deeper and, fuck, inside, curving and—
“Don’t come, Alice.”
Oh God. Edging. Henry meant to torture them today. She focused on her breathing. On the flex in Jay’s forearm and the autumn-leaf-orange silk panties dangling from his fingers. No thinking about Henry slipping his fingers free of her pussy. Too much focus on his touch and she’d come without further stimulation.
“She could go without.” Jay waggled the panties, but his smirk spelled orgasm denial.
“That wouldn’t be wise.” Henry raised his fingers. Slick. Coated from tip to palm. “She’ll need her panties today.”
“Cream-catchers,” she muttered. She’d be clenching around phantom fingers for hours.
Jay chortled, his cock bobbing with every abdominal contraction. Mmm. Making him laugh provided such a beautiful show. Great, more fantasy fodder.
Bad enough Henry had dressed himself first. No grinding her ass against the tantalizing heat behind her. No bending over and spreading herself open for him. No chance of taking his cock to the hilt the way she had last night when he'd ordered her to fuck herself on him while he knelt behind her and complimented every inch of her curves in loving detail. Fuck. Where were those panties?
Henry slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “Delicious, sweet cream. Thank you for dessert, dearest.”
He took her clothing from Jay piece by piece and dressed her with a blessed lack of further teasing. The dark green turtleneck dress concealed any hint of bondage beneath soft, thick, vertical ribbing. Long sleeves, garters and stockings, and snug suede boots would warm her in the November chill. Of course, she’d spend the entire day waiting for the moment Henry pushed up the dress, shoved her panties aside and fucked her. No different from any other day, then.
“Your hopes are showing,” he whispered. “Lust always looks so lovely on you.” He kissed her cheek and stepped back. “Your turn, my boy. Stand, please.”
Jay shot to his feet, wrinkling confusion plain on his face. “My turn?”
No kidding, his turn? Jay hadn’t worn ropes at all yet. If Henry meant to start his practice with a day out, she’d eat her boots.
Henry pulled a scrap of black fabric from his pants pocket. “An old friend will keep you focused today. We can’t let Alice have all the fun, hmm?”
Too small for underwear, but whatever the memento, it had Jay rocking a sweet blush and a bashful smile. Adoration lived in his eyes, full stop. “Thank you, Henry.”
Henry made fast work of the job. Some kind of cock ring, but not the solid one he often favored for Jay. The narrow black band boasted a snap closure and an extra fabric loop underneath that split his balls like the globes in a Newton’s cradle.
“Just tight enough for your enjoyment.” Henry smoothed his hand up the underside of Jay’s twitching cock and moved back. “And for mine, as I check on you throughout the day.”
A little compression brought a lot of awareness. The rope hugging her as she breathed would keep Henry and desire at the forefront of her mind everywhere they went. The altered resting position for Jay’s cock would do the same for him. Like wearing Spanx.
Cock Spanx.
If he didn’t look so adorably fucking hot with nothing but a cock wrap on, she’d be rolling on the floor laughing.
He thrust his pelvis forward. “What d’ya think, Alice? Impressive, right?”
She bit the inside of her cheeks.
“No, no, it’s okay, the size of my cock makes all the girls speechless. Have a minute to finish looking.” He swept his hand over the top as if his cock was a game-show prize. “You know, take it all in.”
Diving forward, she bear-hugged him with enough force to rock him on his heels and slapped a loud, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You’re ridiculous. Way too cute to take out today. We better put some clothes on you, stud.”
Henry pressed gray cotton boxers into her hand. “Start with these,
“Don’t come, Alice.”
Oh God. Edging. Henry meant to torture them today. She focused on her breathing. On the flex in Jay’s forearm and the autumn-leaf-orange silk panties dangling from his fingers. No thinking about Henry slipping his fingers free of her pussy. Too much focus on his touch and she’d come without further stimulation.
“She could go without.” Jay waggled the panties, but his smirk spelled orgasm denial.
“That wouldn’t be wise.” Henry raised his fingers. Slick. Coated from tip to palm. “She’ll need her panties today.”
“Cream-catchers,” she muttered. She’d be clenching around phantom fingers for hours.
Jay chortled, his cock bobbing with every abdominal contraction. Mmm. Making him laugh provided such a beautiful show. Great, more fantasy fodder.
Bad enough Henry had dressed himself first. No grinding her ass against the tantalizing heat behind her. No bending over and spreading herself open for him. No chance of taking his cock to the hilt the way she had last night when he'd ordered her to fuck herself on him while he knelt behind her and complimented every inch of her curves in loving detail. Fuck. Where were those panties?
Henry slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “Delicious, sweet cream. Thank you for dessert, dearest.”
He took her clothing from Jay piece by piece and dressed her with a blessed lack of further teasing. The dark green turtleneck dress concealed any hint of bondage beneath soft, thick, vertical ribbing. Long sleeves, garters and stockings, and snug suede boots would warm her in the November chill. Of course, she’d spend the entire day waiting for the moment Henry pushed up the dress, shoved her panties aside and fucked her. No different from any other day, then.
“Your hopes are showing,” he whispered. “Lust always looks so lovely on you.” He kissed her cheek and stepped back. “Your turn, my boy. Stand, please.”
Jay shot to his feet, wrinkling confusion plain on his face. “My turn?”
No kidding, his turn? Jay hadn’t worn ropes at all yet. If Henry meant to start his practice with a day out, she’d eat her boots.
Henry pulled a scrap of black fabric from his pants pocket. “An old friend will keep you focused today. We can’t let Alice have all the fun, hmm?”
Too small for underwear, but whatever the memento, it had Jay rocking a sweet blush and a bashful smile. Adoration lived in his eyes, full stop. “Thank you, Henry.”
Henry made fast work of the job. Some kind of cock ring, but not the solid one he often favored for Jay. The narrow black band boasted a snap closure and an extra fabric loop underneath that split his balls like the globes in a Newton’s cradle.
“Just tight enough for your enjoyment.” Henry smoothed his hand up the underside of Jay’s twitching cock and moved back. “And for mine, as I check on you throughout the day.”
A little compression brought a lot of awareness. The rope hugging her as she breathed would keep Henry and desire at the forefront of her mind everywhere they went. The altered resting position for Jay’s cock would do the same for him. Like wearing Spanx.
Cock Spanx.
If he didn’t look so adorably fucking hot with nothing but a cock wrap on, she’d be rolling on the floor laughing.
He thrust his pelvis forward. “What d’ya think, Alice? Impressive, right?”
She bit the inside of her cheeks.
“No, no, it’s okay, the size of my cock makes all the girls speechless. Have a minute to finish looking.” He swept his hand over the top as if his cock was a game-show prize. “You know, take it all in.”
Diving forward, she bear-hugged him with enough force to rock him on his heels and slapped a loud, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You’re ridiculous. Way too cute to take out today. We better put some clothes on you, stud.”
Henry pressed gray cotton boxers into her hand. “Start with these,
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