26. Henry

Chapter 26

Henry

Warm fingers stroke through my hair, pulling me slowly from the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time.

The three of us fell asleep naked after taking turns to get clean last night. Unfortunately, the tiny cottage bathroom didn’t allow us all to go in together, but visions of us in my walk-in shower in Manhattan danced through my dreams.

Getting to hold Saskia through the night is something I’ve wanted for a long time, but having Casper in bed with us too is something I never knew I would enjoy so much. The two of us wrapped our arms around her, and since the fire downstairs had died out long before, I was grateful for the extra warmth.

My eyes drift open, and when I realise they’re Casper’s fingers, I don't flinch like the first time he touched me, I just soften into it.

“Morning,” he whispers. His eyes are still closed, so I’m not sure how he knew I was awake, but I smile and whisper back.

“Morning.” There’s a Saskia-shaped hole between us and I shuffle a little closer. “Where did she go?”

“Bathroom,” he yawns, blinking himself into the present and looking up at me with those big brown eyes. With his long lashes, strong nose, and full lips, he’s so fucking handsome, and I don’t know how I never noticed.

I never noticed because I was too busy trying not to look at his wife.

“Are you OK?” he asks quietly. “About what happened, with us?”

The strangest thing is that it doesn’t feel strange at all. I’ve never kissed another guy before last night, or touched anyone else's dick. Never thought it was something I particularly wanted to do, but once we started, I didn’t want to stop.

“Pleasure is pleasure,” I say, repeating his words from yesterday. “And I certainly had a lot of it last night.”

“You've learned a few things.” A coy smile spreads across his face, and I’d be tempted to roll my eyes, but he’s right. He taught me a lot about Saskia, and a few new things about myself, too. I’ll let him have the win. This time.

“I had a good teacher.”

The fingers in my hair stroke down my cheek and come to a stop on my bare chest. “Still, we should have talked before, about you and I, not just our plans for her.”

Curling my hand around his hip, I pull him even closer, smiling when I feel his erection nudge against my thigh.

“I’m fine, Casper. I promise, we didn’t do anything I wasn’t one hundred percent into.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. What you did for her was a gift for both of us. And I’m grateful for it.”

The impulse to wrap my hand around his length is one I don’t fight, then his mouth is back on mine, my own cock thickening as he reaches down between us.

By the time Saskia returns, Casper has me on my back, straddling my hips while we stroke each other off and lose ourselves in messy kisses.

“Get in here,” I beckon, while he sucks at my throat.

“No, don’t mind me,” she says, pulling the chair from the corner to the foot of her bed. “I’m far too exhausted to play. You boys have fun and let me enjoy the show.”