Chapter 11 Carter
ELEVEN
CARTER
I’m a rebel at heart, the only person I ever listen to being my dad, and when I was younger, I acted out against authority every chance I had.
But when Tyson stands at the center of the room, his hard-on pressing through his sweats and a watchful eye on Jasper and I, all I want to do is please him.
If he likes to be in control, to give out the orders, I’m completely willing to submit to him, even if it’s just to hear him call me good girl again.
I’ve never been called that in my life, usually people use much more vulgar words to describe me, and it warmed something inside me that was previously closed off, frozen, and uninhabitable up until this moment.
Like our bodies are in sync, Jasper and I both look up at Tyson, awaiting his next command with bated breath.
I’ve thrown my morals out the window, ready to be tested in every sense of the word, wondering just how far my limits go, as they’ve never even been pushed.
These two men give me exactly that, and I’ve made peace with the fact that when the sun rises tomorrow I’ll have slept with two men, likely at the same fucking time.
“Did that idiot you fucked eat your pussy, Stellina?” Tyson asks, kicking off his shoes, ripping the shirt off his body, and sliding into the bed, taking up the empty space beside us.
He’s just as ripped as Jasper, but without the tattoos, and I marvel at his pecs, abs, and tree trunk sized arms.
“Uh, no. I’ve never … never done that,” I confess, my cheeks burning bright red as I clue them in to just how inexperienced I am.
To be fair, my father incites fear in every male within a fifty mile radius back home, and the one kid who was brave enough to take my virginity paid a steep price, his life spared just to remember each and every day how badly he crossed the ‘Do Not Touch’ warning sign that was invisibly stamped across my forehead.
“What exactly have you done, my little virgin princess?” Jasper asks, a certain softness in his voice that shocks me, as I look down at him with tears prickling my eyes.
“Well, let’s put it this way, it lasted like four minutes, maybe five,” I admit, this feeling like a sore subject even though I’ve never said it out loud, and Jasper wraps his arms around me tighter.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jasper mutters, placing gentle kisses on my cheeks as he breathes me in, like the fact that I’m so inexperienced makes me more attractive in his eyes.
“Have you ever heard of a safe word, Carter?” Tyson asks, his eyes the size of dimes as he patiently waits for my answer, but instead of speaking, I nod, terrified of what comes next.
If confessing that I’ve had sex for a total of five minutes brings an emotional reaction out of me, what the fuck will the act itself do?
Not to mention, I can already tell by Tyson’s demeanor that he wants to make sure I’m comfortable, and as much of an asshat Jasper is, my first instinct hasn’t proven me wrong yet – he’d never hurt me.
This is supposed to be no strings attached, a casual way to treat myself while I work the hardest mission I’ve ever been assigned, but I have a feeling that after tonight, the emotional side of myself that’s been kept at bay will have no choice but to surface.
“If we do this, and at any point you feel uncomfortable, you have the option to say your safe word, and we’ll both stop, okay?
I want to make sure that you’re alright at every turn, and if you’re not, we’ll respect it.
Immediately,” he explains and as I listen to his words, the emotion in his voice, with every fiber of my being, I believe him.
“Okay,” I whisper, climbing off Jasper and finding comfort in Tyson’s arms, wanting his soft side to guide me through this.
I’d never admit it aloud, but I’m scared.
Kissing them is one thing, but now that we’re here, literally ready to jump off the cliff together, I’m terrified of what happens on the way down.
Fake confidence is one of my specialties, but I’m about to be stripped down to my bones, and for all I know, they won’t like what they see once we reach the other side.
“What’s your favorite knife, Principessina?” Jasper asks, turning over and curling his chest against my back, turning the three of us into a literal sandwich.
“I’m really handy with a butterfly,” I answer, and they both laugh, but not the kind that makes me feel less than, or inferior.
They make me feel like I'm the most important thing in the world, only solidifying the choice of cliff I’m fully flying off of, no parachute or safety harness in sight.
“Of course you are. Okay then, how about we make butterfly your safe word? If you say that, we’ll stop, no matter what,” Jasper whispers against my back, his hands rubbing my shoulders as his breath tickles my neck.
I’ve never been this close to one person, let alone two, and even though I’m about to give up everything to them, I’ve never felt safer.
“Butterfly. I can live with that,” I say, tilting my chin until I’m looking into Tyson’s eyes, his gaze never leaving mine. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I’m done talking, feeling like if I don’t do this right now, I’ll conjure up stupid reasons to back out, even though that’s the last thing I want.
“Lie down, Stellina. Massi, do what you do best,” He commands, and Jasper’s eyes light up, practically bugging out of his head as he slowly slips the skirt, tights, and panties from my body in one swift motion, dragging them down my legs and tossing them onto the floor.
I’m completely naked, barring my lace bralette, but Tyson works it off, tweaking my nipples as Jasper kisses my thighs, slowly spreading my legs apart.
My breathing intensifies the closer he gets, heading toward a place I’ve never been touched before, at least not in this way.
If our kiss earlier was a claiming, this is a full blown stake in ownership, and that thought alone has me dancing along the edge of oblivion.
“Look at me, Carter. Look at me while he eats your perfect little pussy,” Tyson rasps, and I do exactly what he says, averting my gaze from the sight of Jasper’s head between my thighs, straight into Tyson’s deep brown eyes.
“Oh my … fuuuck,” I breathe, my head dipping into the mattress as Jasper’s tongue works around my clit, the sensation overwhelming as he expertly teases spots I never knew needed attention.
This is all brand new, and the sinister smile on Tyson’s face proves that my innocence is exactly what’s going to get them off, to solidify their obsession with me.
“I knew your pussy would be so sweet, Carter. I want you to come for me, all over my face,” Jasper says, teasing his fingers along my entrance, the seconds passing like hours before he finally plunges two inside of me, immediately stretching me as the feeling of fullness causes me to scream.
Tyson presses his lips to mine just as Jasper picks up the pace, thrusting into me while sucking my clit, nibbling every once in a while, the hint of pain mixing like a sensual cocktail.
Tyson tangles his tongue with mine, my moans pouring into his mouth as I feel the tension building in my belly, the urge to explode increasing with each passing second.
“She’s right there, Massi,” Tyson whispers against my lips, his large hand wrapping around the column of my neck, slowly squeezing as my body spasms beneath his, and Jasper’s face.
Instinctively, I clench my thighs together, a breathy scream coming from my chest as I finally feel what it’s like to make it over the edge of that cliff, the orgasm cresting through me like an ebb and flow of waves during high tide.
Tyson’s grip increases, my vision becoming blurry as Jasper thrusts his fingers even deeper, curling them inside of me as he hits a new spot that snaps every last ounce of resolve I have, throwing me into another dimension of pleasure.
“Relax, baby girl. This isn’t going to hurt.” Tyson kisses my forehead tenderly before placing a second hand around my throat, effectively cutting off my air supply as a second wave crashes onto my shores, soaking Jasper and me as I dance on the edge of consciousness.
Just before I pass out, Tyson releases me, and I collapse onto the bed, my body absolutely spent as I shake from what can only be described as aftershocks, like I’m caught in an endless earthquake.
“You did so fucking good for me, Principessina. So. Fucking. Good,” Jasper rasps, scooping me into his arms and accentuating his words by peppering soft kisses on my cheeks, nose, and forehead.
“I … had no idea that was possible,” I breathe, tracing my fingers along his lips, shiny pink from my release, and without a second thought I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Fucking Christ, Carter. You’re going to kill me, but oh, what a way to go.” He breaks our embrace, sharing a look with Tyson that proves they aren’t done with me yet, and a chill-inducing shiver runs down my spine, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
I never knew it was possible to feel this high, to walk above the clouds, but I know that one time – one orgasm – can’t ever satisfy the new craving possessing every molecule inside of me.