34. Rae
Rae
Iopen my mouth, then close it. My mind is trying to catch up with what’s happening.
I went from such a high of meeting with Noah to Asher looking like he’s a wild animal barely restrained from going completely feral.
I’ve been doing everything I can to not think about the weird things that have been going on and then he had to remind me of it.
He doesn’t know that I’ve seen things because I worry if I mention it he may think I’m hallucinating.
“Call him,” Asher repeats, and I reach for my computer tentatively, not sure if Grayson will even answer. He has his game later so he may be at practice or getting ready to leave. Maybe he’s even already at the arena; I don’t even know what time it is where he is because my mind is such a mess.
I fumble while pulling up Grayson’s contact on my laptop and FaceTiming him. As soon as it starts ringing, Asher’s hand is in my hair, tilting my head to the side as his mouth descends on mine. I gasp, and he uses that to his advantage, pushing his tongue between my lips and invading my mouth.
“Hey, Sunshine,” Grayson greets on the computer, and I squeak while Asher separates our lips and guides my head back to the screen. I thought my mind was a mess before, it’s even more jumbled now.
“Does he know about your little meeting?” Asher asks with his cheek pressed against mine.
Grayson looks confused, and almost a little concerned while I’m trying to get my bearings. “What meeting?”
Asher turns to speak directly in my ear. “You like to hide things from him, don’t you, good girl?”
I shake my head because that’s not what I mean to do. I was going to tell him about this; I was going to tell them both once it’s official. The other scary stuff may have been brought up eventually.
“Are you okay?” Grayson’s voice is deep with concern.
“I-I’m great, yeah.” I smile. “Better now that you’re here too, kind of.”
Asher breathes out a laugh, pushing my hair off my shoulder and trailing his lips down my neck. “Tell him about your meeting.”
“I met with another artist about doing a duet together.” I try to keep my voice even while Asher is kissing along my neck.
“Oh cool, who?” Grayson already seems a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. Unlike Asher who seems ready to kill Noah for absolutely no reason.
“His name is Noah Fuller,” I answer, but as soon as I say his name Asher’s teeth nip my skin and I yelp. “And Asher seems to have a problem with him for some reason.”
“Why?” Grayson sits up a little more.
“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at our girl,” Asher answers with a growl.
Our girl.
Those two words cause a shiver down my spine. I don’t know if it’s the way he said it, or the way Grayson’s eyes narrow in interest. Or the fact that they’re both admitting it.
“What do you mean?” Grayson questions.
“He wasn’t looking at me in any way,” I defend, but Asher is behind me, yanking my head back by my hair as his hand wraps around the front of my throat.
I whimper as the single move suddenly has me so aroused I press my thighs together to find some relief from the sudden ache. I’m looking up at Asher, unable to move with the way he’s holding me, but he’s looking forward towards the computer screen.
“He was looking at her like he had a right to,” Asher says darkly.
“Is he going to be a problem?” Grayson has that tone that he rarely gets, but when he does it shows how possessive he can really be.
“He won’t.” Asher tightens his grip on my throat slightly. “Right, good girl?”
“You’re not stopping me from doing a duet with him,” I snark weakly.
“No, of course not,” Grayson agrees.
“But we can continue to remind you that you’re ours,” Asher adds.
I swallow against his palm on my throat. “Then remind me.”
He lifts me up out of the chair, kicking it out of the way. I don’t even register the crashing noise it makes because he’s hauling me against his body and kissing me fiercely. I moan into his mouth, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it off his body so I can feel his skin against mine.
“So fucking needy,” he growls against my mouth.
I’m flipped around, and pushed down onto the table.
I have to move my laptop with Grayson’s face on it back so I don’t crash into it from Asher’s forceful hands.
Looking up I see Grayson watching, his green eyes are intense on me.
I wish he was here so badly. I want to touch him right now while Asher is touching me.
Everything is so much better when the three of us are together. When one is missing, I can feel it. When it’s the three of us, it’s complete.
Grayson smirks, keeping his eyes locked on mine through the screen. “I can’t help but think this is a little bit of payback.”
“You’re smarter than you look, Wheeler,” Asher taunts, leaning over my back, his hand sliding into the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass roughly.
I roll my eyes at the jab. Grayson is very smart, and I think he looks extremely intelligent especially with his glasses. Those fucking glasses that I love so much.
“Can’t say the same to you, Hudson,” Gray retorts and I roll my lips together to stifle my laughter.
Asher clearly notices because he yanks my shorts down and lands a sharp slap onto my ass. “Think that’s funny?”
I shake my head slowly.
His hand comes down on my ass again, and I lurch forward with a gasp.
“Why’d you laugh?” Asher asks.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he growls with another slap.
“Sorry,” I say louder.
“The good girl seems like she wants to be bad today. What do you think, Wheeler?”
I hum, arching my back, trying to feel more of him against me but he tightens his grip on me so I can’t move.
“I think she likes to drive us both crazy,” Grayson responds.
“She does,” Asher agrees, his hand moving between my legs and I know he feels how wet I am. Especially when he groans, swiping his hand through my arousal and then lifting it right in front of my face. “Look how wet she is already.”
Grayson smiles. “Now I know this is payback.”
I lean forward, swiping my tongue up Asher’s finger to taste myself. He grips my hair roughly, yanking me back so hard I have to catch myself with my hands on the table. Even with the burn on my scalp, I smile while my arousal floods even more. I’m so wet I feel it dripping down my thighs.
"You guys are acting like I'm just your toy to play with or something.” I try to keep my voice even, but it comes out breathier than I intend.
“You like it.” Grayson winks.
“No, you fucking love it.” Asher pushes a finger into me and I cry out at the unexpected intrusion. Tightening around him, I moan when he curls and pumps. “I brought something for you.”
He removes his hand and lifts off me which has me protesting at the loss of his touch. I turn around to watch him pull something out of his back pocket and my breath catches.
“Do you know what this is?”
I nod.
“Did you forget how to use your words again?” he snaps.
“I know what it is.”
The silver butt plug has a red heart gem on the base of it. I never thought a sex toy could be cute, but it kind of is. And also intimidating. Asher steps closer to me and I stiffen.
“We can call it practice for when you take both of us in each of your tight little holes. How does that sound?”
I’m speechless, which is becoming a common occurrence for me apparently.
He leans closer again, the cold metal on the plug touching the back of my thigh, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“If it’s too much, tell me, got it?” His voice is softer and my shoulders drop with relaxation.
“I will,” I agree.
“Good girl. Open.”
Without thinking much about it, I face the screen, looking at Grayson as I drop open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Asher reaches around and sticks the toy into my mouth.
“Close.”
I do what he says, feeling odd with the object in my mouth, but I don’t have much time to think about it because I’m so focused on Grayson’s eyes on me and Asher standing behind me.
He’s kicking my legs apart and gripping my ass in both his hands, pulling the cheeks apart and I know he can see how wet I am.
It’s almost embarrassing the way my body responds to them.
All it takes is a simple touch, or some filthy words, and I’m practically putty.
“Fuck, bet you wish you could see how pretty she looks like this,” Asher groans.
“You wet for him, Sunshine? Does having your mouth full like that make you soaked?”
I nod, mumbling around the toy. Asher reaches around, taking it from my mouth, and I gasp for a deep breath because I feel like there’s not enough oxygen in the world.
“I wish you were here,” I plead.
“I know, Sunshine, trust me I do too. I want to see you bent over that table in person, not over this fucking screen.”
I look at the small screen where we’re reflected and see Asher collect spit into his mouth then lets it fall onto my ass. My mouth drops open in a silent gasp, but then he’s rubbing a finger against the tight bud, pushing the tip in and I mewl, circling my hips, wanting more.
“Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Grayson commands.
“He’s um, touching me,” I whine as Asher pushes his finger further into my ass. The feeling is so foreign, but also has me wishing he would touch my pussy at the same time.
“Where is he touching you?”
“My ass,” I whisper.
“How does it feel?”
Asher takes the opportunity to push another finger in alongside the first and I moan, the stretch starting to burn, but also my pussy is flooding. Who knew I was a masochist, because I sure didn’t.
“Tell me,” Grayson commands roughly, and I look up seeing he’s pulled out his cock and is slowly stroking it. I lick my lips at the visual.
“It hurt a little, but now it’s good, kind of. I just want more,” I complain.
“More? You want something filling up that sweet little pussy of yours?”
I nod enthusiastically.
“Patience is good for you,” Asher repeats the words I said to him earlier.
He pulls his fingers from me, but I don’t get a chance to breathe before he’s pushing in the plug. It’s not very big, probably one of the smallest sizes there is, but it’s still a little bigger around than his two fingers and I whimper as he pushes it all the way in.
“It’s in,” Asher says. “Tell Wheeler how it feels.”
“Full,” I moan.
“You can take more though, can’t you baby?” Grayson asks, his hand gripping the head of his cock.
“Of course she can. She wants us both. This body was made to take both of us wasn’t it?” Asher pushes my shirt up my back over my head, and I toss it to the side, letting out a small sound when my bare breasts hit the cool wood table.
I watch on the screen him pull his shirt off, and then he’s grabbing my hip with one hand and tangling my hair with his other. I hardly get to brace before he’s yanking me up by my hair as he sinks into me.
My loud moan fills the room as he fills me. I thought I was full before, but this is even more intense. He fully seats himself in me, and I struggle to catch my breath as I adjust to the feeling.
“Oh fuck, Sunshine,” Grayson groans. I can’t see him because my eyes are closed, and I have no idea what I look like but clearly he likes what he sees.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you could be tighter, good girl,” Asher grinds out. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking hard.”
“It’s so much,” I whine, but I don’t want this to stop. I want them to know I can take this. And once the new sensation shifts to something more, something better, I move against Asher.
“Tell me what you feel,” Grayson tells me.
“Everything,” I sigh. “The toy, Asher, your eyes on me. It’s—ah—so much,” I moan.
“Tell me,” he growls.
“Yeah, tell him,” Asher encourages. “Tell him how I’m fucking your cunt while your ass has this pretty little plug in it. Tell him how you’re squeezing me so tight like you never want me to leave your body. Tell him how badly you want us both.”
“I do, fuck, please, I want you both inside me it’s so much. It’s so good, fuck,” I cry. The pleasure mounting as Asher fucks me harder and I try to watch Grayson fucking himself while also seeing Asher behind me.
I’m overstimulated in the best way, and everything is too much all at once. I reach down to rub my clit, but Asher is quick to grab my wrist and pin it to the table next to me. I let out a loud yell out of protest.
“Ask permission to touch yourself,” he groans.
“Please, I’m almost there. You can touch me, just fucking please, “ I cry, completely out of my mind
“You’re so pretty when you beg for it,” Asher praises. “So desperate and so”—Thrust—“fucking”—Thrust—“ours.”
“Yes,” I cry loudly right before his hand is under me, and all it takes is a couple circles on my clit before my entire body is combusting with the most violent orgasm I’ve ever had.
I’m crying out, bucking and shaking. I don’t even know if I’m trying to get away from Asher and all the sensations he’s bringing out of my body or get closer to him.
“That’s it, Sunshine, let go for us,” Grayson encourages while the release completely consumes me.
As my body becomes boneless, I’m lifted up onto the table, sitting on the edge, the new angle making the plug move creating a new sensation that has me crying out again with how sensitive I am.
Asher wraps his arms around me, thrusting inside my pussy once again and I practically scream from how sensitive I still am.
I swear he may have just set off another smaller orgasm from filling me once again.
His lips hover over mine. “Let him see that pretty little ass of yours before one of us gets to fuck it for the first time.”
I moan, but it’s muffled by his mouth on mine as he kisses me as roughly as he fucks me.
I manage to wrap my legs around his waist, but I feel like I’m barely holding on for dear life as he fucks me so hard against this table.
I hear Grayson groan through the computer, the familiar sound of him coming.
Asher isn’t far behind, his mouth never leaving mine as his hips punch into me, and he groans, holding himself deep as he comes. We’re breathing into each other’s mouths, neither of us parting and Grayson doesn’t say anything; I almost wonder if he’s not there.
Our bodies separate, but Asher holds me closely as he addresses Grayson, “How’s that for payback?
“I fucking knew it, you ass—” He’s cut off when Asher shuts the computer. I shouldn’t laugh, but I love that they’re okay with sharing me even if they don’t necessarily get along.
“How do you feel?” he asks so gently I almost question if he’s feeling okay.
“Incredible.”
“Good, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I nod as he carries me toward the bathroom. My heart feels like it’s bursting in my chest, and I don’t know if it’s from the overwhelming sensation of everything that just happened or if Asher has really buried himself so deep into my soul that there’s no way he’s leaving.
Because I think it might be the second option, and that shouldn’t scare me in the way that it does. Because I can’t see my life without him in it, and I think he still plans on leaving. I just really hope he’s going to change his mind.