense of self, at least. Relaxation no longer interfered with recognizing the touch of his fingers on hers and the occasional nudge of his cock against her ass, and they sure as hell weren’t making her sleepy.

Knowing he hadn’t come yet tonight didn’t make her feel guilty or inadequate anymore. She wasn’t responsible for Henry’s orgasms. He was responsible for hers. He’d make sure she came, and Jay, too, and he’d decide when and how they did.

And when he wanted to come, he would make that happen, too. He liked waiting. Seeing their satisfaction made the wait, and the act, more meaningful to him, maybe.
I’m starting to understand you, Henry.

“Perhaps you’d like to unwrap a present yourself?” Henry guided her hands to Jay’s shirt, pressing her fingers to the top button. “Now that your guests have taken their repast, it’s only fair they give you something in return.”