Chapter Sixty-Four
Tera
We settle into a routine pretty quickly. It’s like we’ve all been together for a lot longer than we have.
Sure we all argue sometimes. Trevor loses his temper and paces in the backyard. I panic and hide in the backyard. Max goes out there just to say he can do it too. Asher stands in the doorway and watches whichever one of us it is, patiently waiting for us to come back and face our demons.
We aren’t a happily ever after. We’re building our foundations so we can build higher together. Somehow, it feels more satisfying than riding off into the sunset.
I’ve been living with Trevor and Max for almost two months to the day. Trevor has finally relented in letting Asher move in. He can’t deny how smooth things run with Asher’s interference in everything, no matter how many times they butt heads.
I speed a little as I think about it. Tonight Asher is going to come home to me. I can finally say that out loud and have it be true. I have a surprise for him and I can’t contain it any longer. I’ve held out for months, choking on the words. He’ll be lucky if he makes it all the way through the front door before I’m screaming I love you at him.
I’m giddy and nervous as I park. He’s already home and inside. Max and Trevor won’t be home for another few hours.
I practically skip up the front walk to the door. Before I’m ready he already has it open with a wide grin that I return.
“Hi.”
“Welcome home, angel,” he tells me softly, drawing me into a hug that feels like the perfect end to a day.
“I’m supposed to say that,” I protest as I melt into him.
He pulls me over the threshold to give me a kiss that curls my toes in my shoes. I thought that was a myth.
“I have a present for you,” he mutters against my lips and kisses me again before I can respond.
“You do? What for?” I don’t even care what it is right this second. I want him to keep kissing me.
He pulls away from me with the biggest happy grin I’ve seen on him. He pulls his shirt off and shows me his tattoos.
He got the flower colored. It’s the same dark blue as his eyes, just like I pictured.
“I love you.”
Crap! I meant to say it’s beautiful. I didn’t even smile when I said it.
His grin wavers for a second before he slams into me, clutching me close as he ravages my mouth.
“I love you, angel. So fucking much.”
He draws back with a shaky breath. “Anniversary. Slow down.”
“Huh?” I try to pull him back into me but he gives me ‘the look’ and I straighten up.
“Max has been talking about our first night together like it’s a damn anniversary. He has some half-baked plan to take everyone out to dinner.”
“Oh no,” I whisper, arousal fading quickly. I’ve gotten a little better with eating but restaurants are still iffy.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “So I’m going to convince them we need a night in.”
“It’s Max. You’re going to need some heavy ammo for that.”
He gives me a devious grin. “I have that covered. Now, your present.”
“I thought the tattoo was my present?” I ask in surprise. “I meant to say it’s beautiful. It’s exactly like what I pictured.”
“No, the tattoo was your present to me,” he says absently and grabs a box off the couch.
He brings it to me as I try to figure out what he means. Then he opens the box to hold out for me to look.
My lips part in wonder at the collar. It’s one delicate curve of metal with a tiny hinge and a heart to lock it in place.
“I never showed you. I totally forgot,” I mutter.
“I didn’t,” he tells me grimly. “Andi figured out which one it was.”
I touch it reverently and glance up at him. “Will you put it on me?”
“Yes,” he says with a lot more force than I think is necessary. He acts like I’m going to say nevermind and walk out if he doesn’t hurry.
He tosses the box behind him and gently fits the collar to my neck. I hold my hair out of the way for him as he closes it.
“There,” he sighs and runs a finger over the metal. It’s cold but warming quickly with my body heat.
“The key?” I look behind him at the box and he puts his fingers to my chin, drawing my attention back to his chest. A tiny key rests at the hollow of his throat by a thin leather necklace.
“Thank you,” I bounce on my toes and crush him to me in a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now we need to get on with our plan derailing portion of the evening.”
“Ok,” I giggle as he takes my hand and starts pulling me into the spare room that I claimed when I first moved in. The room we’ll share now.
When he opens the door I stop as another surprise hits me. The room has been rearranged while I was at work. The bed is pressed into the far wall leaving the front half of the room empty except for one thing.
“What is that?”
He turns back and gives me a sexy smirk.
“Have you tried aerial yoga, angel?”
***
Asher has the best ideas. Hands down.
We started getting ready immediately and still barely make it in time for Trevor and Max to walk through the door.
“Yo, dinner!” Max calls out. “Let’s celebrate!”
I can barely hear him through the closed door. Asher locked it so he wouldn’t burst in and ruin the surprise. I’m so relaxed I don’t startle at his loud voice.
“Alright, angel,” Asher says softly in the raspy tone he got halfway through getting me ready. I’m so lucky he loves this because I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable in my own skin. He adjusts the support from the back of my neck down to just below my shoulder blades, changing the angle.
“Just stay relaxed and I’ll be back. Don’t worry about a thing.”
His lips press against mine gently and I sigh in response.
The door clicks shut softly and I lose track of their talking as Max starts whining about not going out to celebrate. My lips kick up in response. If he knew what was waiting in here for him he would keep his mouth shut.
I hang from the silky straps anchored in the ceiling, weightless, in bridge pose. One leg extended up in a tangle of soft fabric leaving the other to dangle down with my toes pointed to the floor. I don’t have to do anything to hold the position. My arms are tethered to my ankle to keep me steady.
Asher had me strip so he could start tying me immediately. We’ve played a little with the ropes. He thought he’d have to break me in gently with it but it feels so freeing to be tied up. I don’t think he understands how stabilizing I find it. There’s no room for stress when you’re bound tight and in the hands of someone that you trust.
He wrapped the breast harness first, the pressure of the tight bindings plumping my breasts. He added a third cord directly over my nipples. They rub with every movement in a way that gives constant stimulation instead of confining me. Then he did a tie I’m already in love with. An unchastity belt.
The ropes ride over my waist and come together like a thong. A knot is directly over my clit and it’s been slowly getting wetter the longer this has gone on. The two strands will part for easy access after the knot. It’s been a constant tease riding between my cheeks for an hour now.
After that it was positioning me where I would be the most comfortable and tying me in place with my hands close to my dangling ankle. With the aerial strap under my shoulders, my head has dropped back as I float in darkness.
The blindfold is for me specifically. Adding into the feeling of floating. I won’t know who is touching me when or where they will touch next.
I started out nervous and excited. Now I’m relaxed back, feeling like a goddess waiting to be served.
The door opens and I hear Max breathe out in awe. “Holy shit.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath that I know is Trevor.
Fingertips drift gently over my cheek and I turn my head.
“Color, angel.”
“Green,” I sigh and relax back again.
A hand runs across the tie over my nipples making my back arch so I can get more of the touch. I don’t have enough room to move with how I’m bound but I try.
Someone plays with the knot over my clit and I moan softly.
“It’s soaked,” Trevor says in his dark, pleased tone.
Fingers slide past the wet ropes guarding my lower lips to press inside.
“Fuck,” Max whispers. “That’s going to be tight as hell.”
A firm hand grips my jaw, turning my face to meet a hungry kiss. The intensity of it lets me know it’s Trevor as his tongue duels with mine. He nips my lower lip and licks across the sting.
“I like celebrating at home,” Max chuckles.
After that I’m lost to sensation instead of words.
Hot hands run over the skin that’s left bare. Nimble fingers pluck at ropes, squeezing my breasts higher. The binding over my nipples gets moved for lips and teeth to take its place. A hand grips my throat, holding me steady, and another runs up my inner thigh to grip my extended knee.
Hands, lips, tongues. Everywhere all at once while I lie back and bask in the attention.
Wicked fingers twist my nipple until I gasp.
“You like being tied up babygirl?”
“Yes, sir,” I sigh as he settles in at my lips giving me rough kisses and nips down the front of my throat.
The ties at my core get tested again, this time with slick lube to guide the way. Rough thrusts of fingers make me twist, the movement doing nothing but rubbing every rope into all my most vulnerable places.
“Top release, angel,” Asher warns me.
“Ok.”
The tie holding my upper body slowly drops away, lowering my head back even further. I swing for a moment, supported around my lower back and hips. And then my lips meet hot skin and I lick out.
A cock slides past my lips easily as hands grip my raised thigh to hold me steady for another to enter me with slow, smooth thrusts. The movement rocks me into the person in front in an easy sway that takes no effort. All I have to do is enjoy.
I lost track of who was where but the taste is Trevor. I recognize it immediately and relax my throat for his heavy thrusts. He jostles me, relying on whoever is below to hold me steady.
Max bottoms out inside me and slowly withdraws to drive back in. I recognize him too. After the first few thrusts they find a rhythm that swings me between them as if we’ve done this for years.
A hand strokes over my stomach, lips following after with reverent kisses.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel. I want you naked as soon as you come home every night.”
Trevor groans. “Yes. Good girl. Swallow me.”
“Bebé,” Max chokes and his pace increases.
The knot over my clit gets tapped in a rhythm that leaves me choking and spasming in my bindings.
“Oh fuck,” Max groans and begins slamming into me.
“Good,” Trevor gasps in a breath. “Harder Max.”
“Oh God.”
“Make them cum, angel,” Asher whispers with wicked delight.
The pressure over the knot becomes a steady rocking that has me sucking in my cheeks in a hard draw over Trevor and my inner walls spasming over Max as I cum. My stomach tightens as Max starts cursing and Trevor begins to thrust in his rough way.
“Swallow,” Trevor grits out as he goes deep and holds still, cumming while my throat works over him. He’s quick to pull back but leaves the head in my mouth to finish.
Max’s hold over my thigh has the muscle aching in the most delicious way as he moans his way through an orgasm, his pace breaking into stuttering thrusts.
They both back away from me, leaving me floating free.
A hand grips the rope over my pelvis and pulls it taught. I moan at the feeling. I’m soaked and the ropes have gotten slick. The knot over my clit isn’t staying still anymore, rubbing all over the sensitive bundle of nerves until I’m gasping again.
Asher slides inside, almost forcing his way in through the tight ropes. He doesn’t move his hips, drawing me towards him with the rope and pushing me away in a slow steady movement that has me whining as my muscles tense. His other hand massages the muscles in my calf as he trails kisses there.
I let out a sharp cry as an orgasm hits me.
“One,” Asher says in a strained tone.
Oh no. He’s counting.
“Please,” I moan.
“You know the rules, angel.”
When I don’t answer he starts pulling me back into him harder. My skin slaps against his in a steady rhythm that slowly builds into another orgasm that makes me spasm in place.
“Two.”
“How many are you going for?” Max asks weakly.
“We don’t stop until she soaks my dick.”
“Asher,” I choke as the movements get faster. My legs jerk in my restraints as the knot slides over me. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he tells me breathlessly.
I clench over him, my hips twisting.
“Don’t fight it, angel.”
I cry out over the next one and another follows quickly, leaving me breathless.
“I’ve got you, babygirl,” Trevor whispers, supporting my neck to lift me a little. The heat of his hand cradling me eases some of the tension as I spasm in place.
The tie over my nipples gets moved out of the way and a mouth engulfs a nipple to suck strongly.
I whimper, another orgasm slowly building inside. Asher grips my hip in one hand to hold me and flattens a hot palm over my pelvis as he starts driving inside me. The movements jostle me and Max leans back.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.”
“Give him what he wants babygirl,” Trevor says sternly.
“She will,” Asher grits and sucks in a hissing breath. “Almost there angel.”
My body loosens again, suddenly weightless and drifting.
“Good girl,” Trevor breathes out roughly against my ear.
A broad palm flattens over my stomach, close to Asher’s.
“I can fucking feel her tensing up,” Max says in awe.
My inner walls start trembling and Asher moans.
“There it is. Come on angel. One more.”
I can’t help the sounds he wrings out of me as he plays my body like an instrument made just for him. My breathing gets choppy as my muscles start randomly spasming.
“Fuck,” Trevor mutters.
“Give it to me. That’s it,” Asher pants and slams into me roughly, biting into my calf as I shake.
I suck in a breath and then it’s there. The rolling orgasm that yanks my body out of my control as I scream until my voice breaks.
“Fuck,” Asher chokes and his erection kicks inside me as he struggles to keep going.
My body goes limp as my mind floats free. Hands stroke over me, settling jumping skin and rubbing aching muscles. The bindings unravel from me slowly and yet I blink and they’re gone.
Someone lays me in bed and several arms rearrange me to be comfortable. A cloth wipes me down and a hot towel is pressed against my core. An Asher trick that I’ve fallen in love with.
“I love you,” I mutter out weakly.
“I love you, too,” gets returned in three different voices.
I sigh happily, drifting off.
“Are you saying you do this every time you guys fuck?” Max asks incredulously.
***
A text startles me awake. I’m disoriented as I try to sit up. Asher is pressed with his back against the wall on one side. Trevor has me boxed in on the other. Max is lying at our feet. I’m stuck.
They’re all passed out and I have no idea what time it is.
I feel like it’s a brand-new day with my options wide open.
When I finally struggle my way out of the blanket cocoon they have me wrapped in I know option one is going to be a soak in a hot bath.
The alert goes off again and I reach over Trevor to find my phone and see who it is. No one texts me this early anymore.
Southie: He left to get a coffee. Bring him his car back.
I gasp as my eyes widen.
It really is a brand-new day.
“Yes!”