26. Erik

Chapter twenty-six

Erik

Two months later

T aking over as the head of a major organization was no cake walk, and somehow, three of us were smack in the middle of it. I could swear, we were like ships passing in the night now. Grace, Anders, and I were busy, on the phone all hours of the day and night, maybe spotting each other at a distance once or twice a day when one of us wandered into the kitchen for something to eat. Jesse and Levy flitted between the three of us, helping out whenever they could, but most of the time they were at the beach or the pool as Jesse taught Levy how to swim.

Somehow, all of us were finally under the same roof again, and we saw each other even less than before. It was frustrating, to say the least. I missed my Angel and Jesse. Levy was coming out of his shell more and more lately, visible more often than not. He was even letting his hair grow out, and I thought he looked sexy with his floppy black hair. Hell, I even missed Anders .

Maybe I was working too much.

I groaned and checked the time on my phone. It was 7 pm on a Friday night, why was I still in my office? Throwing open the door, I headed toward the living room where Grace was normally camped out with her laptop and her phone, but it was empty. Frowning, I headed upstairs instead to check Grace’s room, but it was empty as well. I checked Jesse’s room next, and it was also deserted. Where the fuck was everybody? Did they all go out and leave me behind?

Grumbling a little, I knocked on Anders’ door and walked inside, finding him at his desk. Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who’d been abandoned. “Hey, where is everyone?” I asked. He sighed and looked up from his laptop, scanning me briefly with a small frown.

“Levy said something about their project downstairs. I wasn’t listening,” he confessed, looking back at his laptop.

That fucking project again, hm? A few weeks back, Levy and Jesse had taken over the guest room downstairs, even going so far as covering the secret window so we couldn’t see what they were working on in there. I’d sort of forgotten about it, my curiosity waylaid by all the work I’ve had to do.

“And Grace?” I asked, rolling my eyes as Anders’ lips pulled down in annoyance, not bothering to look up this time.

“What about Grace?” he asked absently, continuing to type.

“Do you know where she is?” I snapped, and he sighed and shut his laptop, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I don’t. Let’s go check if she’s in the clubhouse with them,” he replied sharply, and I smirked as he stood and brushed past me, forcing me to follow at his heels.

We tromped downstairs, listening as voices filtered out of the guest room, the door firmly shut with a ridiculous Fun Only Clubhouse sign someone clearly handwrote tapped to it, and a No Work Beyond This Point sign someone else made tapped underneath. Jesus, were we twelve again? Three of us had gotten massive responsibilities dumped on top of us and the other two decided to regress back to childhood. Unbelievable.

“Higher I think,” Levy’s voice carried toward us. What the hell, were they playing with legos or something? Anders scowled and rapped on the door sharply, crossing his arms over his chest as we waited.

The door cracked open, and Levy’s face appeared, glancing at us both. “Password?” he asked in a goofy voice.

“Don’t fucking test me,” I snapped back, and Levy rolled his eyes.

“Phones in the basket, no work allowed beyond this point,” he told us, dropping his voice. I muttered something about finding a babysitter for the children in this house and tossed my phone in the little basket beside the door. Anders grimaced but did the same, and Levy smirked and stepped back, letting us inside.

“What the-” My eyes widened as I stepped inside the transformed room. They’d painted, making the walls a dark, sultry purple. The old furniture was gone, and had been replaced with a couple of arm chairs, a little bar cart, and… well, I had no clue what some of the things were but I assumed they were for sex, the way Anders teeth ground together. But that was nothing compared to what was in the center of the room. A series of hooks and anchors were installed in the ceiling— which explained the horrific drilling I’d put up with last week—and thin red ropes hung from them .

Grace, my beautiful, sexy Angel, was suspended above the ground as if floating. Her arms and shoulders were bound underneath her, and her head was tipped back, her hair cascading like a golden waterfall toward the floor. More ropes around her waist and hips forced a beautiful arch in her back, and one of her legs was suspended straight up in the air like a dancer. Her other leg was bent, her calf pinned to her thigh, and forced out at an angle so everything was on display.

Jesse shoved a glass of whiskey in my hands, grinning like the devil himself. And he was the devil—a devil who’d trapped an angel. I took a gulp of whiskey, my pants uncomfortably tight all of a sudden as my eyes roved over Grace’s suspended form.

“You’re very quiet. You don’t like it?” Grace asked softly, trying to twist to see us, but she was perfectly trapped in this sinful little net. Jesse brought a second drink to Anders, who hadn’t so much as breathed since we walked in. He took it from Jesse and knocked it back in one shot, unable to take his eyes off Grace. Right… this was his thing, I’d forgotten about the ropes. Well, I couldn’t say I’d ever considered them before today, but now… now I was a big fan.

“Angel, you look…” I struggled to find the words, and Jesse sidled up in front of me and started to unbutton my shirt, his thigh brushing against my erection as a smirk played over his lips. He had healed up well, the scar over his eye fading with every passing day. If anything, it added a wildness to his beauty, making him look a little dangerous.

“How did you do all this?” I asked him, and he glanced over at Levy, who was staring at Anders as he approached Grace tentatively, his fingers reaching out to brush the ropes suspending her .

“We stole a couple of Anders’ books and we learned while you all were busy,” Jesse explained. “Princess wanted a place to play; she thought we needed a space where we could just be together, no work.” He slid my shirt off my shoulders, taking my glass out of my hand so I could pull it off completely and toss it on the floor.

“So you built a sex dungeon,” I mused out loud, and Levy made an indignant sound.

“ Clubhouse , didn’t you read the sign?” he replied sharply, and Grace giggled, her hair swishing through the air.

“Good tension, and you picked a good quality rope,” Anders murmured, circling Grace slowly, his fingers brushing over her skin and making her shiver.

Fuck me, it was hot in here. I downed the rest of my whiskey, and Jesse took the glass out of my hands, setting it down quickly before returning and grabbing my arm, dragging me over to one of the armchairs facing Grace. He shoved me down roughly and backed up, returning to her side.

Anders was circling her like a shark, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt untucked as he examined every part of her. “Well, Sir?” Levy asked softly, watching him. Anders met his gaze, a dangerous glint in his gold eyes.

“Pants off, on your knees beside Grace’s head, where she can see you,” he ordered, his voice dropping into a tone I had never heard from him before. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Levy didn’t hesitate, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his hips as he moved up beside Grace, meeting her eyes with a secret smile between the two of them. Discarding his pants and his underwear, he knelt down next to her, his hands going behind his back.

So, this is what they did behind closed doors. Interesting .

“Jesse, do you have more rope?” Anders signed, and Jesse nodded, going over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room and pulling out a small bundle of red rope. He tossed it to Anders, and he made quick work of it, binding Levy’s arms behind his back. “Perfect,” Anders murmured, stroking his hand through Levy’s hair once, before gripping the back of his head and jerking it forward, pressing Levy’s face into his crotch. Grace let out a soft sound that went straight to my cock, and when Anders finally released Levy, I realized that he was hard as well.

The tension in the room was stifling, and I leaned back in my chair, my hands going to unbutton my pants to relieve some of the tension. Anders came over and smirked, sitting down in the chair next to me. Jesse was at our sides in a heartbeat, bearing glasses of whiskey. I accepted, and Anders nodded, settling back in his chair. For a moment, no one moved or spoke, and then Anders finally made his move.

“Jesse, tease them. No orgasms though,” he ordered, and Jesse smirked, stepping back as he gathered up his hair, tying it in a knot on top of his head. This was something completely new for me and for Jesse, but he took to it like he’d taken to the ocean. His shirt was pulled off and tossed over in the corner as he strode toward the two bound figures.

He trailed his fingers across Levy’s jaw, Levy’s lips parting as he leaned into Jesse’s touch. Jesse shifted until he was in front of Grace’s upside-down face, kneeling so their heads were level. I sipped my whiskey as Jesse cupped the back of her head and dragged her in for a kiss. My best friend was the best kisser I’d ever encountered, and we all watched with rapt attention as Grace arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping her as he finally released her and began kissing up her neck, licking and nipping at the exposed skin as he worked his way up to her collar bone, standing and continuing upward until he reached her breasts.

“Want to see a neat trick?” Anders whispered, and I glanced at him in surprise, nodding when I saw his sly little grin. He flicked his wrist, and Levy groaned, arching back with a shudder. His cock grew before our eyes, bobbing up against his stomach as he panted, his eyes half-closed. “All in the blood flow,” he explained, and my eyes widened as a surge of heat shot down my spine, my hand flying down to my lap as my own dick surged to life, suddenly painfully hard.

“Fuck, that’s some trick.” I swallowed thickly, pressing my palm down to soothe the intense erection now threatening to rip a hole in my boxers.

“Grace enjoys it too,” Anders explained, and Grace suddenly cried out as Jesse captured one of her nipples in his mouth. My spot afforded me the perfect view between her legs, and I groaned as arousal gathered between her thighs, watching her wriggle as the ropes kept her exposed and unable to get any friction to soothe the ache.

Jesse released Grace after a moment, leaving her panting softly as he stepped back and tugged his shorts down, exposing his cock. He shot me a wink that had me aching, and I swallowed the rest of my whiskey and shimmied my pants down my hips to ease the pressure off my dick.

“Give her a taste,” I told Jesse. He fisted his cock, pumping it as he grinned at me. Grace and Levy were both staring as he stroked himself, Levy’s pupils blown with lust.

“Kitten, open your mouth,” Anders ordered, and her lips parted, her tongue poking out as Jesse smirked and shifted closer to her. He slid his cock across her waiting tongue, and past her lips, sinking deep into her mouth as a growl worked its way up his throat. Jesse buried himself in her, and she squirmed, whimpering around his length as he dragged himself out, letting her catch her breath before sinking back into her, his hands going to her breasts, kneading them roughly as he thrust in and out.

Jesse finally slid out and Grace gasped, her head falling back, her chest heaving, the arousal dripping down her glistening slit as she struggled in her bonds. It was sinful, and I fucking loved it. I slouched in my chair, palming my cock as I watched Jesse turn to Levy, stroking his slick length as he approached him like a predator. Levy’s lips parted just like Grace’s had, and Grace whimpered as Levy swallowed Jesse down, his face shoved against Jesse’s stomach as his throat worked, taking every inch of my best friend.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, squeezing myself roughly so I didn’t blow my load like an inexperienced teenager. Anders chuckled beside me, his eyes glinting in the light as he sipped his whiskey.

“Go try them out.” He smirked, and I surged to my feet, not needing to be told twice. I kicked off my pants and strode over to where Jesse was choking Levy with his cock, I grabbed his hair and turned his head so I could kiss him, all tongue and teeth as he groaned into my mouth. He drew out of Levy abruptly, a trail of saliva hanging off the tip of his cock as Levy panted, hard and leaking as he stared up at us, his lips red and swollen. A small smile quirked in the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth wide, his tongue out as he gazed at me with hooded eyes.

“You think you can handle me, Ghost?” I rasped, stroking my cock as I stepped closer. “I’ll see which of you takes me better.” I smiled, looking between him and Grace, her hair swaying as she twisted to watch, eyes wide and cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.

My hand came down to stroke Levy’s floppy hair, smoothing it back so I could see his eyes as I dragged the tip of my dick over his tongue, testing the waters. Levy moaned when my piercing ran across the roof of his mouth, and I sank into him with a sigh, my hips bucking as he took me all the way back.

“Jesus, you feel so good, Ghost,” I groaned. He pressed his nose into my pubic bone, his throat strangling me as he swallowed around me. “Fuck!” I pulled out with a wet pop, and he grinned, licking his lips salaciously. I chuckled and shook my head, turning to see Grace watching me as Jesse teased her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples as she writhed as much as the bindings would allow. “And you, my trapped little Angel,” I growled, advancing on her.

“Please,” she whined, her lips parting as I brought my tip up to bump against them, her tongue snaking out and running up the slit, flicking the barbell lightly, teasingly.

“Not so Angelic after all, hey?” I murmured and slid into her mouth. My hands ran up and down her beautiful neck as she hollowed her cheeks and dragged a ragged moan out of me with her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up. I thrust into her mouth a few times, slowly, much too slow, and she whined and wriggled. “I think she needs some more,” I told Jesse, and he smirked and pulled out of Levy’s mouth, pulling him up by his throat and dragging him toward Grace’s legs.

I stepped back, leaving Grace empty, her eyes shining with lust as she breathed hard. I bent down and pressed my mouth to hers, tracing her swollen lips with my tongue until she whimpered. “How much teasing can you handle?” I asked her softly, and she bit her lip as Jesse pushed Levy down on his knees between her legs. “If you’re a very good girl, we’ll let you come, won’t we?” I smirked at Anders, who was sipping his drink and enjoying the show.

I stood and walked back to join Jesse, who was running his hand up and down Grace’s suspended leg, making her shiver. Levy was staring up at her shining lips like they were the holy grail. She was so turned on she was dripping on the floor now, and the sight drove me crazy. “Should we take turns filling her up?” I asked roughly, signing to Jesse.

“Levy can clean her up after each round,” Anders added, and my cock twitched against my stomach.

Oh, now we were fucking talking.