“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 forme.
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 differentkind 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.
