Henry’s hips slow, lose their rhythm. “Is that what you want to see?” he asks with ragged breaths. He’s close to coming.
I hesitate. “Just once.” Just like I agreed to that time in the grotto with Margo, even though I don’t crave women.
I want to know that Henry will bend for me as readily as I bend for him.
“Fuck,” he curses, then swallows hard. “Just this once. And only because it’s him.”
I bite back the smile of victory. Henry’s trying something he’s never done before—a seemingly impossible feat given his sexual experiences—and he’s not doing it for himself, he’s doing it because I asked him to.
“You sure?” Merrick asks, his hand still on Henry’s thigh.
“Make it worthwhile,” Henry growls.
A sexy smirk curls the lion tamer’s lips. “You know I will.” Merrick fishes out something from the pocket of his sagging pants, tearing off the plastic seal with his teeth in one expert bite. It’s a bottle of lube like the one the naughty mime gave Henry.
I watch in the myriad of reflections as he coats his fingers with the clear liquid, tosses the empty container, and then reaches forward to rub the spot behind Henry’s balls.
Henry’s breath hitches and I hold my breath, wondering how he’ll react.
His hips pick up their rhythm again and he slips in and out of me.
Merrick’s crooked smirk is intoxicating as he edges forward, his hip fitting in between Henry’s parted knees. “Stop for a minute,” he demands, his deep voice like honey.
Henry complies and Merrick’s muscular arm flexes as he hooks it around one of Henry’s legs and lifts. He slides his slick fingers farther back. “Not the best angle, but I can make it work,” Merrick murmurs.
Henry grunts, and I realize Merrick’s aim—which I should have when I asked for this. My skin ignites over my entire body and I can hardly breathe. Has Henry ever allowed anything like that?
“Relax for me,” Merrick coaxes, his voice gravelly, and I frantically search the reflections for one that shows me the explicit scene. Unfortunately, it’s blocked by Merrick’s bare ass, so I lean forward, straining to see from this award angle.
“That’s my girl.” Henry chuckles. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
I barely notice the couple behind us—Margo’s wet mouth making obscene noises as she pleasures Joel—as Merrick slowly works a finger past the tight ring and into his friend at my bidding.
Henry moans as Merrick adds a second finger, following the same painstakingly slow process until Henry’s body accepts him.
“You good?” Merrick asks, his eyes locked on Henry.
Henry inhales sharply and then answers with a gruff “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Merrick lowers Henry’s thigh to the floor.
Henry’s hips start rocking again, cautiously at first, adjusting to the intrusion. But it’s not long before, with a soft groan and a curse, he finally picks up the tempo.
Merrick’s muscular frame remains sandwiched between Henry’s thighs, so close to where we’re joined, his free hand resting on Henry’s thigh. He doesn’t relent, his lips parted as he holds his position, meeting every thrust of Henry’s with his own as Henry comes down on his friend’s hand. Soon, Henry’s soft moans are timed with it as well.
“He’s enjoying this, I promise,” Merrick whispers, his breathing shallow as he settles on his haunches and watches. “And so are you. Fuck, you are so wet.” He licks his lower lip, looking seconds away from leaning in to join in with his mouth.
I wouldn’t mind that in this heated moment, even if his aim isn’t for me. Just imagining his tongue on both of us …
Henry picks up speed and I lose control. With a high-pitched cry, I arch my back and let my climax overtake me, my body trembling as my sex spasms around Henry’s length for what feels like an eternity, the sensation overwhelming.
Henry follows with a desperate sound that I don’t recall ever hearing from him before, his hips jerking erratically as he throbs and shudders inside me. He’s holding me against him so tightly, every muscle in his body seems to be constricting. I’m sure my skin will be marred by bruises tomorrow.
Merrick’s throaty moans trail ours, and when I come down off my high, he’s bowed forward, his shoulders heaving as he strokes out another orgasm.
“Holy fuck.” Henry releases my legs and pulls down my skirt to cover me from view. “I have created a monster,” he whispers against my ear.