8. Henry

Chapter 8

Henry

Whenever I’ve thought about getting my hands on Saskia again, I never once imagined her ex would be in the room with us. And yet, I’m more turned on than ever.

I might not know Saskia as intimately as Casper does, but there was no hiding the look in her eye when his suggestion sunk in.

The part of me that wanted him to leave evaporated the second I felt the heat of her tongue stroking against mine. All those years I’ve waited to do this again, I don’t give a fuck if we have a witness. I only care about her.

Beneath the tip of my tongue, her nipple tightens, the other doing the same between my thumb and fingertip.

My cock is aching for her touch, but I could ignore it all night to focus on just this. Could spend hours tasting her, nipping the soft skin underneath her breasts between my teeth, sucking it until I leave marks.

My plan was to spend this week learning the landscape of her body. To go back to New York knowing how every part of her responds to my touch, my kisses.

Now all I want to do is close my eyes and focus on the shift in her breathing, see what parts of her elicit more of these pretty little moans. I want to make this a Christmas she’ll never forget. The possibilities are endless.

“What do you want?” I ask her, but Casper answers before she can.

“Would you like to tell him, darling? Or shall I?”

“You tell him,” she says, pulling away to lean back against the pillows. She drags me with her, and behind me he chuckles darkly. Normally, that would piss me off, but if Saskia is the prize in his game, I’m not complaining.

“You’ll never be left wondering with this one, Henry. She’ll always make it clear exactly what she wants.”

She shifts to put one leg on either side of where I kneel before her, and with her hair spread across her pillows like golden silk, she really is a vision.

“Fuck her with your tongue,” Casper says. “She needs a man who isn’t afraid to get messy.”

We didn’t do this last time, and it’s been my second biggest regret, after letting her go in the first place. That I had her naked in my bed and didn’t get to taste her makes me feel like the biggest fool on earth. Especially when she was so good at using her mouth on me.

Cupping her ankle, I slide it up the bed, making her bend her knee and open wider for me. Her pussy is slick and pink, and though her body is older than the last time I saw her naked, she’s more beautiful than ever.

Her hips are already squirming, and it’s an unbelievable turn on to see her this needy. I could take my time, work her up to begging for it, but I’ve waited long enough for this taste of heaven.

One last glance to check she’s OK with this confirms just how much she wants it too. Her eyes stayed locked with mine and I dip my head to sweep my tongue through her soaked folds.

Her chest heaves, fingers clutching at bedsheets when I circle her clit, nudging it side to side, watching, learning all the ways she likes to receive pleasure.

Behind me, Casper moans, but it’s Saskia’s I’m more interested in. The little whimpering sounds she makes when I swipe long, slow licks either side of her entrance. I can tell she’s holding back, and I want her to truly let herself go with me.

My fingers slip inside her with ease, two at first, but I’ll work her up to a third. I feel her tighten around me and my cock throbs, desperate to get in on the action.

I have always loved to give pleasure this way. To worship a woman with my mouth, to make her shake and writhe against me. If, like Casper says, she needs a man who isn’t afraid to get messy, then I’m the only man she’ll ever need.

Palming her thighs, I push them wide, opening her up so I can bury my tongue inside her. I savour the taste, the heady mix of salt and lust, years of wanting finally fulfilled.

Casper’s fingers grip the hair at the back of my head, and I flinch, but only because I didn’t expect it. He tightens his hold, working with me to move my head back and forth.

Saskia’s thighs clamp tight around my head and he growls. “Hold her legs open so I can watch.”

I pin one down while he pulls at the other, and bury my face in close.

“Show me your tongue,” he says, pulling my hair. I don’t know why taking instructions from this dickhead is turning me on so much, but I tip my head back, open my mouth, and push it out for him. He swipes one finger down the middle, scooping up the mix of my spit and her juices. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, I watch as he brings it to his own mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it clean.

“Delicious. Now suck her clit. Hard. That always turns her into a fucking puddle.”

I don’t take my eyes off of Saskia’s as I drop my head a little lower, spit on her, then clamp my lips around that aching bundle of nerves. At the same time, I plunge my fingers back in, curling them up and stroking her from the inside.

She comes instantly, hips shooting off the bed so hard it’s like a punch in the face. Casper helps me hold her still while she writhes, her orgasm flooding her system, her body convulsing, pretty moans filling the small room.

“Fuck me,” she pleads, her head twisting from side to side, hands groping at her tits.

Casper opens the bedside drawer, and Saskia lets out a stroppy moan.

“You don’t want a condom?” he asks her, and she shakes her head.

“Hmm,” he says, tapping his lip. “When were you last tested, Henry?”

“Last year. All clear,” I tell him, tilting her face towards mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

I was waiting for you.

Saskia smiles softly, nuzzling into my palm as I stroke her hair. She knows, because she was waiting too.

“She’s had the all clear too,” Casper says, and beneath me, her smile morphs into a frown.

“How do you know that?” she asks.

“I read your email,” he shrugs. I make a mental note to put an end to that shit as soon as possible. “You had a wax yesterday, too, but Henry already knows that.”

My gaze casts back down to where, beneath a neat strip of hair, she is smooth and glistening, and so fucking sexy.

“Wear a condom anyway,” he says, shoving one into my palm. “It would be a cruel irony if the woman who doesn’t want kids ends up pregnant the first time she sleeps with someone else.”

There’s much more for me and her to interrogate there, but it can wait. Tearing open the packet, I roll it on quickly while Saskia shifts into the middle of the bed.

“Lie down, Henry,” Casper says. “I want to watch my wife ride you.”

“Are you OK?” I ask her, ignoring him for a second. I never dreamed this is how our night would turn out, and I’m not complaining, but I’m only enjoying myself if she is.

“Yes,” she nods, moving quickly up onto her knees. “I’m so good.”

Saskia wastes no time guiding me inside her, her head thrown back as she sinks down inch by inch. My hands grip her hips, guiding her into position until the entire length of me is buried inside her.

Casper moves to stand at the side of the bed and shoves one hand into her hair, holding her in place so her eyes are on me. When he wraps his other hand around her slender throat, her eyes roll back and she grinds harder.

“This is what she likes,” he says, as if I couldn’t tell from the way her pussy is clenching around me. “No pressure, just possess her. Own her. Rule her body.”

He licks a long, wet stripe from her jaw to her ear, and she tightens again.

“I told you it was always my dream to watch her fuck another man. Do you know her dream?”

I shake my head, and he releases her hair, stroking his hand down to one peaked nipple. I watch as he pinches and pulls until she squeals. He brings his cupped palm up to her mouth.

“Spit,” he commands and Saskia obeys without flinching, a hot string of saliva catching on her chin.

Casper’s hand disappears behind her, and with his fingers still at her throat, he lets her angle her body forward. Her eyes never leave mine, and when they widen, I can tell the exact moment his fingers work at her tight entrance.

“She dreams of being taken by two men at the same time,” he says. My hands grip harder into her hips as she bucks in my lap, her breath shuddering at the moment he enters her.

I can feel it too, the extra pressure against my cock pushing from the other side of her walls. It’s fucking intense. I’ve never felt anything like it. Never done anything like this.

“This is her dream. Well, a taste of it,” he laughs. “I bet you want more, don’t you, angel? That’s it. Fuck up into her. She likes that a lot.”

Saskia is boneless while I pound her, garbled sounds pouring from her mouth, hands scrambling to grasp at my chest, my arms, the sheets, anything. She shifts her feet flat on the bed so she’s better supported, and I reach underneath her to help lift her up and drop her back down, over and over and over.

The hairs on Casper’s arm tickle against mine, his warm skin throwing another sensation into the mix.

Saskia’s knees knock together, her thighs trembling as her orgasms roars forth. White heat floods through me when she clenches so hard I fall straight off the cliff-edge with her.

“Good girl, good girl,” Casper whispers, nuzzling the side of her head with his face until she flops onto my chest.

Casper pulls his hands away and crouches by her side, tipping his head to watch her ride out her orgasm. “Look at her. Drunk on your cock. She’s such a good little plaything, isn’t she?”

The last of my release is still filling the condom when he stands and heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask. “I thought you were going to—”

The weight of disappointment shocks me.

Did I even want that?

“Sometimes it’s good to give her what she wants. Sometimes it’s better to make her wait until she least expects it. You’ll soon learn. Sleep well, my friend.”

Saskia is still panting, trembling in my arms as the door snicks closed. I stroke my hands up and down her back until she looks up, resting her chin on my chest.

“Are you OK, darling?” I ask, sweeping the damp hair away from her face.

“What the fuck just happened?” Panic flares in her eyes as what we just experienced together truly sinks in.

Sitting up against the headboard, I lift her with me, and she curls into my chest. Her head fits into the crook of my neck like a piece of a puzzle that’s been just out of reach for as long as I’ve known her. There is so much to say, but I’m bone tired. From travelling, from jet-lag, from emptying inside her after the best fuck of my life. I can’t even begin to process it, let alone explain it to her.

“I have no idea, but I think we should get cleaned up and sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”