Crossing the Lines by M.Q. Barber

Jay do a lot of things very well.” She dropped her voice to a loud-and-proud whisper. “Don’t tell Jay. His ego’s already too big to fit in the bed.”
    Jay pressed himself against her. His cock formed a fiery impression along her hip. “I’ve got something that’ll fit better and warm you up.”
    She rolled on her side, leaving him at her back. Henry’s expression gave no hint of command.
    “It’s your choice, my dear. You’re under no obligation, but neither are you under any restriction.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
    Carte blanche, in Henry’s bed? The thought thrilled and terrified.
    It excited Jay. She’d have sensed the eager anticipation in him even if his cock hadn’t jumped against the base of her spine. But she ignored him for the inscrutable lines on Henry’s face in the low light.
    “No restrictions?” She doubted he meant she could go digging through the special dresser for toys. She wasn’t confident enough to try it anyway. She couldn’t do what Henry did. Not yet.
    “Within your comfort level, Alice.” With his back to the window, where snow drifted downward in a moonlit dance, Henry was shadowed and difficult to read. “It’s not a challenge you must meet. I trust what you desire is not beyond your reach.”
    She drifted toward him, testing that the freedom he offered included access to not only Jay but himself as well. That he allowed it without taking control surprised her. She kissed him. Coaxed his mouth open. Stroked his tongue with her own.
    Sliding her hand over her hip, she dropped it between her body and Jay’s until her palm curved around his cock and her fingers cupped his balls.
    “Fuck, Alice.”
    Jay’s whispered words came as she let Henry’s mouth slip away. She couldn’t start with Henry. For so many reasons.
    He intimidated her. No—the idea of being wholly in charge of pleasing him without his guidance intimidated her. And Jay would take her lack of attention as a rejection. He covered emotional fragility with sexual bravado.
    Besides, Henry always made her wait. Fairness demanded she do the same. Dinner didn’t start with dessert.
    Her gentle squeeze made Jay jump. “Within my reach? Some very desirable things.”
    Imagining Henry meant more than this would be silly. He didn’t know everything she desired. If he did, he’d tell her to stop entertaining schoolgirl fantasies of romance. The same advice she kept giving herself.
    She turned toward Jay, letting go of his cock and pushing at the center of his chest. He rolled flat on his back. She kept her amusement to a small smile despite the laughter that wanted out. His hands rose to claim her hips when she straddled his stomach.
    She pressed his hands back to the mattress. “Later.”
    She kissed him no less thoroughly than she had Henry. Sitting up, she let the covers fall. The chill in the air hardened her nipples into tight, tingling points.
    Jay sucked in a loud breath.
    She rose on her knees and scooted forward. “You promised me warmth, Jay, and we all know you’re full of hot air.”
    His tongue greeted her with eager attention when she lowered herself to his face. She braced her hands on Henry’s headboard and let Jay feast.
    His hands crept up to caress her ass. She allowed the touch, encouraging him with wiggling hips and soft moans. His tongue swept between her lips and teased her clitoris. She pulled back before he could make her come.
    “Good boy, Jay.” She patted him on the head and returned his hands to the sheets. “I think I’m warm enough now. Got anything hotter for me?”
    His abdomen strained beneath her as she shuffled backward across his chest and down his stomach. He thrust into empty air behind her.
    “Down, boy,” she murmured, and he stilled, his eyes intent on hers. “I’ll tell you when it’s time to thrust.”
    She moved lower yet, straddling his thighs, and stroked his cock in a firm grip. Damn. Condom. She should’ve grabbed one before she started.