Three-Way Tie (Neighborly Affection) Read Free

orgasm. He flexed for the rush, the tightness in his balls and the slide of cotton boxers on his cockhead. Fabric sucked as a substitute for his lovers’ mouths, all wet and pulling and so fucking hot.
    He dropped a kiss on Alice’s head. “Sorry, sweetheart, but duty calls.”
    She snickered. “You wish it was a booty call.”
    “Could be,” he whispered. Henry had ordered them to edge more than once in the car and checked the fit of his cock ring in the bathroom at their lunch stop. The urge for release itched at his balls. “This place looks deserted enough for it.”
    Ducking under a dangling light fixture, he scooted around a shiny copper whatsit and some blue-and-white crocks perched at the edge of a deep shelf. Navigating his way to Henry took more concentration than following a mountain switchback no wider than a wheel rut. Yeesh. Who collected all this junk?
    “Ah, just the pair of hands I need.” Henry rose from his crouch with a dancer’s grace. “Hold out your arms, please.”
    He pouted at the lack of cock filling his palms. Dishes, though, those he received plenty of. Two platters and three bowls so far.
    “We restocking the whole kitchen?” Curling his fingers around the bottom platter, he tilted the stack toward his chest. No sense taking chances. “You sure you want me carrying these, Henry?”
    “We might, should the proper accoutrements present themselves.” Henry reached across the pile of finds and swept his hair from his forehead. “I’m certain I’ve chosen the perfect bearer for this task, Jay. Your presence makes every expedition a joyous occasion, and I well know the exact capacity of your grip.”
    Damn straight he did. Size and strength and every trick and twist. With a still-new needy thrill flipping in his stomach, he leaned into Henry’s touch. Encouraging overt affection in public pinned eyes on his back like a target. His oldest sister’s disapproving eyes. Just his imagination.
    Letting go of the need to hide himself laid so many gifts at his feet. The love and pride in Henry’s face at not being his shameful secret. The comfort of receiving Henry’s attention in public as Alice did. Wanting those things filled him with happiness. Embarrassment belonged to the old Jay, the one who believed “masculine” and “submissive” couldn’t co-exist. Henry and Alice had chipped away those self-loathing corners and built a fresh house for his soul.
    Henry kissed his forehead and dragged his mouth toward his ear. “Watch yourself, my boy. Stare at me with such love and obedience for too long, and you’ll find yourself on your knees soon enough.”
    He hadn’t sucked Henry’s cock in at least sixteen hours. His eager whine floated in the dusty air. “This place has gotta have a dozen empty corners. Alice would play lookout.”
    “Alice would prefer to watch your head bobbing, not the store’s sightlines,” Henry murmured. “I cannot fault her for that.”
    No, Henry would praise her for it, and they’d both love her for it. Fuck, he wanted her riding his cock while Henry filled his throat. To be a vehicle of pleasure for them and nothing more. Henry’s good boy. Alice’s stud puppy.
    Stiff-tongued, Henry penetrated his mouth without a hint of warning. The pressure of lips against lips sprinted to his balls, loaded and tight from a day’s worth of teasing. Henry squeezed his hip. Jesus, he needed to thrust. Why did they have these dishes between them? Don’t drop the dishes. Don’t drop the dishes.
    “Your knees are trembling.” Henry breathed hushed words, low and commanding, between them. “Time to do something about that, my boy. Set these—”
    “Welcome to Nicks and Scratches Antiques!”
    Holy fuck. The woman’s bubbly voice jolted him fresh out of Imminent Orgasm Avenue and dropped him onto Limp Dick Lane. Henry steadied him with a whispered apology as he took a half-step back.
    “Hi, folks. Sorry I didn’t catch you right off the bat. Gramps is out