I Knew You Were Trouble - 22 (Patreon)

Soooo perhaps this one (timing wise) is for the west coasters?

Part Twenty-Two

Maya didn’t have to be an expert in Autumn Alton to know that the days were ticking by, she was getting… well, she didn’t want to say weird.

Because that felt wrong, on multiple levels.

First, because it implied Autumn was acting in a manner that was – unpredictable? Strange? It implied that Maya didn’t know why she was behaving differently.

Second, because she felt it didn’t really explain the fact that the tweaks in her behavior were completely justified.

Nonetheless, it was the word that made the most sense.

As in, she’d walked into the office in the morning and found Autumn organizing every pen in the office space – not only theirs, but Charlotte’s – based on the fineness of the nib.

Or being hypervigilant about answering emails – checking, then re-checking. Changing her word-choice to be super exacting and precise.

Or dusting and vacuuming the apartment daily, even in places that hadn’t been touched since she’d dusted/vacuumed the day before. Or fixing a picture frame when it was maybe a centimeter off from being perfectly straight. Like, so not-wrong, Maya didn’t even notice it.

The twins had both noticed. As in, they hadn’t mentioned anything to her, but they’d all exchanged a look. But the twins were also visibly stressed out, so Maya was just… trying to hold it together and be as normal as possible when they were all together.

It had gotten to the point where even Charlotte had noticed.

Not that Charlotte was unobservant. In fact, when it came to work and what she was passionate about, she was almost superhumanly perceptive. But when it came to a lot of the smaller things around the office that she and Autumn were responsible for, Charlotte breezed right by. Which was a good thing, because it meant she and Autumn were doing their jobs correctly.

She’d gently asked Autumn about it – privately, of course – earlier this week, when she’d realized that Autumn had re-organized Maya’s sticky-notes, to make sure they were all perfectly aligned.

“So… this is, uh, meticulous,” she’d commented, casually flipping through the planner.

The planner that she’d physically maintained for most of their working time together, and Autumn had never once had a comment to make about it. Maya’s planning and organization was beyond reproach, and she knew it because prior to them sleeping together – actually… no, even during them sleeping together – Autumn would have absolutely made a remark if and when she didn’t think Maya was properly up to the task.

Autumn glanced at it, as she re-buttoned her jacket on the hanger, standing at the coat closet. They’d gotten back from a meeting only a few minutes ago, but Autumn wasn’t usually – or, ever – this anal retentive about making sure her jacket had every button done up, the sleeves pressed straight before putting it away.

Her blonde hair was pulled back, smoothed out of her face, without a single hair out of place, as she glanced at the planner. “I had a few extra minutes while I was waiting for Charlotte’s meeting to end.”

“A few extra minutes,” she mused, running her thumb over the tabs.

They were so straight, it honestly looked manufactured by a machine. Not a single space for human error.

This had definitely taken longer than a few minutes.

“Mhmm,” Autumn had hummed back, before she carefully slotted her jacket into place, and turned to look expectantly at her. “I assume you aren’t upset about it?”

“Not upset,” she agreed, mildly. “Just curious. Wanted to check in on it.”

On you, but she knew they both knew that was what she was saying without saying it.

Autumn took in a sharp breath, and her body was clearly braced – so tense, but what she was bracing against right now was all… internal. There was nothing coming, at least, not for another couple of weeks, that she could be warding against. But she shook her head slightly. “It’s… I just needed to do it.”

Okay. Maya accepted it with a nod, because there was nothing much else she could do. Autumn told her: she needed to do this. To do these little things, where her anxiety was bleeding out in a manner she could control.

But Maya was concerned.

And if Autumn didn’t want to talk – maybe it wasn’t even that she didn’t want to, Maya now knew. Maybe Autumn didn’t know how to find the words, how to access that part of herself – Maya was going to open another door for her to express her feelings.

In a bigger, hopefully more satisfying, way than organizing pens and Post-its.

She’d been super normal all night – she’d brought over dinner, they’d all watched a movie… okay, Autumn hadn’t watched the movie; she’d folded laundry into the neatest little piles Maya had ever seen. Regardless, Honor and Haven were now in bed. Autumn was finishing up folding the blankets in the living room.

And Maya was waiting.

Standing in front of Autumn’s bed, anticipation thrumming through her.

She’d been waiting for this. She was so ready for it, her fingers toying with the hem of her sweater, as Autumn’s bedroom door opened.

“Okay. Everything is finally organized, Honor and Haven fell asleep, and–”

Whatever else Autumn had been about to say completely slipped away, her footsteps faltering as she took a single step into her room.

As soon as Autumn’s eyes landed on her, Maya acted. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt and swiftly pulling it up, over her head. The fabric whispered over her skin in a way that made her ache for Autumn’s hands, instead, as she unceremoniously dropped her shirt to the ground.

“What are you doing.” Autumn’s words weren’t a question so much as they were a statement.

“You spent your entire adult life so far structuring everything to have control over as much as you possibly could,” Maya stated, reaching back and unhooking her bra. Letting it fall down her arms, her breasts revealed, nipples tightening in the slight chill of the air.

“Yes. And?” Autumn intoned, her voice dipping an octave, as she stared so intensely at Maya, it felt like she was practically devouring her from where she stood.

The wanting in her stare was immediate and visible, and fuck, it felt so good.

Relief rushed through Maya, first and foremost. That Autumn was receptive to this, even through the weirdness that had permeated through all of her actions. Again, weirdness that was completely understandable and warranted, but nonetheless…

God, she loved it. She fucking loved the way it felt to be on the receiving end of Autumn’s attention like this. The dark look in Autumn’s eyes as she stared at Maya’s nipples, the way she licked her lips.

Maya’s entire body tightened in response.

Their relationship had been built from such a physical foundation, it felt almost wrong that they hadn’t been able to continue it in the same way since they’d officially gotten together. It made sense, given all of the circumstances – Maya having been in New York for work while Autumn had to stay in D.C., Honor and Haven not knowing about them resulting in them needing to keep everything low-key and undiscovered, and the court date being set…

Yes, it made sense that they hadn’t been able to connect in the same way. But Maya felt it was high time they get back to it.

“And right now, more than ever before, you feel out of control,” Maya continued, sliding her hands down her own torso, her fingers sprawled over her own stomach, sliding down to dip into the waistband of her shorts.

“What does that have to do with you stripping for me?” Autumn asked, and there it was. Her voice notched lower, to that place that struck a chord through Maya’s entire body.

She’d have never been able to fathom that voice before they’d started sleeping together. She’d never have been able to guess at the place Autumn went when they had sex. Commanding and direct, and completely in control.  

“There’s that tone,” she said softly, her own body throbbing in response. She had to take a deep breath, to center herself, before she got lost in it. “I think you need to take some real control right now.”

In fact, she knew Autumn did. She could see it every day, in all of the ways she was exerting command over every little thing she possibly could.

Maya unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then pulled them down and stepped out. Completely naked in front of Autumn, feeling a thrill race down her spine at the way Autumn’s eyes dragged over her.

“So, I’m giving you control over something I know gives you a very deep sense of gratification. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Oh yeah?” Autumn asked, glancing over at the door to double-check that it was closed, her simple words threaded with anticipation.

She could tell Autumn hadn’t expected this from her tonight. Which was more than fair.

So, Maya paused. Giving Autumn the opportunity to shut it down if she wasn’t in the right headspace.

“If you don’t want to do this tonight, if you’re not in the mood, you can tell me. It won’t be a thing.”

Autumn licked her lips, dragging her eyes back up Maya’s body. The hunger in them was evident, and Maya clenched her thighs together. “If you’d asked me, I’d likely have said that the last thing I’ve been feeling was desire or arousal,” Autumn stated, her hands falling to her hips.

Maya deflated. Had she read Autumn’s expression and her tone completely wrong?!

She had no problem standing in front of Autumn completely naked, offering herself up on a platter, and Autumn telling her she wasn’t in the mood, given everything going on. That didn’t faze her.

But the idea that she’d read Autumn’s signals so wrong in the last couple of minutes, well, that was deeply disconcerting.

Autumn shook her head, though, taking a step closer. “But I’d have been wrong. Tell me, Maya. What is it that you’re giving me control over?” She took another step closer, arching a sharp stare at Maya, one that told her everything she needed to know. One that told her just how much Autumn had already fallen into this headspace. “What, exactly, do you think gives me guaranteed gratification, hmm?”

“Me,” she answered, jutting out her chin defiantly. As she did so, she reached back and procured the two silk ties she’d brought for the occasion.

Autumn’s blue eyes glanced down, then paused. Staring at the ties, her lips parting on a ragged exhale.

“You seem very confident in that,” Autumn asserted a few seconds later, closing the distance between them very swiftly. The way she moved made Maya feel very acutely like she was Autumn’s prey.

“I am,” her own voice was breathier than she thought it would be, but… whatever. Like she cared. All she cared about was –

Autumn’s hands were on her waist, gripping her tightly and hauling Maya up against her. There was no other word for it. Her body was pulled forward with that surprisingly steely strength Autumn possessed, her breasts crushed against Autumn’s chest, as Autumn took ownership over her.

That was exactly what it felt like, the way Autumn kissed her.

Not always. Now, with how far they’d come, Autumn’s kiss was sometimes… softer. Sweeter. Searching, rather than taking.

But that wasn’t what Maya was looking for tonight, not what she was trying to initiate. Not what she knew, deep down, Autumn needed.

Autumn’s tongue worked against her own, toying with her, before she nipped her teeth into Maya’s bottom lip and worked it back and forth. The sharp bite of pain had Maya’s knees weak, and she clung to Autumn’s shoulders with one hand, the hand that still held the silk ties, and the other tunneled into her hair, gripping tightly.

She could hear the sounds she was letting out, breathing into Autumn’s mouth, and she had no control over them.

Her entire body shuddered as she felt Autumn run her hands down her back, gripping Maya’s ass tightly. Rolling their hips together as she forced Maya up onto her tiptoes. Already taking that control from her.

Then Autumn slid her hands to Maya’s hips and pushed her back, so she fell onto the bed.

She was breathing heavily from their kiss, her heart pounding in surprise – a little bit of a thrill, as she was well-used to, but it never got old – at how Autumn had taken over. She released the ties onto the bed next to her; they were now Autumn’s to do what she wished.

“Lay back on the bed,” Autumn nodded her chin, gesturing behind Maya. “All the way up.”

Maya lit up, her lips ticking into a small, teasing smile. “Wait – you want me… where?”

And, fuck, she felt such a rush at only the look in Autumn’s eyes. The dark, glinting look – like she really was dropping everything else away. Everything else that wasn’t them, right here, right now.

“Lay back. Now,” she ordered.

Maya did as she was told, reclining onto the pillows behind her, holding her arms a little bit spread, and a little bit over her head, giving Autumn an easy opportunity. “I assume this was the next part?”

Autumn wasted no time in walking up, securing Maya’s wrists to the headboard, one tie at a time. “Tell me if they’re too tight,” she murmured, giving one a little, testing tug.

Maya didn’t know if it was typical, to feel so aroused by the act of being tied up. It wasn’t originated – not for Maya – in being tied up, but in feeling Autumn’s fingers. Feeling the strength in her touch, how deft she was as she tied the knot. The way she slipped her fingertip between the tie and the sensitive skin of Maya’s inner-wrist, a slow drag of the tip of her nail over Maya’s pulse, as she checked how tight it was.

“They’re good,” she managed, twisting her wrists slightly to test them, as Autumn stepped back.

Fuuuck, just the look on Autumn’s face got her going even more. Maya’s clit was so hard, already aching, from being on display like this to Autumn. Completely at her mercy. That, combined with the knowledge that she was giving Autumn everything she needed right now… it was the headiest, sexist combination imaginable.

Autumn walked back down to the foot of the bed, so she was staring up at Maya’s entire body.

“Just let me look at you. Don’t touch,” she added, swiftly, arching Maya a look. “Stay still.”

Maya did as she was told, her heart beating faster, even as she couldn’t help but say, “I don’t really think I have much of a choice at this point.”

“No,” Autumn murmured back, in that raspy voice. The one that was in complete control, the one that made Maya throb. “No, you don’t.”

For several heart-pounding moments, Maya laid still. Letting Autumn visually feast on her body.

Should that be so fucking hot? She didn’t think so. But she was so turned on, she was dripping, and she couldn’t help but squirm against the ties.

“Spread your legs,” Autumn demanded. “Don’t squeeze your thighs together; let me see you.”

Maya obeyed without hesitation, because she wanted Autumn to see her. She wanted Autumn to see how affected she was, just by this. She wanted Autumn to see how fucking insane she made her, always.

And she knew that her pussy was so wet, Autumn could see from several feet away, because she heard Autumn’s moaning exhale, before she bit her lip. Satisfaction zipped through Maya, making her clit throb even harder under Autumn’s gaze.

“Stay like that,” Autumn insisted. “I want to watch you while you watch me.”

Autumn took her shirt off then, holding Maya’s gaze the entire time. Maya’s desperate, needy gaze. She licked her lips when Autumn’s breasts came into her view, her pink nipples hard.

And Autumn smirked slightly, like she knew exactly what Maya was thinking. She definitely did know.

“I can literally see how turned on you are, just from watching me. I don’t think you’re going to last very long when I actually start fucking you. Are you, Maya?” She asked, hooking her thumbs into the waist of both her pants and her underwear, tugging them both down, her long, smooth legs coming into Maya’s view.

“I guess,” she started, and was already panting like she was in fucking heat or something. “You’ll have to fuck me to find out.”

“Yeah?” Autumn arched her a look as she got onto the bed, on her hands and knees. “You think I have to fuck you to know that you’re not going to last for me? Maya… who do you think you’re talking to?”

Autumn paused in her ascent, dipping her head down to – fuck – Maya’s inner-thigh. Exposed, because she hadn’t closed her legs. Her breath caught and held in her throat, her wrists pulling at the ties with the need to touch Autumn, to put her hands in her hair, to feel her at all, as she felt Autumn’s hot breath against her.

But she didn’t actually touch Maya’s pussy. Didn’t make contact with her. She blew a long, slow breath over her clit, and Maya cried out, stomach tensing, as the pleasure cut through her body.

“I’ve fucked you how many times?” Autumn asked, pressing her lips to Maya’s thigh. So damn close to her, but not where Maya needed her. “How many times have I had my mouth on your cunt? Had my fingers buried inside of you? How many times have I felt you come for me?”

She slid her tongue up higher, inching closer… closer… to Maya’s pussy. So fucking close to tasting her… but she stopped. So close, Maya could feel every exhale Autumn let out, and she couldn’t stop rocking her hips, searching for more.

“Look at me,” Autumn commanded.

Maya hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes, but apparently she had. Because she had to blink them open to stare down her body at Autumn. Who was staring up at her from between her thighs, and the visual – fuck, it sent another shudder through Maya’s entire body.

“Do you think that was rhetorical?” Autumn asked, dipping down and nipping her teeth sharply into Maya’s leg.

She trembled, her foot kicking out, toes curling.

“I – um… yeah, I did, honestly,” she answered, her voice raspy.

She couldn’t remember how many times they’d had sex. A lot. A lot-a lot.

“I’d say that the answer is: I’ve fucked you enough to know you won’t last very long. Not when you’re already so ready for me. I can literally see you, Maya. You’re already clenching. Your body is already begging for me to fuck you.”

A long, low moan worked out of her throat as she nodded. Why lie about something so obviously true?

She was already on the precipice of being willing to do anything to get Autumn to take her. No, that was a lie. She was willing to give Autumn anything even before they’d started.

Instead of putting her mouth on Maya, though, Autumn pushed back up to her knees, and she felt Autumn climb up her body, until she was straddling Maya’s stomach. Even though Autumn hadn’t lowered herself down, she could still feel the heat from her pussy, feel how wet she was. And she’d give anything to feel her, for real.

She wanted it even more than she wanted to be touched.

Autumn slowly opened her legs wider, baring herself to Maya. She could see how hard Autumn’s clit was, poking out from its hood, and her mouth watered.

Maya’s mouth fell open on a heavy breath, desperation lacing through her veins.

Autumn traced her hands down her own body, tugging at her own nipples with one hand, before the other slid down to toy so lightly over her clit.

She remembered how Autumn hadn’t necessarily liked to take her clothing off, in the beginning. Not that she’d been strictly opposed to it, but she hadn’t necessarily wanted to show herself to Maya.

And now that she knew Autumn better now, so much better, she understood. She understood all of the details that had come together to make her who she was, both in and out of the bedroom.

It all tangled together inside of Maya, making her burn even hotter, knowing how much Autumn trusted her now. That she was willing to do this, to show herself, all of herself without any restrictions, to Maya’s gaze.

“You want me, don’t you?” Autumn asked, her voice so throaty as her head dropped back, and she rubbed her clit harder.

Giving Maya the show of a lifetime.

“Yes,” she managed, breathing heavily.

Autumn snapped her head up, staring Maya in the eye. “That was rhetorical. I know.”

God, she was killing Maya, and she hadn’t even touched her yet. She was going to die. She arched her hips up, bringing her so close to being able to touch Autumn. Autumn’s knuckles dragged slightly just under Maya’s bellybutton and even that light touch alone made her shiver.

Autumn’s lips opened on a soft, shuddering moan, as she stopped touching her own clit and brought her fingers to Maya’s lips. Sliding her wetness over them, painting Maya in her.

She dropped her mouth open, parched for a taste. Already dizzy from it, as Autumn let her suck on her fingertips. Only for a second, as Autumn demanded to know, “How badly do you want me?”

“So, so bad,” she managed to pant out, twisting her wrists against the ties.

Not that she’d do anything if they weren’t tied up, because Autumn was in control here whether or not Maya had autonomy over her hands. But literally not being able to ramped everything up.

Autumn slipped her two fingers back into Maya’s mouth, slowly pushing in farther, before pulling back out, stroking them against Maya’s tongue as she went.

“Suck,” she ordered. “Be good and suck my fingers. We want to make sure I’m nice and ready to fuck you.”

Maya was ready; no extra lubricant needed.

And yet, sucking on Autumn like this made her feverish with need. Like Autumn was fucking her mouth with her fingers, and Maya moaned around them, her hips rocking up again, starting a rhythm without having anything to find purchase against.

It seemed to have a similar effect on Autumn, whose breathing was coming faster and harder as she stared down at Maya, and she could feel Autumn press against her, her pussy so hot against Maya’s stomach. Her clit solid and pulsing.

Could she come like this?! Maya was almost scared she’d have an orgasm from this alone.

Before she went too far down that road in her thoughts, Autumn slid her fingers out of Maya’s mouth, and wasted no time in moving down her body. Wasted no time in sliding those same fingers deep inside of Maya, all the way to her knuckle.

Her head snapped back into the pillow, eyes clamping shut, as she clenched tightly down on Autumn.

Jesus fucking christ, she’d needed this. Needed to be filled, to be fucked. In the way that only Autumn made her feel.

“God – ah – Autumn, yes–”

“Shh,” Autumn shot back, even as she curled her fingers deep inside of Maya, reaching that spot that made sparks shoot through her entire body, landing in her clit.

Maya felt like she was spinning out, unable to catch her breath as her clit pulsed in tandem with her heartbeat, and she was so. Close.

So close, as Autumn thrust inside of her at a punishing pace, not giving Maya a moment to catch her breath.

She tensed every muscle in her body, trying to hold back the orgasm. She grabbed so tightly at the headboard, as she arched harder into Autumn’s touch, careening toward the edge –

And then Autumn’s fingers were gone.

Not inside of her.

Not on her clit.

Not reaching for her mouth again.

Nothing.

Panting for air, Maya looked up at Autumn and she knew she looked like a desperate mess. Autumn did this to her, made her need in a way she’d never known. Made her so wet in a way she’d never experienced.

There was a dangerously sexy glint in Autumn’s eye, as she licked Maya off of her own fingers, before she said, “I thought you weren’t going to come so soon?”

The tension slowly – very, very slowly – started to ebb out of Maya, letting her fall back against the bed. Almost able to catch her breath again.

“I… I never said that. I said we’ll see!” The word shot out of her in a shout, something she couldn’t have controlled if she tried, as Autumn reached down and rubbed those same two fingers over Maya’s clit.

Just the way she’d fucked her, it wasn’t slow, it wasn’t measured – it was fast and intense and unyielding. The back-and-forth over her clit, pressing particularly hard down on the spot that made her see stars.

Her orgasm came barreling back with a vengeance, and Maya couldn’t stop it.

She couldn’t possibly stop it, no matter what she tried to do. Couldn’t –

She didn’t have to stop it.

Because Autumn did. Autumn stopped touching her again. Just took her fingers away, even though Maya’s wetness connected them in a long thread, and Maya couldn’t look away from it. She was so insanely wet, she’d dripped down to her ass, so that wasn’t surprising.

“But I was right,” Autumn pressed, reaching her other hand down to Maya’s thigh, digging her nails in. Just enough to make Maya jump, then groan, the sensation pushing her higher even as she was on her come-down from having her orgasm taken away at the last minute. “I was right, that you weren’t going to last.”

“Yes – yes, Autumn, you were right. I can’t – I need – please,” at this point, Maya didn’t even know what she was saying. She just knew she needed more.

But she’d said the right thing, clearly, because Autumn’s lips twitched into a sharply satisfied smile, and she reached down with both of her hands to grip Maya’s hips, urging her to flip onto her stomach.

She obliged, because she’d literally do anything right now to get Autumn to make her come. Anything.

Her arms were now crossed at the wrist above her head, her cheek pressed into the pillow, and she’d never felt so… helpless.

And fuck if it didn’t turn her on even more.

“Autumn, I–” She broke off, swallowing hard, her throat dry. “I need you. I need to come. Please.” Was this babbling? Was she babbling? Maya didn’t –

Whatever it was, was cut off as Autumn pressed her fingers back inside of Maya. Three this time. At least, Maya was pretty sure because she felt fuller than she had before.

Thank god, because she needed more. With how wet she was, she needed more.

Autumn fucked her like this, with Maya pressed onto her stomach and Autumn’s hand braced on her upper back, holding her down, for… Maya didn’t even know.

Time felt meaningless, now. It didn’t feel real anymore.

All she knew was that she’d gotten so fucking close again, and Autumn stopped.

This time, Autumn kept her fingers inside of Maya, as she laid down over her back. Her nipples pressing against Maya, her hot breath against Maya’s neck as she’d tugged aside her hair.

“I can feel you clenching right now. Even though I’m not moving.” Autumn placed an open-mouthed kiss on Maya’s neck.

She swore that point connected right to her clit, and she throbbed all over again. She was clenching around Autumn, and, “You’ve–” She broke off to catch her breath. “Almost made me come… four… fuck. Times. I’m so… I’m so…”

She couldn’t even finish it.

Close didn’t even feel like an accurate description anymore. She was long past close. Maya wasn’t even sure she was sane, anymore.

Autumn kissed her neck again, flexing her fingers inside of Maya.

And she strained against the bed, unsure she’d survive.

“You can come for me now, Maya. I want it.”

With her magic words, Autumn started moving again. This time, fucking Maya in long, leisurely thrusts, her fingers deep inside, hitting a place that made Maya’s eyes roll back.

She came.

Her mouth open against the pillow, wide open but not making a sound. And when she felt the sound starting to work its way up, she turned right into the pillow and screamed.

She couldn’t hold it in, so she had to muffle it, as the sensation pummeled through her body. And then she came even harder when she felt Autumn bite her neck in the same place she’d been kissing.

Maya wasn’t sure she’d ever felt an onslaught of pleasure so intense, and nothing… nothing in the world seemed to matter, other than this. Right here, the two of them.

It was… minutes? Hours? Eons? Before Maya came back to herself.

God, she’d come so hard, she didn’t even – when had she been flipped onto her back again? She genuinely didn’t recall, but Autumn must have guided her through that, because she was on her back, finally able to catch her breath, finally hearing sounds other than her heartbeat racing wildly in her ears.

She opened her eyes, turning to look at Autumn.

Whose ravenous stare was locked on her, and Maya knew that look. The look that said Autumn was so fucking turned on, she was so needy and ready to come, but she’d been keeping herself locked up, controlled, as Maya had come back to earth.

Now that she had, though, Autumn wasted no time in stating, “I want to come, all over this perfect mouth.” She reached up, tracing her thumb over Maya’s bottom lip.

Even though she’d just had an orgasm so hard, her legs were still shaky, Autumn’s words sent a new fire blazing through her. She nipped her teeth into her thumb, before sucking it between her lips.

And reveled in the way Autumn groaned, biting her own lip visibly hard.

She stroked her tongue back and forth over the tip of Autumn’s thumb, holding her gaze, watching Autumn’s eyes grow heavier lidded.

Until she snapped, taking her hand away and lowering it to Maya’s shoulder to push her down lower onto the bed. She wasted no time throwing her leg over Maya, straddling her face.

And – damn it. Fuck. Her wrists were still tied, but she wanted – “Can I touch you?”

Sex was always for both of them, but tonight was specifically for Autumn to be entirely in control and have exactly what she needed. But god, Maya would give anything to be able to run her fingers over Autumn’s thighs and ass – just, anywhere – while Autumn rode her face.

She was surprised, and wildly pleased, when Autumn reached down with trembling, needy hands and hastily undid the knots on Maya’s wrists.

And then she lowered herself to Maya’s waiting mouth.

Maya tilted her jaw up, licking into Autumn gently, before she curled her tongue over Autumn’s clit.

She stroked her hands up the outside of Autumn’s thighs, her touch light and soothing, the way Autumn had always liked it.

Which made so much sense to her now, and that only made Maya want to give Autumn even more pleasure.

“In-inside,” Autumn breathed out from above her.

Maya snapped her eyes open in surprise, meeting Autumn’s from above. Autumn, who was now gripping the headboard, leaned forward as she pressed herself against Maya’s tongue.

She couldn’t ask, for obvious reasons, to double-check, but she held her gaze for several long moments. Wanting to make sure Autumn wanted this. That she knew they didn’t have to, just because they’d now done it before.

Lightly, she stroked her hands over Autumn’s thighs again.

And she felt Autumn shiver against her touch, before she nodded. “Inside. Just – a little.”

Maya nodded as much as she could in her position, working one of her hands down. Keeping her touch light and soft, as she stroked her fingertip through Autumn. She was so wet, there was no real concern about pain, but… but Maya would never put Autumn in a position where that would even be a thought in her mind.

She held Autumn’s eye contact as she slid her finger inside – a little. Exactly as Autumn had requested. An inch. Then another.

Autumn slowly worked herself down against Maya, enveloping her into her heat bit by bit.

And then those blue eyes went bleary, but Autumn didn’t close them. And Maya felt her clenching around her finger, the same time she felt Autumn’s clit throb against her tongue.

Even though she was in the ultimate vulnerable position here – having just been tied up, was on her back, and had Autumn literally straddling her face so Maya could only breathe through her nose – she felt like Autumn was allowing herself to be the most vulnerable to Maya.

On a night like tonight, when Autumn was in total control, she still wanted this from her.

Which was possibly the most attractive, sexiest thing Maya had ever experienced in her entire life.

Autumn shuddered through her orgasm for even longer than Maya had, rocking down against her mouth, keeping Maya’s finger deep inside of her. Little gasps and soft moans escaped her lips as her thighs trembled next to Maya’s head. Like every anxiety that had been winding her up tighter and tighter was being worked out, shaken loose from this orgasm, right into Maya’s waiting mouth.

She took it all, until Autumn finally fell forward against her headboard, shakily lifting herself from Maya’s hand and face.

Before she essentially collapsed down, half on top of Maya, half on the bed.

She could feel Autumn’s heart beating so hard in her chest still, as she reached out, softly rubbing her hand up and down Autumn’s spine.

“How do you feel?” Maya asked, quietly.

Autumn took in a long, deep breath, and then held it. Before she whispered, “Like the world isn’t spinning out of my grasp for the first time in weeks.”

Maya felt – absurdly – like she could cry from that. “Really?”

That was what she wanted, so badly. What she’d always wanted from Autumn, was to be someone who could do that for her.

Blue eyes snapped open as Autumn asked, “How did you know that would work? That I… needed that so badly?”

“There’s always been that part of you during sex that snaps into control,” Maya informed her, her voice low and soft. “I just thought – there’s something that’s always seemed to put you in a headspace where you felt good.”

“Mission accomplished. Very much so.” Autumn’s voice was so quiet, Maya could barely hear her. “Thank you, Maya.”

“Well, you were the one who just fucked me to the point that my brain might leak out of my ears, so…” She teased.

But Autumn didn’t smile back. She stared at Maya so intensely, it made her breath catch in her throat from just the look.

And then Autumn leaned in, pressing her lips against Maya’s once more, making her forget everything all over again.

***

At dawn the next morning, Maya opened the door to Autumn’s bedroom, tugging her shirt down with one hand as she looked over her shoulder at the way Autumn was still sprawled out in her bed.

God, she was beautiful.

All of the long, lithe lines of her body – the arch of her back, her neck, her fingers. All of her… matched. Everything about Autumn was in perfect synchronicity.

And Maya ached with how much she loved her. She swore she could feel this love for Autumn pulse through her entire body, like it was becoming a part of her DNA.

But she’d always thought Autumn was beautiful, physically. From day one. She was pretty sure it would be impossible not to.

The whole cliché about the real beauty being on the inside, though, that was so real.

Maybe Autumn didn’t see it in herself. In fact, Maya was pretty sure she didn’t. Because yes, Autumn was flawed, but after having the life she’d lived – who would possibly come out of that unscathed? That was a part of her, but the most incredible part was who she’d become in spite of that.

She let out a little sigh, her heart fluttering in her chest, as she quietly closed the door.

They hadn’t really talked about what the plan was going to be, and she’d fallen asleep wrapped up with Autumn, but… the twins of it all. She figured the best thing she could do was what she’d done before – go to the couch and –

And Maya’s entire body froze as she turned to see both Honor and Haven sitting on the couch, staring at her.

Shit.

Her stomach bottomed out, and the only relief she could find was knowing that she was properly dressed. Well, mostly. She’d still been tugging down her shirt when she’d walked out of the room, and she knew she’d definitely not had it pulled down properly when she’d opened the door. And she was wearing a pair of Autumn’s shorts that she’d pilfered from her dresser. And her hair was a fucking mess.

And – fuck. Her wrists were lightly bruised from the ties. Quickly, she tugged the sleeves of the sweatshirt down over her hands, aiming a nervous smile at the twins.

“Uh. Hey. Good morning. You… you two are up really early.”

Honor narrowed her eyes. “So are you.”

Maya had a crazy thought that she should try to pretend she’d come over early… but that wouldn’t really make much sense. Because Autumn was still sleeping and she was exiting her room, so – how would that make any sense?

“Yeaaaah. I mean, I was here late, right?” She had been; she’d gone over to her place after work to make sure Tort was fed and watered properly, and spent some quality time with him, knowing she was going to spend the night here. “After you two were going to bed, we thought it made sense that I’d spend the night, too. Since it was late.”

Did that sound believable? Maya wasn’t the world’s worst liar usually, but when faced with Honor and Haven, she didn’t feel great feeding them a lie. Also, her brain was still half-liquified from the night before, so.

“You said the next time you were going to spend the night, we’d do a whole sleepover,” Haven accused, accurately, a frown firmly planted on her face, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Looking like she was actually hurt by the fact that Maya had, ostensibly, lied to her.

Damn it.

She had. They’d discussed the whole shebang – that they’d all sleep in the living room, Maya would show them MASH – which she’d learned from her sisters and cousins – they’d go would-you-rather, play sardines, a blind makeover. Basically, whatever they wanted, to make up for all the slumber parties they’d never had.

She didn’t want Honor and Haven to feel lied to, or like she didn’t want to do those things with them; she’d love to do that. Just… not on the night when she’d been letting their older sister completely own her.

Honor’s lips were pursed tightly, and she nudged Haven, before she stated, “I don’t think it was that kind of sleepover.”

Even though she was talking to her twin, she was staring at Maya.

The nerves buzzed even louder inside of her, feeling completely backed into a corner. She’d been caught by two incredibly naïve teenage girls, in a way she’d never been caught out by even her own parents! Granted, she hadn’t really had to sneak around behind her parents’ backs, but still. It would be embarrassing, if she had the spoons to think about that now.

She didn’t; she had to focus on the situation at hand.

As in – how could she get out of this? Should she deny it? It seemed kind of fruitless; she was stumbling out of Autumn’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning –

“Huh?” Haven hummed back at her sister, tilting her head.

Honor nodded toward Maya. “Look at her.” Well – excuse her? “She was finishing getting dressed when she came out of the bedroom.” Oh. So, yes, she had seen. Damn it. “And she has a… a thing on her neck.”

That part was half-whispered, half-screamed, like Honor was just realizing it as she said it to her twin.

Maya’s eyes widened, as she slapped a hand over the side of her neck, exactly where she knew Honor was referencing. It was still sensitive to her touch, and… frankly, normally, that would make her throb with pleasure. She didn’t know what it said about her, but she loved when Autumn lost herself just enough to do things like mark her in ways Autumn wasn’t even aware of, herself.

Both Honor and Haven’s mouths dropped open when Maya covered her neck, and she could feel herself blushing.

Well, she hoped Autumn would forgive her for this, because it was too late to keep denying it. If she tried, Maya was pretty sure she’d look like a total idiot, and the twins wouldn’t believe her, anyway.

She walked away from Autumn’s bedroom door, not wanting Autumn to wake up to this conversation. She had plenty on her plate, and the damage was done; she could find out the twins knew when she woke of her own accord.

“Okay. Okay, you two caught me. I wasn’t avoiding having a, uh, sleepover with you; we will absolutely do that. But last night wasn’t… that kind of sleepover.” Did that sound okay? How much should she give away, she wondered as she walked toward the couch.

“Do you love Autumn?” Honor’s question cut Maya off at the knees.

Her stomach bottomed out, and she paused where she stood, before lowering herself to sit on the coffee table, opposite the twins.

“You interrogating me?” She asked, trying to buy some time before answering.

Autumn didn’t even want Honor and Haven to know about them; she couldn’t imagine she wanted them to hear Maya’s proclamations of love.

“We… obviously… have feelings for one another. Deep feelings,” she tacked on.

Should she say something like that’s how you should feel when you have a physical relationship with someone? Even though… admittedly, Maya and Autumn hadn’t started out that way, when their physical relationship had begun? Was that the appropriate thing to say when you were talking to youths about sex? She had no idea what Honor and Haven really even knew about sex, at all.

“But, do you love her?” Haven pressed, her voice stronger than it normally was. “How serious are you?”

Endeared, especially by that look on Haven’s face – and most especially because she so rarely pushed for anything – Maya relented, answering honestly, “I am serious about Autumn. Incredibly serious.”

“Because we’ve been watching a lot of tv and reading a lot,” Honor informed her, eyebrows arched high on her forehead, as if she was informing Maya that, “Hookups are… a thing. Like. Casually.”

Maya would never tell the twins how very close to hitting the bullseye they were when it came to hookups and the start of her relationship with Autumn, she knew that for damn sure. Incredulously, she asked, “What have you been reading?”

“Romance novels,” Haven answered.

“And there are a lot of tv shows we had no idea existed until really recently,” Honor tacked on.

Oh, boy.

Maya reached up, dragging her hands through her hair. “Okay, I think it’s really sweet that you both are defending Autumn’s honor and wanting to make sure I’m serious, in case I end up hurting her or–”

“That’s not what we’re doing,” Honor interrupted her, her expression dead-serious.

So serious, it tripped Maya up a little bit. Even before Haven added –

“Yeah, we’ve thought you and Autumn should be dating since we found out you were both lesbians.”

What a relief. But didn’t really give Maya any answers. “All right…?”

“In just a few weeks, we–” Haven cut herself off, her breath catching in her throat. She clasped both of her hands so tightly together in her lap, her knuckles went white.

Honor finished for her, somberly, “We might have to go back to our parents.”

Maya was already shaking her head, rejecting the very notion, especially in the face of the young twin sets of blue eyes staring so sadly at her. “We are doing everything to make sure that won’t happen. I know you don’t know her very well, but Charlotte is… she’s a big deal. And so is Jillian Miller.”

It was what Maya fell back on every time she felt anxiety creeping up about going to Ohio. It wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen.

“But you don’t know for sure,” Honor asserted. Her voice didn’t shake, but the anxiety was etched into her face.

“No one can promise anything,” Haven added, so softly, so gravely.

Maya’s throat felt so tight at the looks on their faces. She didn’t have the same relationship with them that Autumn did, of course. She couldn’t possibly. But just since she’d met them, she felt so… protective over them.

She loved them. She really did. And she cared, so fucking much, about their fate. If they did have to go back to Ohio, even if she and Autumn weren’t together anymore, she’d think about Honor and Haven. She’d worry about them. She was this close to genuinely, seriously considering run-away plans, in a very serious way, with Autumn.

And because of that, she wouldn’t even try to lie to them. Even if it was a lie born of wanting to comfort them. To comfort all of them.

“No, I can’t promise anything,” she agreed, quietly. Hating it.

“Which is why we need to know how serious you and Autumn are,” Honor brought them back to the main point.

“Because if we have to go, then – then we’ll still have one another,” Haven managed, after stumbling over her words slightly, as she unlaced her fingers, and reached over to bring her hand to her sister’s lap.

As if it was instinctive, Haven turned her hand around, her twin sister’s fitting there. Gripping for dear life.

“But Autumn will be alone again. And we don’t want her to be alone, anymore,” Haven finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We want to know that you’ll be with her, if we have to go,” Honor added, nodding firmly at her. Expectantly.

Maya felt the backs of her eyes sting with unexpected tears. She really hadn’t seen that coming, not at all.

The twins were so solemn, sadness stamped over them like an indelible mark, and they were so earnest, as they leaned in heavily against one another, holding each other up. But they didn’t blink, staring so intently at Maya.

God, she wasn’t facing being sent back to a religious cult or being faced with losing her sisters to it, and she was the one crying, here. She swiped her sleeve over her eyes, overwhelmed by the combination of love she felt for the twins, but also this deep, gnawing grief.

They were so good, like fundamentally good. That while they were facing a potentially horrific situation, they were worried about Autumn. And it fucking devastated her that this had to be something they were thinking about at all.

“I’m not going to leave her,” she promised, her voice tight. “And I do love Autumn. So much. I can’t even tell you how much.” She couldn’t hold that in, now. Maybe Autumn wouldn’t want them to know, maybe she’d feel… well, some sort of way about that.

But Maya’s heart was aching, and the backs of her eyes stung with tears, and if it made Honor and Haven feel better to know how much she loved Autumn, Maya would tell them. It wasn’t a secret, not for Maya.

Both of the twins looked relieved, and she felt she’d done the right thing.

“Why are you two up so early?” She asked again, when she registered that the sun wasn’t even fully up, but the twins clearly had been. “Is everything all right?” She winced. “Well. As all right as possible, given…”

She didn’t have to finish; they knew.

Honor’s free hand toyed with the edge of the blanket. “We’ve both been having trouble sleeping. But we didn’t want to bother Autumn, because she’s been…”

Honor didn’t have to finish, either. They all knew.

Maya cleared her throat roughly, then took a deep breath. Okay. She could handle this.

“Give me two minutes, then come into Autumn’s room, okay?” She asked, glancing between them, as she stood up.

The twins nodded at her, and she nodded back, as she went back to where she came from. Carefully closing the door behind her, so the twins wouldn’t catch a glimpse of something they shouldn’t. She pivoted to Autumn’s dresser for a few seconds, grabbing one of the soft t-shirts and shorts.

She crept into bed, kissing the back of Autumn’s neck, closing her eyes for a few seconds as she inhaled, deeply. She felt her stir, heard the little sigh, as Autumn turned and leaned heavily against her.

“Autumn.”

“Hmm?” Autumn blinked her eyes open, just a crack, as she looked up at Maya with drowsy but content question.

But it happened so quickly – Autumn sat up, her eyes opening wider, as she took in Maya’s face.

“Are you crying?” She asked, reaching a hand out to Maya, cupping her jaw. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you last night?”

Maya shook her head quickly, vehemently. “No.” She reached up, pressing her hand against the back of Autumn’s, sliding it over so she could place a soft kiss against Autumn’s palm. “You were perfect last night.”

She hadn’t realized there was still visual evidence of her tears, and she reached up with her free hand to swipe them away.

“The twins know about us. I’m sorry. They caught me coming out of your room, which I was trying to do to be sneaky and all. I’m sorry,” she repeated, pressing another lingering kiss to Autumn’s palm.

Autumn blinked at her, bringing her other hand up to press against her forehead, like the world was spinning a bit too much first thing in the morning.

“They aren’t upset about it. In fact, I’d probably say they’re happy about it? And I know it’s a lot. And we can talk about it later, between you and me, and with them. But I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, hoping to allay Autumn’s biggest concern. “Not away from you, not them. I’ll swear a blood oath, if you want me to.”

“I’d appreciate if you didn’t,” Autumn managed, in that prim-and-proper voice she had, that Maya adored.

“Here.” She handed Autumn the shirt and the shorts. “Because Honor and Haven are coming in here momentarily. I’m going to get a new sheet real quick, and then we’re all going to cuddle down, because I think all of you could use a real cuddle-fest right about now.”

Maya might not have all of the answers, but she felt pretty certain about that one.

Autumn paused, grabbing the shirt and shorts from Maya, eyes locked onto hers. Maya felt that look ricochet through her body, right down to her toes. Warmth curled through her stomach, climbing into her chest.

Autumn swallowed thickly. “Maya, I…” The short words worked out of her lips, the breath following it was shaky, before she closed her mouth again and leaned in.

The kiss she gave Maya was so full, even though it was brief. She felt the emotion inside of Autumn vibrating through her body – all of the good things and all of the bad things, and how they were combined.

All too soon, she had to break it, pulling back. “Okay,” she breathed against Autumn’s soft lips. “You get dressed. They’re coming in here in a minute.”

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