Chapter 50

Reece

At first, I declined to spend the night alone with Asher. But Sawyer pulled me close and told me about how he and Asher discussed my staying over while they fucked the night before.

"It makes me hard knowing what he'll be doing to you all night long," he said before he kissed me goodbye.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

He didn't answer, and I didn't push it.

So, here I am, in Asher and Sawyer's bedroom with an overnight bag. Asher is in the shower, and I decide a dozen times to just go in there and join him. One time, I make it to the door. Another time, my hand is actually on the handle about to turn. But each time, I back away. I'm not that brave. Either that, or I'm incredibly stupid.

Asher exits the bathroom. To my surprise, he's fully clothed. It's disappointing, but also . . . it feels normal. Like we don't have to be walking around naked with boners every time we're in each other's presence.

It feels almost like when I watch him with Sawyer. They're settled in each other. They can fuck whenever they want. And sometimes maybe they don't feel like it. Maybe sometimes it's hard and rough and desperate. And other times it's tender and unhurried. And maybe other times it's boring.

That's how I want to be with them. Individually or together, I want it to be normal. Boring, sometimes. I want the settledness that they have.

Asher pulls me into his arms. His hands settle on my waist. "Are you nervous?" he asks. "That it's just us?"

I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, so I nod. Then, clearing my throat, I try again, "A little. Are you and Sawyer really okay with it being just the two of us?"

He grins. "Why? Are you going to steal me away from him?"

I laugh. "Be serious, Ash."

"What are you really asking me, Reece?"

"I feel like I'm taking something away from Sawyer."

"You're not."

"I feel like I don't deserve this."

"You do."

I laugh again. "Stop that."

"Are you worried it'll feel too good? That it'll feel like the old days and we'll forget about Sawyer?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Sawyer is my husband, Reece. He's as important to me as you were then. He's as important to me as you are now. I told you the first time I touched you. I can never give him up. I love him with everything in me. I'll love him until the day I die. But I also know that I want you and will continue to want you for the rest of my life. When it's just the two of us, or you and Sawyer, or me and Sawyer, or all of us together, each of us is wanted equally here."

"I know. Thank you."

"Sawyer can go away for the night and leave us alone because he understands this. His confidence in my love for him might shock you. I won't hurt him or be careless with his love for me . . . or for you."

My eyes fly up to Asher's.

He gives me a soft smile. "My husband is so in love with you, Reece."

"I – I feel the same way about him," I say on a shaky breath.

"I hope you'll tell him soon."

I nod sharply. "I will."

He brings his lips to mine. "Sawyer is going to be so disappointed, but I don't want to desecrate your ass tonight."

I groan. "I will be too."

He chuckles. "In some ways, you haven't changed a bit." Then, after a gentle kiss to my forehead, he says, "Let me make love to you, Reece. Let me take my time with you. Let go for me tonight, beautiful. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes." My body trembles. Yes. I can do that for him. I'll do anything for him.

He leads me to the bed, dropping onto it, and pulls me between his legs. He runs his palms up the back of my thighs, further up to palm my ass. Burying his face in my lower stomach, he lifts my t-shirt and kisses me tenderly there. My muscles tense up, my belly rolling with pleasure. I weave my fingers through his hair. I love him so much. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes. I love him so much more now than I ever did then. I would give up everything for him. For them.

"Asher," I whisper into the dim room.

"I'm right here, beautiful." His words tickle my stomach.

I drop to my knees between his legs. In this new position, we're eye to eye. "Thank you for everything you've given me," I tell him earnestly. Does he believe me? Will he know how far my gratitude reaches?

"And thank you for Sawyer too," I say.

He smiles, rubbing my cheekbone. "You were meant to be here with us."

"Make love to me, Asher."

He takes my face between his palms, kissing me. I kiss him back, holding his face reverently between my palms. The lustful neediness from times past hangs back for a moment while I explore Asher's mouth as if this is the first time I'm kissing him.

He pulls me even closer, leaving my mouth to brush kisses on my cheek, up to my temple, my forehead. Down to the tip of my nose and back to my lips.

Then, he pulls me up to straddle his lap. I go willingly. So eager for him. Like this, I'm a head above him. He lifts his face to maintain the kiss and I love being over him like this. Like . . . the old days. My body begins to shut off, my thoughts racing to an absent Sawyer.

"Shh. You're fine," Asher murmurs. "Sawyer's fine. We're fine."

"Okay. Okay," I whisper.

His hand settles on my thigh, rubbing gently. My breath comes out in sharp bursts. His palm settles at the juncture between my thighs. I squirm, begging with my body for a closer touch.

"Tell me what you want, Reece," Asher whispers.

"Take out my cock," I whisper desperately.

He does, and I groan at the first touch of his fingers to my dick. "More, Asher."

He fists me slowly. Barely any grip. His kisses are too tentative. His hands, moving too slowly. Not enough pressure on my mouth or my dick.

I deepen the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip, then his top lip, demanding that he make love to me with more force than this.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me with him as he moves higher up on the bed. His head hits the pillow, and he pulls me down onto his body.

Grinding my groin shamelessly against his, I kiss him with tongue and saliva and teeth. Asher groans and pulls me even closer to him, reaching down for my t-shirt and ripping it off my body. I tug at his shirt, whining when it won't come off easily.

He chuckles and lifts up so I can yank it off. He pulls at my sweats, and I pull at his and somehow, we manage to get them off.

Then . . . fuck .

Our nakedness slides against each other. Soft and hard. Warm. I writhe against Asher, rubbing against him like an animal in heat. My tongue moves over his naked skin – over his face, his neck, his chest, pausing at his nipples to suck them into my mouth.

I taste the skin in the valley between his pecs. Down his hot six pack. Lick across his belly button. I settle on my knees between his legs. He widens them, giving me more space. I spread my thighs, causing my dick to drag over the sheets. I'm leaking into them. My ass is in the air, exposing my hole, and I have a fleeting thought about how much better it would be if Sawyer was behind me with his face buried in my ass.

I drop my mouth and swallow Asher's cock. His hips come off the bed and his fingers sink into my hair, pulling hard.

I gasp and moan around his cock.

And then I can't stop. I suck on Asher's dick like someone has a gun to my head demanding I give my best performance yet. I can't believe I'm here, in Asher's bed with my head between his thighs and regret in my bones that his husband isn't here with us. I don't know how my life has changed so much in a few short months or why, why, why I've been given this gift. This gift of Asher and Sawyer.

I take him in deep, choking, and I don't care. Asher now has both his hands anchored in my hair. Now, it's not me giving him a stellar blowjob. It's him fucking my mouth with this most beautiful brutality.

Tears stream down my face and I hump the bed, and fuck , to touch him like this. I can't help but take him further and further down my throat, saliva leaking out of the side of my mouth as I try to control my gag reflex. But I don't care. I don't care how far down I have to take him. I need him that deep inside me in every way I can have him. I don't care that my throat is abused and can't handle any more of him. He is Asher and to choke on his cock is a privilege.

He pulls me off his cock and drags me up his body, rolling us at the same time until he's above me. Then, he kisses me hard, rubbing his cock against mine and smearing his pre-cum on my stomach.

"So gorgeous, love," he growls. "You're so beautiful, I want to fuck you like this every day."

I wrap my legs around his back, reaching for his cock, rubbing our balls together.

Asher leaves my mouth and bites his way down my body, sucking my skin into his mouth and I know I'll be covered in his marks in the morning. He swallows my dick and I cry out, slamming upward until I'm hitting the back of his throat. He takes me with far more ease than I took him. His mouth is so beautiful. The way he's using it, so brilliantly wonderful. I love this mouth so much.

I moan my dismay when he leaves my dick but . . .

Fuckkkk .

Asher swallows my balls, sucking gently while lifting my ass. He holds me up by the back of my knees and then his mouth is on my hole.

First, he drags his flattened tongue over my asshole. Then, he covers my hole, creating a vacuum-feel with his mouth, and he begins to move his tongue rhythmically. I can feel Asher's jaw working as he suckles on my asshole. If I died right this minute my only regret would be that Sawyer isn't here.

Asher lets my asshole go and rubs his finger over it, sinking it in every few seconds.

"Clench this hole, baby," he says.

I do and his chuckle is wrapped around a sexy, Fucckkk .

"Look at this ass, Reece." He dips his tongue into my hole. The penetration isn't nearly enough but fuck, it's amazing.

"Open up for me, beautiful. Let me see this little hole move for me."

I push out. Pull back in. He always loved watching me like this. We used to joke about how hot he thought it was.

"Fuck, I love it," he groans. And then he buries his face into my ass, rubbing round and round in circles.

When he reaches over for the lube, I turn onto my stomach. "I want you to watch us like this," I say when he gazes at me curiously. With my cheek pressed into the bed and my arms thrown out in front of me, I lift my ass high in the air for him.

Ash lubes me up first, then him. And then he's pushing into me. He sinks his cock into my hole like he used to, but now, it's so much more and so much better because we aren't boys stealing precious moments. We are men lusting after each other with no shame or care. And I don't care. I don't. I want him like this, and when Sawyer is back from wherever he went, I'll want him too, just like this.

"Aaah," I groan loudly.

"Fuck, this is good, baby. Tell me how good this is."

"So fucking good, Ash," I moan.

He moves inside me, going further and further in with each exit and entry until he's sliding smoothly in and out.

"Back it up for me, baby," he tells me.

I push back with each thrust, riding Asher's dick as much as he's riding my hole. I'm shaking, my body moving of its own volition; I'm not in control. I'm his toy and his property and I'm his, all his, and this is all still so new, so how could we have taken our time?

I beat my cock in my fist, desperate, so desperate, and Asher leans forward to squeeze my throat. And I can't hold on. My body is slick with sweat and tight with the thunderous approach of my orgasm. I brace. Slam back into Asher's groin, and there it comes. Mountainous waves of pleasure, pulling me down into the blackest black and drowning me, and Asher is right there with me.

He gathers me close to him when our orgasms have ripped through us and destroyed us, holding me tightly against his body and murmuring words I can't make out. We don't bother cleaning up. He uses his cum to massage my ass. "So much for taking my time with you," he murmurs against my hair.

I don't have it in me to speak. I'm limbless, voiceless. But full. So full of love and happiness and rightnesss.

Asher's phone buzzes. He reaches over to check his text and chuckles. I turn. "What is it?" I ask.

He turns his screen to me.

Sawyer: Don't change the sheets.

I take Asher's phone in my hand and hold it up to take a picture of my and Asher's tangled limbs and hit send.

Sawyer: Yeah. Don't change those sheets.

It's around three am when the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand wakes me up. Asher is behind me, spooning me tightly. I reach over for my phone. It's a text from my father: I'm going to sort this shit out.