Chapter 31 Ash #2
Ledger lines up and pushes into me in one steady press.
The fullness combined with the lube's relentless warmth is so intense that the sound I make comes from somewhere primal, wrecked and raw, a sound I don't recognize as mine.
Teague's hand tightens on my jaw, holding me steady while Ledger seats himself fully inside me.
His thrusts are deep, ones that press against the spot the lube has been working on for the last several minutes, each thrust amplified tenfold by the chemical heat until I can't distinguish where friction ends and the pulsing warmth begins.
Cass' hand keeps stroking my cock in time with Ledger's rhythm, his thumb dragging through the slickness on every upstroke.
Teague pulls out of my mouth, his hand still cupping my jaw, and finishes across my chest. The hot streaks land on my chest, my ribs, and the hollow of my stomach.
I look down at myself through glazed eyes.
The sight of his cum on my skin while I'm tied down and stuffed full of Ledger makes something possessive flare in my chest. My bound hands flex against the ropes, wanting to touch it, wanting to rub it in, wanting to wear it.
"You want to touch it," Cass says beside me, reading my face the way he always does.
He lets go of my cock and drags his fingers through the mess on my chest, spreading it across my ribs in a slow deliberate smear, rubbing it into my skin.
The act of being marked, of having it worked into me while I can't move, makes my cock pulse against my stomach.
Cass shifts up the bed, replacing Teague at my shoulder.
He feeds himself past my lips. The stretch is different from Teague, thicker.
I moan around him as Ledger's pace builds between my legs.
Cass' hand settles in my hair, remembering to not push.
He lets me set the depth, letting me take what I can while Ledger drives into me.
Cass pulls back to let me breathe and I gasp, my chest heaving.
Ledger shifts his angle, pulling my hips higher, searching for deeper, the new position catching something wrong.
A spot the lube has been working on for too long, the nerve endings raw, oversensitized, sparking with a heat that's tipped past pleasure into something sharp.
"Yellow," I cry out. My voice cracks on the word.
Everything adjusts. Ledger slows immediately, easing his angle, his hand rubbing my hip in calm circles. Cass' hand stills in my hair as Teague appears at my side, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.
"Talk to me," Ledger says, his voice steady, his hips motionless inside me.
"The angle. The lube made everything so sensitive and that spot is too raw, it's too much right there." I breathe through the sensation, feeling it pulse and fade as Ledger holds still. "Just there. Everything else is good."
Ledger shifts, pulling back slightly, adjusting the tilt of my hips. He presses in again, finding a different angle that avoids the raw spot. Warmth instead of sharpness spreads through me and I exhale.
"There?" he asks.
"Better, that's—"
The lube pulses again. It's been building during the pause, the chemical heat compounding with nowhere to go, and it hits the over sensitized spot even without direct pressure.
The spike is so fast and so sharp that my whole body flinches, my wrists jerking against the ropes, my legs trying to close against the ankle restraints.
The rope catches me at every point, holds me open, holds me still, and the inability to protect myself from the sensation tips me over the edge from discomfort into something I can't ride through.
"Meridian."
The room goes still.
Ledger pulls out. Cass's hand leaves my hair.
The absence of everything is so sudden and so total that the only sound in the room is my own breathing, ragged, fast, loud in the silence.
Then they start to move, Ledger at my right wrist, working the knot free.
Teague is at my left and Cass at my ankles, untying each one with a gentleness that contradicts his size, his thumb tracing the rope marks circling my skin as the bindings fall away.
Within ten seconds, I'm unbound. My limbs are free and my body curls instinctively onto my side, my knees drawing up.
A warm wet cloth appears against my skin, Teague between my legs, wiping away the stimulating lube with careful strokes.
The relief is immediate, the chemical heat fading as the substance is cleaned away, the sharpness dulling to a low residual throb.
"I'm sorry," I start.
"No." Cass is behind me, pulling me against his chest, his arm around my ribs. "That word is off limits right now. You used your system. That's what it's for."
I press my face into the pillow and breathe.
The panic I braced for isn't coming. There's no silence.
No cold shoulder. No one turning away, reaching for their phone, and making me feel like I broke something by having a limit.
Cass is holding me. Teague is tending to me.
Ledger is sitting at the edge of the bed with his hand on my calf.
Nothing broke. I said the word and the world kept turning. It just paused.
"It wasn't all of it," I say into the pillow. "Not like that. The angle was wrong with the lube. But the rest of it was really good."
Teague drapes the cloth over the nightstand and stretches out in front of me, his face level with mine. "You want to keep going."
"Can we? Just different. No restraints. No lube. Just you."
"Always." He reaches for the regular lube on the nightstand and holds it up so I can see the label, the normal kind, no tricks. "How do you want it?"
I uncurl from my side and roll onto my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress, my cheek turned toward Teague. The position feels safe, contained, the mattress solid beneath my whole body. "Like this."
Ledger moves behind me. His hand runs down my spine, slow, a question asked through touch.
I press back against his palm in answer.
He slicks himself with the regular lube before pressing against me and pushes in, the angle on my stomach completely different from before.
The pressure distributes across a wider area, the depth controlled by the mattress beneath me.
"There," I breathe into the pillow. "Right there."
He starts to move. Slow at first, reading me through the sounds I make, through the tension in my shoulders, through the way my fingers curl into the sheet.
His pace builds gradually, his hand warm on my lower back, his hips rolling in deep strokes that find the places the lube never reached, the ones that are purely him, purely friction, purely the feeling of a man inside me who's paying attention to every breath I take.
Cass lies beside me, his hand finding my jaw, turning my face toward his. He kisses me while Ledger works me from behind, his tongue slow against mine, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone.
Teague's hand slides beneath my hips, wrapping around my cock, stroking in time with Ledger's rhythm. The sensation builds cleanly this time, just bodies and warmth, just the feeling of three men touching me at once with nothing between us but skin.
This time as I get closer to the edge, it feels like floating.
My eyes stay half-open. I can see Cass beside me, the green in his hazel irises, the way his mouth moves when he whispers my name.
I can feel Ledger behind me, the rhythm of his hips, the press of his hand against my spine.
Teague's fingers around me, the calluses on his palm pressed against me.
Everything is there, every detail, every sensation, but it's been dipped in what feels like gold.
The colors are warmer. The sounds are softer.
I'm lying in the center of something luminous, touching the bottom with my toes, the water carrying my weight instead of pulling me under.
"He's floating," Teague says softly, his hand never stopping. "Look at his eyes."
"Still with us, gorgeous?" Cass murmurs against my mouth.
"I'm here." My voice comes from somewhere far, my words slurring a little. "I can feel everything. It's just quiet. Everything is so quiet."
"Stay right there," Ledger says behind me, his rhythm unchanged. "That's where you belong."
I float in the warm gold while they hold me, Ledger pushing me gently toward the edge, Teague's hand guiding me closer, Cass's mouth whispering against my jaw.
The orgasm doesn't crash. It arrives slowly, spreading through my body in a wave that starts at the base of my spine and rolls outward until I'm pulsing into Teague's fist with a sound that comes from the floating place.
Ledger follows with a groan against my shoulder.
Cass' mouth catches mine and holds the last of my sounds between us.
I stay in the headspace for a long time after.
The room quiets. Ledger pulls out carefully, his hand still on my back.
Teague cleans me up with the gentleness I've come to expect from him.
Cass hasn't moved from beside me, his breathing slow, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm my body matches without trying.
"That was different," I say, my voice still carrying the honeyed quality. "I didn't go under. I stayed."
"You floated," Teague says, his fingers in my hair. "Your eyes were open the whole time."
"It felt like swimming in light.”
Ledger gathers me against his chest as Cass and Teague change the sheets, my lids already slipping closed. I just hum into Ledger’s skin before I’m laid back down, these men gathering around me.