Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CARTER
Knox smirks at me.
“Had your fill yet, brother?”
Arching a brow at him, I smirk. “Never.”
I kneel between her legs, taking in the gorgeous sight before me.
Her face is flushed as Knox continues dragging his knuckles down her skin while praising her.
I can tell she’s eating it up. His words are exactly what she needs.
Knowing what I do about her background, she’s likely never had anyone tell her how fucking perfect she is.
I drag my fingers down her soaked slit and push my fingers into my mouth, tasting her delectable pussy once again.
I grip my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times, fully aware that she’s watching me, her gaze hungry.
“You like that, Tesoro?” Knox asks, and she nods slightly while licking her lips.
My brother watches her with rapt attention.
“Carter is going to fuck you. Is that okay, Tesoro?”
She stares at my cock like a hungry little vixen as she nods.
“Yes, I want this, I want Carter inside me,” she answers, her voice quiet but sure.
Knox glances at me before returning his gaze to her.
“Carter, take it nice and slow. You’ll want to slam into her, but try to take your time. Let her get used to your size.”
Dragging his fingers down her face, he says, “We should probably get condoms. I am sure you’re not on birth control.”
Heather closes her eyes tight, pain evident on her face, and exhales a long, shaky breath.
“I-I can’t get pregnant. It’s impossible. Please don’t make me explain why right now.”
He kisses her softly.
“Put everything out of your mind, Tesoro. Nothing exists outside of this room.”
“Good girl,” I groan, as I push inside her pussy a few inches at a time. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like, but this is so much more. I’m not even fully inside her, and I know I don’t ever want this to end.
“More,” she cries out, and it takes everything I have to not do exactly what my brother warned me I’d want to.
“Rock back and forth. You’ll know when she’s ready for more,” my brother coaches me. “It won’t be her words that convince you.”
Unsure of his meaning, I move from side to side, stretching her pussy to take the rest of me.
It’s not long before I see the most sensual sight—Heather digging her fingers into Knox’s hair, her back arching off the bed, as she all but screams. Knox was right, I don’t need her words when I have my beautiful, desperate Little Heathen coming apart underneath me.
“Please, Carter. Oh my God. I need more. Fucki-”
I push all the way inside her, cutting her off, as I watch this girl, my real life fantasy, fall apart for me, her pussy wrapped tight around my length as I bottom out.
I dig my fingers into her skin, loving the way she feels under my fingertips, as I pull out and push back inside her.
Our gazes meet, and she steals the breath from my lungs.
Her blonde hair splayed around her on my pillow.
Blue eyes on mine.
Lips slightly parted as she moans sweetly.
Nails digging into my brother's chest.
Her heavy breaths matching mine.
Knox is here with us, but all I see is her—My Little Heathen, begging for more with every whimper that passes her beautiful, full lips.
“Carter,” she cries, and I see the anguished yearning staring back at me. The desperate desire to touch me the way I am her.
“I know, gorgeous girl. Put your hands on Knox instead.”
It’s not enough. It never will be. But this is more than I’ve ever been able to manage. For her it’s not enough but for me—it’s a fucking dream.
Knox lowers his head and crashes his lips to hers while I increase my speed and slam back inside her repeatedly. He swallows her whimpers as her pussy clenches my cock, squeezing it so tight I lose control. It feels too fucking good, and while I don’t want this to end, I have no choice.
Knox pulls back from her as I fill her with my come. She whimpers softly as my cock twitches inside her— her every sound something I want to memorize.
My brother stares down at her affectionately as I pull out of her, our eyes locked, both of us knowing this wasn’t just sex. This was something beyond sex. Our souls are connected like our bodies were.
“Ready for more, Tesoro?” Knox asks, tearing my Little Heathen’s gaze from mine.
Her lips turn up into the softest smile as she answers a simple, “Yes.”
Knox steps back and gets undressed, and I spot her chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.
“What is it, Little Heathen?”
She takes a deep breath, as if she’s afraid to state what she wants. I already know what she’s going to say, and I want to hear the words.
“Can you touch me? I need you to touch me, Carter.”
I desperately want to give this girl everything. She deserves to receive the same affection she gives, but I just can’t.
Knox spots my undoing before she does.
“Carter, don’t. Tesoro, if you want him to touch you, you need to be restrained.”
Her eyes dart between the two of us before she rolls them.
“I know the rules. Just do it.”
My brother chuckles, “Such a beautiful brat,” as I climb off the bed to give him space. Knox removes the spreader bar, and she rubs her thighs.
“Tesoro, get on your knees, hands behind your back. Carter, lay where she was, on your back.”
I get onto the bed and lie down with my legs spread, as Heather kneels between them, staring at my knees just inches away from hers. I can fucking see the want in her expression.
“Little Heathen?”
Her eyes snap to mine. “I won’t.”
Knox gets on the bed behind her and holds onto her wrists.
“Grab her shoulders, and slowly pull her down on top of you.”
I place one hand on her, then the other, and pull her on top of me, her eyes shining down on me like I’m giving her the fucking world.
I adjust my legs so they are out of the way, as our girl lays her head on my shoulder, her gaze full of so much emotion. She sighs softly while I stroke my fingers down her back.
“Thank you,” she says with tears in her eyes.
Her tits press against my chest, and I can feel her heart pounding wildly. She stares at me with an expression I can’t place, like she thinks I’m something more than I am. I palm the back of her head as she gasps my name.
“Carter.”
It’s breathy and filled with contentment. This moment, holding her close to me, is everything I need.
Knox pushes inside her, and she cries out, “Oh my God.”
I thought I’d be jealous of my brother fucking my Little Heathen, but I’m surprisingly not.
Together we can give this perfect girl everything she needs.
Her, lying in my arms like this, fills every fucking need I have.
I had never fucked a woman before today, and I’ve never simply held one like this either.
Her skin against mine is a soothing balm for my tortured soul.
Pain evaporates, and in its place is pure bliss.
I’m not naive enough to think I’m healed—my demons will never leave me alone.
But she’s the reprieve.
The moment of clarity in the dark.
If this is a mental illness, I never want a cure.
Maybe it’s madness.
Beautiful fucking madness.