Chapter 16 Ash #2
"Bend over for my father," Teague says against my ear. "Keep giving him what he wants."
I bend at the waist as Boone's hand guides me back to his cock and I take him in my mouth again, deeper this time because the angle is different.
Behind me, Teague pulls my jeans and boxers down past my hips.
I hear the click of a cap and then his fingers are there, pressing into me while I'm bent between them with Boone in my throat and Teague opening me up from behind.
The amount of lube around the house and in these men’s pockets should alarm me.
"You know what I was thinking," Teague says while he works a second finger in, his voice conversational, like we're discussing what to have for lunch tomorrow.
"We spend a lot of time getting you prepped.
Not that I mind, because watching you squirm while I work you open is genuinely one of my favorite activities.
But practically speaking, Sunshine, there's a more efficient approach. "
I moan around Boone, his hips shifting forward, pushing deeper into my mouth.
"Slow, Dove," Boone says above me. "Breathe through your nose."
I breathe and take him deeper as Teague adds a third finger and crooks them, my knees almost buckling. Boone grips my hair gently and tilts my face up just enough to see my eyes. "Have you done this before? A plug."
I pull off him, a string of spit connecting my lip to his cock. "Not really. Marcus had one but he never, it wasn't—"
"Not like this," Teague says behind me, his fingers still moving inside me with careful, thorough strokes.
"This one will be meant to keep you full of us.
To keep you ready so that any time any one of us wants you, we don't have to spend as much time warming you up.
You'd just be there. Open. Waiting." He twists his fingers and presses against the spot that makes me see white. "How does that sound?"
The sound I make is my answer, Teague laughing softly against my back as he withdraws his fingers. A second later, the blunt head of his cock presses against me and slides in and I drop my forehead against Boone's thigh and groan.
"Back on me, Dove," Boone says, his hand guiding my mouth back to his cock.
I'm bent between them, Boone filling my mouth and Teague filling me from behind, the dual sensation overwhelming in a way that wipes Marcus's voice out of my head completely.
Teague sets a steady rhythm that pushes me forward onto Boone with every thrust, though Boone's hand in my hair controls the depth, keeping me from choking, pulling me back when I take too much.
"God, you should see yourself right now," Teague says, his hands tight on my hips. "Bent over my father, taking a cock from both ends. You're fucking beautiful, Sunshine."
"Language," Boone says, but there's no heat in it, his hips are rocking up to meet my mouth.
"That is language, Dad. Very descriptive language. Ash, you feel incredible, do you know that? You're so tight around me and you're taking him so deep and I swear to god—"
The office phone rings on the desk. Boone glances at it. Teague reaches past me and picks it up with his free hand, still buried inside me, still moving.
"Hello?" Teague says, slightly out of breath but grinning. "No, he's busy right now. Can I take a message?" He listens for a second, his hips never stopping, and then says, "Sure, I'll let him know. Have a good night." He hangs up and laughs. "Feed supplier. Confirming delivery for Thursday."
"You're unbelievable," I gasp, pulling off Boone long enough to speak.
"I'm efficient. Back to work, Sunshine."
Teague's pace picks up as his hand slides around my hip and wraps around my cock until I'm caught between three points of sensation.
"Teague, I'm going to—"
"Not yet. Wait for me." His voice has gone rougher, losing the conversational ease, his thrusts picking up pace. "Dad, how close are you?"
"Close," Boone says, and even that one word is strained. "Ash, swallow what you can."
Teague comes first with a groan that I feel vibrate through his chest against my back, the pulse of him finishing inside me triggering my own orgasm so hard my vision goes white.
Boone follows a second later, his hand tight in my hair, and I try to swallow but there's too much and I'm shaking too hard.
It spills out of my mouth and down my chin, onto my shirt and Boone's thigh.
Teague pulls out slowly, something smooth and cool pressing against me and sliding in where he just was, the plug filling me and holding everything inside. My legs choose that moment to buckle, Teague catching me around the waist.
"Easy, Sunshine. I've got you."
God, I feel so... full.
Teague pulls my jeans up and fastens them as Boone tucks himself away and wipes his thigh with a cloth from the desk drawer.
I'm standing between them on legs made of water, trembling, full of Teague's cum held in by the plug, Boone's release drying on my chin and the collar of my shirt.
My face is burning and I'm wrecked and I can feel the plug shift inside me every time I breathe.
"Now," Teague says as I twist to look at him, the grin back at full wattage. "Here's what happens next."
Confusion wars with curiosity as I glance back at Boone and then return my attention to Teague. "I'm scared of what happens next."
"You should be. It's called the midnight game."
"The what?"
"It's a tradition." Teague straightens my shirt collar, which does nothing to hide the mess on it. "When we share someone, the last thing before bed, they go say goodnight to each of us. Individually. Whatever that looks like."
"Whatever that looks like?" My heart rate kicks up as my imagination goes wild. I can only imagine what Cass would do and Ledger...
Teague merely shrugs. "Could be a kiss. Could be more. Up to you and whoever you're saying goodnight to."
Boone sighs from the chair, running a hand down his face. "My sons invented this asinine game when they were twenty and they've been inflicting it on people ever since."
"It's not asinine, it's romantic," Teague says.
"It's an excuse for competitive escalation."
"It's a tradition."
I look between them. "You want me to walk around the house like this? With your cum on my shirt and a plug in my ass?"
"That's the idea, Dove," Boone says, his own smile creeping onto his face. He seems rather proud that I’m covered in his mess. I can’t say I hate it.
"Before you go," Teague says, his face shifting to something more serious.
"We're adding to your word. Meridian still means full stop, same as before. But, I want to make sure we’re truly working within your limits and comforts.
Green means you're good. Yellow means ease up, slow down, something's off but you don't want to stop completely.
Red means stop, same weight as Meridian. "
I’m not sure why I need all of this. "Why do I need both?"
"Because sometimes you don't need the emergency brake. Sometimes you just need us to shift gears." He holds my eyes. "What's your color right now, Ash?"
"Green." I shift my weight and the plug moves inside me, heat rolling up my spine as I grip the edge of the desk.
"I'm just, there's a lot happening. I've got both of you inside me right now, technically, and Boone's cum is all over my face and you want me to go walk around the house and say goodnight to your brothers looking like this. "
"That's a situation report, sunshine. Not a color."
"Green. I'm green."
"Good." Teague pats my hip and steps back. "You've got your colors. Go find Ledger first. He's the least likely to comment on the state of you, which I'm guessing you'll appreciate."
"I hate both of you," I mutter, but I'm already walking toward the door, the plug shifting with every step, Boone's release drying on my skin. I must be crazy because the anticipation of playing this game is overriding any rational thoughts.