37. Rae
Rae
Asher backs away from me, and I try to catch my breath; I swear he has the ability to take it away so easily. I turn around slowly, and he has his phone out typing on it, and then tossing it on the entry table I have.
“He’ll be here soon,” he states simply.
“What do you mean?”
“Grayson.”
My open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
“You wanted a reward? You’re going to get it.”
“I-I’m not done yet, though,” I stutter.
“Better get working then, because you don’t want to keep us waiting.”
Shaking my head, I insist, “I can’t finish a song on command.”
“Time’s ticking, good girl.”
I can’t even deny the pressure he’s putting on me right now and the promise of a reward has me more motivated than ever.
And inspired. I do want to ask how he has Grayson’s number, but I remember put them in a group text to make my life easier.
It felt a little weird because I’m clearly still not used to our unique situation, but I have to get over that.
My skin is buzzing both in anticipation and creativity trying to pour out of me.
I get back to my piano and pick up where I left off.
Noah is writing his own verse, which he’s sent me samples of, along with a couple tweaks on the chorus.
I’m working on the bridge, and the way I want it to build is similar to that of an orgasm.
Anyone else may not get what I mean, but Noah got it exactly. I want it to start soft, focus lyrically, then add instruments fading in, until it becomes almost chaos as we hit the big note to close it out before moving into the final chorus.
I start out with the simple chords I was testing for the beginning, then getting louder, adding more in, trying to picture in my mind what it will sound when strings come in, percussion, a full orchestra.
It’s like I can feel it in my chest already, then I stop, the notes fade for a moment before I’m starting back up with the chords of the chorus.
At the end I’m smiling because that’s it.
That’s the melody. I set my phone up, and press record to play it through completely to send it to Noah.
I can’t bring myself to sing the lyrics since they aren’t done yet, and I know Asher is listening.
But I sing them in my mind while I play, putting every ounce of myself into this song.
Every desire, fear, feeling I have in my relationship with these men.
Everything is turned into the notes on this piano.
By the time I’m done, I press end and send it right away before I have a chance to over critique myself.
“Sounds pretty done to me, what do you think?” Asher asks, and I look over to see Grayson standing next to him, his hands in his sweatpants pockets.
He stands a couple inches taller than Asher; I rarely get to see them standing next to each other like this.
It’s already overwhelming, and feels like the temperature in here went up at least five degrees just from the way they’re looking at me.
“I think she definitely deserves a break,” Grayson answers. “What do you think, Sunshine?”
“I—Yeah, I mean, sure I could take a break.”
“Get naked,” Asher instructs calmly.
I look back toward the windows that surround this area of my house.
Realistically I know no one can see in, trees surround my property and if anyone was here my security would know it.
There’s cameras everywhere facing outside, and this house is the epitome of secure.
But knowing that someone has been watching me has me more on edge.
Grayson must notice my hesitation because he’s always been good at reading my mood and gives me a reassuring smile. “We want to see how beautiful you look naked, spread out on your piano.”
I look between the two of them. These two men that make my heart go crazy.
That make my brain go blank, and the desire to do what they want is overwhelming because I know that whatever they’re going to do will only benefit me.
Because this is all about me, and the center of everything they want to do is for me.
Asher nods his head toward me. “Off.”
I sit up on the bench, lifting my shirt up over my head, holding it out to the side to dramatically drop it onto the floor. The room feels quiet without music playing, and it only makes the heartbeat in my ears seem louder.
“More,” Asher says, voice dropping lower.
I hook my thumbs into my waistband, standing up to push my shorts down. The soft sound of the fabric hitting the ground practically echoes, but I’m sure it’s just in my mind.
“Sit down, spread your legs, feet on the bench,” Asher commands, and I have to let my mind catch up with his instructions because the blood is rushing to my ears, and I don’t know if I heard him correctly. Or if I’m capable of following any instructions right now with how turned on I am.
I do what he says, lifting my legs up onto the bench, leaning back to keep my balance, and hitting some keys that wouldn’t normally sound good together for a song.
But this is a different kind of music. I feel so incredibly exposed like this; my rapid breathing causes my chest to rise and fall, and despite a chill in the air there’s a bead of sweat on the back of my neck.
“Touch yourself, good girl. Get your pussy nice and wet for us,” Asher growls.
I smirk, sliding my hand down my body slowly, taking in each of their reactions. The way they’re both looking at me with so much fire has me close to overheating already. Asher looks ready to attack me. Grayson looks like he wants to hold me in his arms so tightly and never let go.
Both are so different, but similar in some ways as well.
This shouldn’t work, the three of us. None of this should make sense.
But it does.
My fingers move lower, moaning as soon as I make contact with my clit, already feeling how wet I am just from their eyes on me.
From the anticipation of what’s to come.
From the music I was playing because something about feeling it so deeply can have me like this.
Dipping my fingers lower to my entrance, and slipping my middle finger into myself, I let out a low hum at the sensation, pushing in even more, feeling my pussy suck my finger in, but I want more.
I need more.
Swirling my hips with a small hum, I try to get my own hand to feel better, but with the two pairs of eyes on me, and knowing that it would feel the best if it was their hands, or mouths, or cocks, that’s all I want right now.
“How does it feel, Sunshine?”
“Not enough,” I whimper.
“Tell us what you want,” Asher encourages. “Get your puppy dog to do what you want.”
“What if I want you both on your knees?” I question, slipping another finger into myself to try and get the pleasure I’m wanting from myself.
I take in their reaction. Grayson has a flash of humor and pride on his face. Asher raises his eyebrows and I know he’s thinking about my request; he’ll probably make me pay for it, but I don’t care. Because I want whatever he’s going to give me. The pain comes with pleasure, and it’s all worth it.
They both drop down to their knees on the wood floor, and I smile, removing my hand from myself.
“We didn’t say you could stop,” Grayson suddenly snaps, and I’m shocked it came from him, yet that makes it even better. My hand returns to my core and I continue touching myself, just barely because I really want them to take over. To do everything their eyes are promising.
“Crawl over here,” I tell them both, loving the sight as they drop down to their hands and knees, crawling over to me like animals stalking their prey.
And their prey is me.
When they reach me, kneeling right in front of me, Grayson watches my hand still lightly touching myself, and I swear I can see his mouth watering.
Asher looks up at me, hazel eyes flaring “You think you’re in charge here?”
“Aren’t I?”
They both smile up at me.
“Of course you are, Sunshine.”
“But don’t you like it when we are?” Asher hedges.
“If you want to think you’re in charge…” I spread my legs a little further, both of them looking directly at my pussy. I’m so wet the cool air hitting me causes a shiver. “Then act like it.”
They start to move, and I stop them with a single word. “Wait.”
They freeze, but are practically vibrating with their need and the sight is enough to let me know that I’ll always be in charge, the power rests solely in my hands at all times.
“Get naked,” I repeat Asher’s words to me, and they don’t waste any time stripping their clothes off like it’s a race.
The sight has me smiling as they do what I ask.
But then they’re revealing their toned bodies to me and nothing else matters.
I want to feel their skin on mine, under my fingers, my mouth.
Grayson is the first to take everything off, and he doesn’t waste any time, burying his face in between my legs. I throw my head back with a loud moan, gripping Grayson’s soft hair tightly in my fist. Asher is standing over me with his fingers tangled in mine as his mouth crashes down onto me.
He kisses me while Grayson kisses my pussy and the sensation of both of them has me feel like I’m floating. I want to touch them both, everywhere all at once. But I also don’t want to move from this spot and stop what they’re doing.
Grayson groans, the vibration runs through me, and I moan even louder into Asher’s mouth, which causes him to groan into mine and tighten his grip on my hair. I’m completely frozen here at their mercy and I don’t want to move.
When Grayson flicks his tongue against my clit quickly, then sucks it into his mouth, I buck up involuntarily. And when he pushes two of his thick fingers into me, I cry out at the pressure, so much better than mine.
“You going to come on his mouth, good girl?” Asher growls against my mouth.
I nod. Especially when he curls his fingers, rubbing against my inner walls and I feel the impending release already building.
I’m so wet, so desperate for more. I’m crying into Asher’s mouth, tugging at Grayson’s hair even harder as he continues what he’s doing, the perfect rhythm and pressure that has me combusting.
Asher takes his mouth off mine, and I feel him watching me as I cry out.
“Soak his mouth, make him clean you up,” Asher tells me through my release.
“So fucking good,” Grayson mumbles. I feel his tongue slick up my entire seam, licking me so completely I feel like I could come again just from the feeling.
“You ready?” Asher asks.
“R-ready?” I stutter.
Instead of answering he just smiles. I hope I am.