Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE HEATHEN
Carter leans over me, dragging his fingers down my throat slowly.
“It physically hurts to be in the same room as you and know I can’t touch you. You’re so fucking beautiful, my heart aches for you.”
Moving back, he gets on his knees beside me as Knox adjusts the metal bar, spreading my legs.
Carter drags his tongue over my nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking.
They were right to restrain me, because if I could, I’d run my hands through his thick dark hair. I understand the ache he described, because I desperately want my hands on him too.
Knox moves out from between my legs, and Carter drags his tongue down my stomach when I yell, “Donut!”
He freezes, and Knox says, “Carter, get up. She used her safeword.”
“No. Don’t,” I say, and am met with two handsome, but confused, expressions.
“I just needed to know you’d really stop.”
Knox rubs his temple, but Carter says, “I understand. May I continue tasting you, Little Heathen?”
I nod, and he sinks his teeth into my side.
“I want to hear you.”
“Yes,” I nearly scream.
Carter moves between my legs and growls, the sound coming from his chest, causing my clit to pulse with need.
“Jesus, Heathen. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Knox comes up beside me, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head before tossing it on the bedside table.
Carter presses his nose against my pussy and inhales deeply.
“Fuck,” he groans, as Knox runs his fingers through my hair.
He drags his tongue up my slit and I gasp, “Carter.”
I lost my virginity years ago, but I’ve never had a mouth on my pussy. It’s hot and dirty and intense. The way Knox watches my face for my reaction only elevates my pleasure.
A tear rolls down my cheek as Carter sucks my clit between his lips.
“Tesoro, what’s wrong?” Knox asks.
Shaking my head, I say, “I want to touch him so bad it hurts.”
Carter digs his fingers into the back of my thighs.
“Untie her hands so she can touch you,” he says, before he groans into my pussy and flicks my clit with quick strokes, causing me to buck my hips with need. I don’t even know what I need, but I need more.
Carter pushes two fingers inside me as Knox undoes the cuffs on my wrists with a stern warning.
“You touch me, Tesoro. Only me. Do not disobey me.”
I rotate both of my wrists to get the feeling back, and promise, “Only you.”
He leans over me, and I reach out and touch his chest, immediately tracing the lines of his tattoo.
Carter curves his fingers inside me while licking my clit with slow swirls of his tongue in a circular motion, and a loud moan slips from me as I dig my nails into Knox’s chest.
“Carter,” I nearly scream.
Knox chuckles soft and low.
“Keep doing whatever you’re doing, brother. Make our girl come.”
The pleasure builds in my core as I unravel.
Carter's tongue on my pussy.
Knox’s thumb swiping across my nipple.
Fingers inside me, coaxing my pleasure, my orgasm threatening to detonate.
The deep voice in my ear.
“That’s it. That’s our girl. Drench his face, Tesoro. There’s no holding back. Not with us.”
My back arches off the bed as I clutch onto Knox, and he holds me as I tremble in his arms.
“Good girl, Tesoro. Our perfect fucking girl.”
Cradling my cheek with his hand, he growls one word. Both an order and a plea.
“Come.”
“Oh my God,” I scream, as something I’ve never felt takes control of my body.
Sex for me has always been gut-wrenching. An experience I tried to disassociate from. Nothing like this.
Two gorgeous men with one common goal. Making me feel good. For the first time, I don’t feel used. Instead, I feel cherished. For the first time in my life, I matter to someone.
To them.