by Cara Dee
Henry was gonna love this.
The house was quiet when we got back, aside from Martin’s whining because we hadn’t taken him home.
“You’re being kind of a bitch, you know,” Mattie said conversationally.
I stifled my grin, and Martin looked properly chastened and shut his mouth.
Mattie snickered and climbed the stairs, announcing he was sweaty and gross and needed a shower.
Trailing farther into the house, I found Henry on the terrace in one of the loungers with a bottle of beer. He had his eyes closed but probably knew I was here.
The sun had set, so I switched on one of the patio lights before stepping out further.
“Hey.” I sat down on the edge, by his legs, and placed my hand on his thigh.
He opened his eyes slowly and offered a tired smile before closing them again. “Hello, beautiful. How was your day?” He brought the bottle to his mouth and took a swig.
“It was good. We had dinner with Julian and Noah.” I stroked his leg, wondering what mood he was in. He seemed content. “We came home earlier, but we didn’t wanna interrupt. You and Ty were talking.”
He sighed, definitely content, and reached for my hand. “I thought I’d heard you.”
“We totally listened in for a while.”
He smiled sleepily and kissed my knuckles. “I don’t mind. How much did you hear?”
“We left when Ty got upset.” Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips, then stroked his jaw. “You okay?”
At that, he opened his eyes once more, and he inclined his head. “Very much so. The only thing that would make tonight better is a bubble bath with you and a bottle of red.”
I chuckled and kissed him again. “I’ll see your bubble bath and raise you one opportunity to gloat.” I straightened in my seat and peered into the kitchen where Martin was lurking in the shadows. “Get out here, Mr. Can’t-keep-it-in-his-pants.”
“Oh goodness, now what?” Henry muttered and sat up straighter too.
Martin joined us with reluctance rolling off of him, and he sighed dramatically and made a get-on-with-it gesture.
“What happened?” Henry asked, standing up.
“When you were talking to Ty, Martin texted me,” I explained. I ignored Martin’s glare and rose to stand next to Henry. “He needed to be picked up on the side of the road because someone stole his car. Again.”
“For crying out loud,” Henry snapped. I snatched his beer from him because I knew they got loud and gestured a lot when arguing. “Martin! How many times do we need to have this conversation? Let me guess, you cheated again too?”
Oh, so this was a recurring thing. Fun.
“To be fair, I warned him,” Martin argued. “I keep telling people I’m not good with monogamy!”
“Yet, you enter monogamous relationships!” Henry threw out his hands. “There are ethical ways to date several men, you know. I can’t deal with you. Christ. This is why you can’t have nice things!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, getting heated. In the meantime, I sat down and took a sip of the beer. I wanted to enjoy this show. “Okay, what’s next? I assume you need me to contact him so he can return your car.”
That set Martin off, and he seethed. “Oh, get off your high horse, Henry. I do not need you to do anything for me. I am perfectly capable of—”
“Letting your dick think for you, yes, I’m aware.”
My mouth formed a small “o.” Burn.
“At least I have one that works,” he scoffed.
I pointed the beer bottle in Henry’s direction. “His works very well, honey.”
I got the glower for that. Okay, so perhaps I should keep my mouth shut. Yeah, I’d do that. Martin was mad.
“I’m not getting into this,” Martin said angrily. “Henry, consider our truce over. Zach, I’ll be in the car. You’re taking me home.” He pivoted and stormed inside, and shortly after, we heard the front door slam shut.
“Well, then.” Henry turned to me, lips pursed in thought. “Bubble bath when you get back? I’d like to test the jets on all your lickable little places.”
I nodded, my ass clenching. “Yeah, okay. I’m in.”
“So will I be, my dear.”
Oh, fuck.
Nineteen
Just call me jet-set boy
“Henry!” I yelled. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I picked up Mattie’s note from the kitchen island and reread it.
Henry trailed down the stairs shortly after, fully dressed and ready to face the day. See, I was one of those who ate breakfast in sweats. He wasn’t, and I was going to have to change that. Clothes were evidently unnecessary today.
“The boys aren’t up yet?”
I handed him the note. “They found bikes in the garage and went to the beach.”
“‘We’ll be back for dinner,’” he finished, reading out loud. “Hm. Should we join them? After yesterday, I don’t think Ty is a flight risk, but—”
“Mattie wouldn’t let him leave,” I reasoned and hooked two fingers into his belt. “Maybe we should let them spend the day together. They probably have a lot to talk about.” My brother had mentioned Ty refusing to speak to Mattie the other day. “You and I could eat breakfast and do naked stuff.” The hot tub on the upstairs terrace was calling my name, particularly after last night. Holy shit, the jets in the bathtub were out of this world. I could only imagine how forceful they’d be in the hot tub.
His mouth slanted up a fraction as I tugged him closer. “My sweet Zachary, are you hungry for even more cock? You slut.”
I stuttered out something that sounded like, “Shhyeah.”
“Hmm. I’ll make it happen for you.” He dipped down and gave me a slow kiss. “First, breakfast.”
Right. We had to fill up on energy. Carbs were good for that, right? And sugar.
“I wanna know how it went between you and Ty after we left yesterday too.” I adjusted my dick as Henry aimed for the fridge. “Did he agree to stay?”
Henry spoke from behind the open fridge door. “We didn’t discuss it much, to be honest. He let me comfort him, though. He was so tired, the poor thing. He’s been pretending to be someone he’s not for a very long time.” He closed the door, setting down eggs, English muffins, and fixings on the counter by the stove. “I don’t believe he will put up much of a fight. He seems to know I’m serious about not letting him live with my parents anymore.”
That was good. It was great to hear.
They’d have their rough patches, no doubt. Ty wouldn’t break his habits in one day, and they were going to have to start over from the beginning. That’s where they were now, at their beginning. It was a good one, I thought.
Henry agreed.
“Mattie would like to stay for a while,” I added.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he replied. “I’m impressed by how you’ve raised your brother, Zach. He’s a wonderful young man. I can only admire you—and hope to be half as good with Tyler.”
“That’s so like you, selling yourself short.” I joined him at his side so I could pinch his ass. “But, thank you. He’s a good egg.”
So were the English muffins Henry made us with eggs, sausage, and all the cheese in the world.
“Ohhh…” I groaned in contentment as I lowered myself into the tub. The water wasn’t as hot as I thought it would be, and that was a damn good thing. Although we were protected underneath a sunroof with grape vines blocking the sun, it wasn’t exactly a chilly day that called for a hot soak.
“Feel good?” Henry adjusted the jets after setting a bottle of something on the edge of the tub. I squinted at it to read the label. Water-resistant lube. Well, fuck me. He thought of everything.
“So good.” I sighed and leaned back, my head landing on the edge. There were four indentions with foam lining the sides of the tub, providing cushions for lazy guys like me.
Henry pulled his tee over his head, then dropped his shorts. I stared ’cause I could and grinned a little wh
en he winked. Then he got in and sat down next to me, a sighed “Oh, yes” slipping through his lips.
Wanting to feel him, I crawled onto his lap and nuzzled his cheek.
He smiled, and his hands were always quick to find my ass. “Perfect. I think you need to straddle me more often.”
I smirked. “You just want easy access to my ass.”
“That too, certainly.” He captured my mouth with his and groped my ass cheeks, and he managed to make me yelp when he wriggled his pinkie finger inside.
“Jesus Christ, Henry. A little warning would be nice.” I clenched down on him automatically, and it wasn’t enough. A finger or two didn’t cut it anymore. “I think you have an ass fetish.”
“Oh, I don’t think it. I know so.” He swept the tip of his tongue into my mouth and replaced his pinkie with his middle finger. “Most people have fetishes, no?”
He couldn’t possibly wanna carry on a conversation while he was fingering me.
“Sure. Maybe. I don’t know.” I shifted on top of him, wanting more. “I don’t think I have any. I mean—other than loving when you fuck me. If that’s a fetish, sign me up.”
He chuckled huskily and used his index and ring finger to stroke my constricting opening. He liked to rub the skin there and tease me by dipping the pad inside, then circling some more.
“You’re kinda kinky,” I had to say. “Ass play, cock worship, lipstick domination.”
His laugh was softer and muffled by a drawn-out kiss. “I believe we are both guilty of worship, darling boy.”
“Mmm, true…” I kissed away the water droplets on his shoulder. “Fuck, that right there.” When he scissored me open with two fingers—I fucking loved it. Oh God, I could feel the warm water just inside my hole, seeping in between his fingers. “I want your cock.”
“Not yet,” he whispered. “You may touch me, though. Both hands, please.”
I moaned under my breath and found his erection, thick and hard. I used both hands and stroked him sensually. And scratch that. I was massaging him. In firm, unhurried strokes, I rubbed his cock, feeling all of him. As I gently grazed my fingernails up the base of him, I used my other hand to cup the head and twist it carefully.
“Incredible,” he breathed into a kiss. “You obey perfectly. Did you know that?”
I shivered, and a breeze rolling through the balcony only made it more visible. “I like pleasing you,” I admitted. “It turns me on, and it feels good.” Like now, when he fingered me deeper and made me greedier. He always felt so fucking good. “Yeah, you’re definitely kinky.”
He flashed a wolfish little smirk. “Only for fun. I do have some fetishes, and being dominant is one of them.” He elicited a long groan from me, because—fuck—those fingers of his. “At this speed, you’ll wake up my bottom side soon.” Since he had both his hands by my ass, he could use more fingers. Four of them, his middle fingers and index fingers formed an object big enough to fuck myself on. Even though he only allowed for slow movements. “Would it turn you on if I was the one begging to be fucked?”
“Uungh,” I moaned. “You have no idea.”
“Good. What about your fantasies, Zachary?”
“Why are we talking when you could be balls deep in my ass?” I pushed myself down on his fingers, wondering how the fuck he was angling them. He must’ve put them together, the sides with his nails facing each other.
“I asked you a question,” he reminded.
I huffed, breathing heavily, and scowled. Okay, the bastard needed to be swayed. I’d all but forgotten my own seduction, so I redoubled my efforts with his cock and included his balls. They were firm, telling me how aroused he was.
I didn’t know how to answer him, though. Only one thing came to mind as I thought back on the porn I’d watched. Funnily enough, it was from straight porn, and now I couldn’t help but wonder if it’d been the role-play that’d turned me on more so than the gender.
I’d watched the video countless times, and it was part of why I had been so confused. Because of how turned on I’d been, supposedly because it had been a man fucking a woman. But now… Was it the kink?
“Sleep sex,” I blurted, out of breath. I swallowed and exhaled heavily. “I saw it in porn. The man was fucking a woman who was pretending to be asleep or unconscious.”
Henry’s jaw tensed. “Somnophilia. That’s what it’s called.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t gauge his mood, so I was quick to add, “Just as role-play. I don’t actually wanna be passed out or—well, I mean, I don’t think it’s possible to sleep through a fuck for real, but the fantasy—”
“Quiet, boy.” He kissed me and slipped his fingers out of me. Dammit. “It turns me on too. Count on me wanting to try it with you.”
“Oh.” Now I definitely needed him to fuck me. Hard. “Have you tried it before?”
He shook his head and reached for the lube. “No. I’ve only gotten off to porn with it.” He pinched my ass. “Bend over the edge for me.”
Finally.
I got off his lap and stood up. The water was just deep enough to keep most of my cock submerged. I gripped the edge and leaned forward, and that wasn’t enough for him. He told me to rest my elbows on the top and stand on my toes.
It put my ass right at the level of his cock.
Henry rubbed himself behind me, the head of his cock bumping against my flesh. “We’ll see how long I last after that filthy little confession of yours.” He interrupted my gulp and my shudder by nudging his cock between my cheeks and shoving himself deep inside me. “Fuck.”
My lips parted in a silent scream before I lowered my head and bit into my forearm. Holy mother of God. The pain was the only thing that could stave off an instantaneous orgasm, so I was fucking glad it hurt as much as it did. I hadn’t even touched my dick yet.
A muffled sob eventually broke free, along with a choked, “P-Please, more.”
Henry cursed viciously, then fucked me hard and fast for a few strokes before easing out. He gripped my hips and motioned me forward, until the rest of me was closer to the edge too. That was when I felt the jets hitting my balls, and I moaned embarrassingly loudly.
He fucked me more relentlessly than usual. Thanks to the water, he could slide his hands down my hips—his fingers tracing that sensitive crease where my thighs met my crotch—and support some of my weight. When he pushed his cock inside me on a particularly hard thrust, my toes left the bottom of the tub.
My eyes nearly rolled back. He hit so fucking deep, sometimes brushing against my prostate when the angle allowed it. To massage it, he could only use fingers. This way, he only managed to drive me goddamn crazy.
“Henry,” I groaned. “I need you—”
“You brought this on yourself, Zachary.” His voice was a low growl, his breath coming out harsh. “Tempting me with this beautiful ass, your fantasy—motherfuck. I can’t get it out of my head.” Slipping out slowly, he caught his breath and kneaded my ass roughly, and I bit back a whimper. “One day soon, I want you to pretend to be asleep so I can do all sorts of lewd things to your body.”
Yeah, I fucking whimpered. Why even bother trying to hold that back? The man turned me into a flushed, desperate fucktoy.
He pushed in again, effectively stealing my breath. Next, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought me back to him. The sounds coming from my mouth—I didn’t know what they were. Groans, sobs, pleas, choked gasps.
“You’ll do it to me too,” he whispered in my ear. Goose bumps rose all over. “Won’t you, Zach? You’ll be a good boy and take advantage of me in my sleep.”
“Yes,” I ground out. “Fuck, please touch me.” The words gusted out of me in a jumbled rush as I got increasingly close to bursting without a single stroke. My cock hurt, and the jets kept hitting me underwater. I wasn’t merely teetering on the edge; he was fucking me on it.
“Perfect.” He released my hair, letting me fall forward, and then he fucked us both toward climax. His hand fisted my cock a
nd stroked me against the blasting water stream.
It didn’t take many seconds before I was coming with a hoarse cry. The pleasure had me in a choke hold, flooding every part of me in sharp currents. My eyes burned with unshed tears, my ass ached hellishly, and my heart couldn’t pound faster.
Henry sagged against me, his forehead landing on my shoulder. His shallow, rapid breaths hit my back, and I trembled in my efforts to stay upright. I swallowed a hnngh sound as I felt his cock jerking lazily inside me.
“Goddamn, baby,” he whispered raggedly.
I nodded once and blew out a breath. I was done. So fucking done. My body was liquid.
Henry gathered me somehow, and I ended up seated in his lap. His softening cock was still buried inside my ass, and for some reason, that was exactly what I wanted. He’d positioned me sideways when sitting down, and this way, I could kiss him better. Kisses and touches came far easier than words. My heart wouldn’t quit racing.
Cooking dinner together was one of the more coupley things Henry and I had done together. I enjoyed the fuck out of it. He had put on some music and was making a salad while I flipped steaks on the grill.
“How are the fries?” I hollered from the terrace.
“Not quite there yet,” he responded. “Another few minutes.”
I nodded and added the last of the steaks. The sun would set within the hour, so I hoped Mattie and Ty would be back soon.
Henry stepped outside a couple minutes later with a glass of wine for me. He and Martin had turned me on to the shit, possibly because the wine I’d had in the past wasn’t always passable as wine.
“You’ve gotten some nice color today.” He touched my cheek, to which I turned my head and gave his palm a quick peck. Then I took a sip of my wine and gestured at his neck. He’d been in the sun today too.
We’d been lazy all day. After the hot tub rendezvous, we had migrated to the main terrace and lounged around the pool and had way too much ice cream. Or I had, at least. Henry seemed to have better self-control.