Finding Their Balance

by M. Q. Barber

  “No, you have a reason. I know that.” But with her attitude, she’d treated him like a petty man who’d punish her for months of condoms. Unattractive, unkind, self-centered Alice. Ugh. “An important one, because you made the game contingent on accepting the condition.”

  “Two, actually, but a reasonable deduction.” Henry spread their hands wide on Jay’s thighs. “What do your fingers have that mine lack, sweet girl?”

  Henry’s fingers surpassed hers in every measure—longer, thicker, better manicured—“My nails.” Hers extended past her fingers. “They’re too long and sharp.”

  “Two lovely pets are reason enough for me to tend mine with care.” Humming, Henry interlinked their fingers. “The cotton and covering owe nothing to squeamishness or hygiene. They are, as you surmise, a safety measure.”

  As he dragged her fingers down Jay’s thigh, pale pink lines erupted on the creamy skin hidden by his bike shorts all day.

  Sighing, Jay pushed closer.

  “Despite his well-muscled, enticing exterior, our Jay is delicate inside.” Henry cupped their hands around Jay’s balls. “We don’t wish to risk a scratch.”

  Jay’s soft skin and fuzzy hair tickled her palm. Cocks twitched above her fingers and against her back.

  Jay waggled his ass. “Hear that? Muscled and enticing, Alice.” Sexy and cute, too, with a devastating grin. “I’m worth bundled-up cotton-finger.”

  “You are, but I could cut my nails.” She wouldn’t miss them. They’d grow back. Or she could adopt Henry’s regimen. “Now.”

  Henry tsked. “Ah, but you’d still have to wear protection for the second reason.”

  Tipping back, she found solid support on his shoulder. “Which is?”

  “Practice.” He kissed her forehead. “Toys are neither a finger nor a cock, and we’ve several of Jay’s favorites to try in your hands tonight. When you wield one, will you feel sensation at the tip? Will you know how rough, how fast, how hard?”

  “No.” Not without wireless hookups, pressure sensors, and software. She’d gain knowledge through experience, the way Henry—of course. Henry had mapped her pleasure centers, her likes and dislikes, and taught her and Jay to play in tune. “Only Jay can tell me what he needs.”

  “Exquisite.” Henry captured her mouth. Delving inside, twining their tongues, he stroked her breathless. “Tell him what you’re doing, Alice. Talk to him.”

  Craft a scene the way Henry did, hold Jay spellbound with her voice and bring him to climax. Easy. Right.

  In dark eyes and expectant brows, Jay offered a wealth of trust. He cocked his head, and a stray lock of hair tumbled across his forehead.

  Oh God. All of his faith, aimed at her. She buried her face in Henry’s neck. “What if I can’t? What if I say the wrong thing?”

  “What will help you most in this moment?” Henry matched her plaintive whispers with a strong rumble. “What do you want?”

  “I want to”—feel in control, but how—“see what I’m doing.” Not hurt Jay or disappoint Henry. “Run a simulation.” A hundred.

  “Good. Identifying your desire and locating the proper tool will bring the fulfillment you seek.” He placed his finger at her lips in a silent shush. With his opposite hand, and hers, he massaged Jay’s ass. “Such tight beauty, round and firm, deserves appreciation.”

  Legs bending almost double, Jay rocked into their caress.

  “Yet it obstructs my view of another beauty. One I would claim with fullness and depth.” Henry skated his fingers through the lube coating Jay. “Would you enjoy that, Jay?”

  “Yes, please.” Ending on a whimper, Jay unfolded his elbows and dropped to the sheets.

  “Then you’ll hold yourself open for us.” Deep notes transformed Henry from coaxing questioner to demanding dominant. “Present yourself. Show Alice where you most want her touch.”

  Jay slapped his hands to his ass and spread his cheeks. Lube laid a shining path for her. He flexed, flashing pink.

  Henry doused the tip of her swaddled finger. At this rate, she’d use the whole lube bottle before she got up her courage. She traced Jay with steady pressure, circling his faint thrusts. Pushing toward her, that’s how he created his rhythm. An anti-Kegel. “Is this my invitation?”

  Exhaling, he stuttered. “Uh-huh.” His cock twitched, well on the road to hard again. “Ready when you are.”

  She’d hurt Jay with her incompetence. She wouldn’t like it. She wouldn’t be able to get him off this way. She’d—

  “Small steps.” Henry steadied her shaking hand. “The finished design will show itself in time. Push when he does.” As the tip slipped inside, Henry guided her in a slow thrust. “Jay understands your need to study each component. You please him with your care and attention.”

  Jay squeezed her in the vise of his body. Just to the middle of her finger, the second knuckle, but solid. Throbbing. Her heartbeat or his, drawing her deeper.

  “You are not being judged,” Henry whispered. “Shall I forbid you to judge yourself?”

  The pressure popped. She tumbled forward to the last knuckle, her loose fist sliding on excess lube slicking his skin.

  Groaning, cock waving flaglike over his abs, Jay gripped his ass.

  Her heart thundered. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not hurting.” Jay laughed. He clamped down with powerful muscles.

  Jesus. As he pushed and pulled, she bobbed in the current.

  “You’re in control.” Startling, a revision of her mental map. She wouldn’t be powerless and in pain, either. Henry would never use her that way, but stray fears clung like cobwebs.

  “When I wanna be. Told you it doesn’t hurt.” As he relaxed, he freed her to move. “But you gotta want to let someone in. You choose to surrender.”

  “Well said.” Pumping Jay’s cock, Henry wrung loose a happy whine. “That trust cannot be rushed, and it does not arise from the head.” He settled his hand on hers. “For now, explore.”

  At each Jay-wiggle, she grew bolder, testing every masturbatory trick she used herself.

  Jay, laughing, invented his own hot and cold rating scale. “Neighbor. Friend. Friendlier. Partner. Friend.”

  “Is thrusting better?” She drew back. Jay liked Henry’s power. She’d have to deliver despite having less mass.

  Henry encircled her wrist before she could pull free. “Stay within the place you’ve made for yourself.” He nudged her into a slow spin, drilling forward. “You see how he surges toward you?”

  “Thrusting’s good. I like thrusting.” Rocking, Jay set the bed in motion and moaned with her moves.

  Hell yes better. She developed a clockwise twist deeper, a counterclockwise twist shallower. Eyeing the tightening in his balls, she picked up her pace.

  “More.” Jay flexed his hips and drove himself against her. “Please.”

  Grinding accomplished nothing. Her finger didn’t reach farther. Faster, she could do. More stymied her.

  “So eager he is to seek pleasure.” Tugging her backward, Henry rolled the condom down. His quick work snuggled her index and middle fingers together, double-sizing her makeshift cock. “So eager to be the center of your understanding.”

  “Gonna give you two, stud.” Share what she was doing, check. Ask for what she needed—“Push for me. Show me you want me inside.”

  His effort overcame cotton and latex, the pressure more familiar, her awareness better attuned. She slipped in with patient ease. Double-fucking-tight.

  Bouncing his ass in rhythm, Jay gripped her on every pullback. He curled his toes into the mattress. His cock swelled. “Please,” he chanted, his begging mixed with vibrato breaths and tenor whimpers. “Please, Alice.”

  “Do you hear the changing tones of his need?” In the shadow of Jay’s thigh, Henry extended two fingers, mimed turning his hand palm up, and gestured in a come-hither motion. “Listen to the roughening timbre. The wild swing in pitch.”

 
She copied the slow swivel and stroked upward. A smooth bump rolled under her touch.

  Cock jerking, Jay jammed himself toward her.

  Henry caressed her arms, an infusion of strength and confidence. “Take his pleasure as your tuning fork.”

  Fingers firm, she rubbed the gentle curve with persistent repetition. Memorized the placement. The spot where guy-magic happened.

  “I need, fuck, I need to come.” Jay arched off the bed, his thighs straining. “Can’t wait. Please. Please.”

  “Come, Jay.” This storm surged at her direction. In two fingers, she held the power to command him. “Come for me.”

  He shuddered and groaned. His cock leapt. A white arc surged over his chest and spattered his neck. A second splashed his sternum. The third pooled above his navel. He lay painted with his climax and gasping for breath, all because of her.

  No blizzard-blind fumbling. She’d built a fucking hydroelectric dam connecting her to Jay with high-voltage wires, and the controls lived inside her. She’d even short-circuited the bedroom lights. Dim, with new fuzzy halos.

  “Breathe.”

  Her chest heaved at Henry’s command. Her lungs rejoiced. Fuck, no wonder she’d gotten lightheaded. Shivering, she giggled. “I did it.” She’d put the stunned grin on Jay’s face and the triumphant streaks on his chest and belly. “I did it.”

  “Hell yeah you did.” Propped on his elbows, Jay scanned himself to her buried fingers and blew her a kiss. “You fucked me good.”

  Cock thumping her back, Henry clenched her thighs with surprising force. His low growl vibrated through his chest and pushed into her. “Magnificent.”

  A violent surge of desire overloaded her. With the raw strength of his ownership, he cut her imagination loose sure as if he’d toppled her and fucked her across Jay’s chest.

  “You’ve pleased me, both of you, with your patience and courage.” Henry lifted his hands, and the color rushed back under her skin.

  He kept encouraging her in this powerful direction. Nothing matched the thrill and the sober responsibility of cradling Jay’s trust and happiness in her hands—or the exhilaration of choosing the right route.

  “Yoo-hoo, Alice. You aced the lesson.” Stretching with puppyish abandon, Jay levered his feet and waggled her legs. “Good thing. Not surprising.”

  The lesson went beyond cutting loose her subconscious fears about anal sex. Jay’s pleasures weren’t the only ones exposed to her here.

  Head shaking, Jay laughed. “She’s got subspace face. Dom-space face?”

  Henry had given her a firsthand, guided tour through his emotions as their dominant. This brilliant flash of heat and accomplishment, this slow-burning contentment flowing in after, he’d shown her in the only way she’d appreciate.

  “Success can be surprising when our girl underestimates her readiness for deeper understanding.” Henry kissed the back of her head as he helped ease her fingers free. “You’re her first, and firsts are a breeding ground for creativity, invention, and revision.”

  Settling down, Jay cupped his hands behind his head with ostentatious flair. “I’m a great first.”

  She graduated to washcloth duty, bathing her Jay-slate clean from shoulders to balls. “You were fantastic.”

  “You’re having fun, right?” Jay cradled her in a loose hug, tapping her back with excess energy. “I want this to be good for you. Whatever’s got you worried or weirded out up here”—he nudged her forehead—“when you’re trying to receive down here”—and squeezed her ass—“you can ask or test.”

  “I’m good now.” In a lazy sweep, she wiped a nonexistent splash of ejaculate from his jaw. “I like this game.” She invaded his mouth, her kiss weighted and dragging and molasses-sweet. He tasted of submission and satisfaction. God, Henry must love that flavor on them. “A lot.”

  Jay’s low whine chased her. Eyes closed, he grew a teeth-baring grin.

  “And I love putting that sexy fucking smirk on your face.”

  His eyes widened, and he wriggled taller, pressing his shoulders back. “I’m your stunt double.”

  Henry corralled her and hauled her into his lap. “Let’s find you both another pleasurable challenge.”

  At Henry’s direction, Jay rolled onto his stomach and hugged a stack of towel-draped pillows. The height propped his ass and bent his legs.

  Henry passed her a clear glass toy from the bench. The weighty cone shape resembled a Christmas tree on a stand.

  Measured against her fingers, the toy came out on top by less than an inch. More girth, yeah, but nowhere near what her lovers carried around in their shorts. “Kind of stubby, isn’t it?”

  Jay snorted.

  “You wound me.” Henry pressed their gathered hands to her heart. “Have I ever failed to satisfy?”

  Hell no. “You’re a lot bigger than this is.”

  He tickled her ribs, chasing her as she squirmed away. “You’ll appreciate small in due time.”

  “I’d appreciate small.” Drumming his feet on her, Jay wiggled his ass. “I’m super appreciative.”

  “We’ll have you hard again soon enough.” With a heavy massage, Henry pushed him into the pillows. “I’ve plans for you.”

  Jay stopped grinding. “Thank you, Henry.”

  “Starting small is a retraining exercise.” Henry poured lube over the glass toy and her cupped palm. “A reminder of how pleasure builds and grows.”

  “We’re gonna run out of lube.” Especially if he meant to use every item on the bench.

  “Should the two of you empty a bottle a night in play, I would judge it well spent.” He slicked her fingers and the toy’s tip. “You will never upset me by using more than needed.”

  Practicing what he’d taught her, she eased forward. Tingles traveled to her toes gripping the bedsheet. Jay’s reward for his patience with her playtime might include Henry as the main event. “This is a warm-up.”

  Jay pressed back, taking the full depth with a low sigh.

  “Mm-hmm.” Outlining the wide circle base, Henry teased Jay where curved glass met soft skin. “Stretching is beneficial—and enjoyable. Isn’t that so?”

  The plug dipped and jumped. Jay worked fantastic fucking muscles, pumping divots in the sides of his ass and flexing against his lovers. “I’m an exercise fiend. I love this workout.”

  Too tempting. She elevator-button-pressed the toy’s base.

  Groaning, Jay dug his knees in and lifted toward her.

  In doggy-style, that’d be her plea for Henry to fuck her harder. “You want thrusting?”

  “God yeah.” Jay dropped his head. “I want it, please.”

  “Not with this toy.” Henry stayed her hand. “Jay, you’ve a wonderful opportunity to help educate your playmate.” Twisting, he fluttered his fingers over the remaining toys on the bench. “List three activities you enjoy while wearing your plug.”

  “Only three?” Jay shot a sexy smirk over his shoulder. “Doing chores. This baby’s how Henry convinced me dusting was a necessity.”

  Henry set a slender steel dildo and the lube between her legs. Taking over her massage, he stroked Jay from knee hollows to ass curves.

  “All that bending and reaching?” Jay sighed with heavy appreciation. “Dust needs to happen faster.”

  She got hands-on lubing the toy, a heavy sphere below an elongated ellipsoid shaft. An exclamation point, held straight up by the ball end.

  “We’ll find more uses for your bending and reaching talents.” Henry clamped down on Jay’s perfect cheeks. “I do so enjoy supervising. A second?”

  Pushing toward Henry, Jay whimpered. “Waiting—you haven’t loved waiting pose until you’ve done it with the weight of a plug in your ass.”

  “One more, please.”

  As Henry wiggled the glass handle, Jay tightened his feet into iron bands across the tops of her thighs. “Having this in your ass and Henry in your throat is amazing, especially when he wo
n’t let you touch yourself.”

  A glimpse of her future, watching and partaking. Slippery rivers of lube flowed into a friction-reducing cushion to protect Jay from the metal warming in her hands. Ready for her training and his pleasure.

  “My dick’s in stiff-breeze mode then. You could breathe from across the room and I’d come.”

  “Well done.” Humming, Henry freed the plug. “Your enthusiasm fills our Alice as easily as your toys fill you.” Glass toy deposited on the bench, Henry adjusted her grip on its steel cousin. “You’ll have the thrusting you desire as your reward.”

  They slipped the toy home together. Wrapped around her, Henry controlled the speed and power of their thrusts—slow and easy.

  With a feline arch in his back and a whine in his throat, Jay dragged his face along the sheet. Tensing and relaxing in turn, he formed ripples in his long muscles as if he’d slam toward them given the chance.

  Heavy-handed, Henry petted one flexing thigh. “With words, if you can. Will you speak up for Alice? You’ve quite enthralled her.”

  “Me?” Jay shimmied, speeding their thrusts and whimpering as they dug their knuckles into his cheeks. “I, yeah, I want her—” He shuddered. “Fuck, deep and short, please.” He sucked in a hard breath. “I want her to feel all of this.”

  “You look amazing.” Best damn sales pitch ever. Guided by Henry, she traded long strokes for short ones. Staying deep, she upped her pace. Metal gleamed, the lube lending a colored sheen.

  “Define the this you wish her to feel.” Henry slipped under her and rolled Jay’s balls against the stacked pillows.

  Shaking, Jay groaned. “Intense. Intensity. Perfect gear, muscles fluid, lungs burning, gonna be so fucking good to summit—”

  “Lift up and show me your cock.”

  Jay jolted his hips in the air.

  Her thrusting ceased. “God, he’s gorgeous.”

  He hung stiff and bobbing, gravity coaxing a bead of pre-come into a dangling thread. The thick ridge running up his underside made a tempting target.