Chapter 38 Carter
THIRTY-EIGHT
CARTER
This exact scenario, down to the words spoken, has run through my mind a thousand times, haunted my dreams, and sent me on a rollercoaster of doubt, wondering if I can truly take this leap, and be with these men at the same time.
Now, I’m face-to-face with my fantasies, and I won’t dare allow myself to be afraid, or back out, instead choosing to grab life by the balls — literally.
It feels as if I’m spinning, using this newfound courage to voice my desires, but when Tyson looks at me, everything clicks into place.
All at once, I feel his love, the safety he provides, and the tenderness in his soul, reminding me of the home I’ve found within him.
It should be scary, taking this big of a leap, but with Tyson and Jasper, anything that’s ever felt larger than life has been worth every second, and I know in my heart that this is right.
“I want to be on top of you while Jasper is behind me,” I say, finding my confidence as the words spill from my lips, and both of them look like they could disappear into thin air, their eyes alight with pure mischief.
“Your wish is my command, Principessina.” Jasper pounces on me, putting all his weight on my body while he drags his tongue along my skin, his icy silver irises blown out with love, and lust.
“Get her ready, Massi,” Tyson orders, carrying me to the bed, and placing my ass in the air, slapping my skin before slipping around and kissing my lips tenderly.
Without hesitation, Jasper spits on my ass, rubbing his saliva along my back hole, and dipping two fingers into my pussy.
“Fucking hell. You’re soaked, Carter. Does it turn you on, thinking about us both fucking you at the same time?” He asks, his expert thrusts already cascading waves through my belly, the pressure building to the ultimate crescendo.
“Oh Jasper, fuck! Yes! Yes, I want to be filled by you both!” I cry out, my orgasm slamming into me as he dips a finger into my ass, pushing through the ring of muscle and stealing all the breath from my lungs.
“You look so pretty, baby girl,” Tyson groans, his hands roaming along my body, each and every curve at his mercy while goosebumps prickle along my skin in his wake.
While I attempt to come down from the high, Jasper keeps working my tight, untouched hole, and it feels like another claiming – his way of finally possessing me wholly.
Each finger stretches me further, the sensation almost too much to bear, but every nerve ending in my body is on fire, desperate for more, and I can’t stop the moans that leave my lips.
“You ready for this baby girl?” Tyson asks, my hips grinding against his throbbing cock, and I whimper in response, slipping into the desperate, needy mess that only these boys can bring out in me.
Within a second, I feel the head of Jasper’s cock pushing against my back hole, the pressure causing me to squirm on Tyson’s chest, but he grabs my chin, redirecting my focus.
“Keep your eyes on me, Carter. I want to watch you while he fucks your ass,” he whispers against my neck, his tongue teasing my pulse point, and I force my eyes into his, a gasp escaping my lips as Jasper pushes further.
The last ounce of resolve snaps, my rings of muscle breached, and for the first time, Jasper thrusts inside of me slowly, my vision blurred with stars as I’m catapulted into a brand new realm of pleasure.
Before I can even process these new sensations, a familiar one joins the party, and the second Tyson plunges all the way into my core, I scream so loud my voice cracks, ricocheting off the walls.
“Holy fucking shit. Jasper, Tyson. I’m …” My words trail off, my body taking over as I move my hips in tune with their thrusts, feeling each and every inch they have to offer.
“You’re what, Principessina?” Jasper asks, tangling his hands in my hair, pulling my back against his chest while his lips leave rough kisses along my neck.
“Full. So fucking full,” I whine, placing my hands on Tyson’s chest as I get accustomed to riding them both at the same time, my body craving more and more.
“You hear that, Ty? Our little slut is full of cock,” he grunts, picking up the pace as he descends further inside of me, drawing the screams from my lips with ease.
“She’s the perfect cock whore,” Tyson chimes in, gripping my hips as his thrusts become harder, and a second orgasm begins to build, my head foggy as the pleasure and pain mix like a cocktail I could easily become addicted to.
On one hand, it fucking burns, my body being stretched in ways I never knew it could, but the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through my bones is higher than I’ve ever felt, like I could walk on water or test the limits of gravity.
My limbs are numb, my body trembling as I’m reduced to nothing but two holes between two men, and yet, I’ve never felt more alive.
Every microsecond that the three of us have shared has led to this moment, where I become their third, solidifying us as a trio, from now until eternity.
I’ll never make a move without them, and in turn, they’ll keep me in mind while moving forward through this life.
Although it’s an unspoken vow, I have a feeling we’ll find a way to uphold it, to honor the filthy fucking things we’re doing, and I know for damn sure that I’d rather die than lose what we have.
In a split second, Tyson restores my presence in reality, snaking both hands around my throat and squeezing lightly, a warning of what's to come.
“You trust me, baby girl?” He asks, his voice dropping low as his dark eyes shimmer in the dim lighting, gazing up into mine with a playful, yet dominating look that captivates me instantly, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yes, with my life.” I press a kiss to his cheek, grinding my hips into his while Jasper slows his thrusts to match Tyson’s, a slight moment of relief coming before what I can only assume will be my final reckoning.
“This isn’t going to hurt,” Tyson says, cutting off my air supply while Jasper grips my shoulders, the few seconds of nothingness quickly replaced with reckless, heart-thrashing thrusts that test every bit of strength I possess.
As hard as I try to speak, to cry out in pleasure, the words are trapped beneath Tyson’s hands, and I can’t let them know how fucking good they’re making me feel.
Instead, they’re forced to rely on my body for clues, and when I begin to tremble under their grasp, I think they’re clued in, both of them releasing guttural moans from their chests, the tension only growing as we chase simultaneous climaxes.
“She’s so fucking close,” Tyson mutters, his husky voice sending shockwaves from my head, all the way down to my toes, and I clench my thighs in response, earning deep sighs from the men buried deep in my holes.
“Jesus Christ, my little cock vessel. So. Fucking. Tight. I’m going to cum deep inside your ass, is that what you want?
My fucking cum dripping from your asshole?
” Jasper slaps my cheeks hard in succession, landing each and every one with purpose, the sting shooting me into another galaxy, but with Tyson’s monstrous hands around my throat, I can only moan in response.
“Say please, Carter,” Tyson commands, jerking my head until our eyes meet, and I swallow around his palms, the words barely audible as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room.
“Pl-please … ple-please, Jasper,” I choke out, saliva and tears falling down my face as I voice my deepest desire, and both boys groan around me, my words igniting the final inferno that will engulf us all in flames, in the best of fucking ways.
“Fuck!” Jasper finishes with a roar, his body tensing against my back as he collapses on top of me, and I attempt to grind into Tyson, riding out one man’s orgasm while actively drawing another from the other man perched below me.
“Claim me, Tyson. Fucking cum inside of me,” I challenge, nipping at his bottom lip while I grind my hips back and forth, my clit dragging deliciously along his pelvis as I chase another orgasm.
“Such a greedy girl, desperate to be filled with our cum,” he groans, accelerating my pace while keeping his hands around my throat, his grasp becoming harder with each passing second.
“Fall apart for me, baby girl,” he orders, and although I never thought I could force my body to orgasm on command, the second his lips hover above mine, my vision goes black, and I explode around him, my body convulsing on top of his.
“What a fucking sight,” Jasper moans, his hands roaming along my arms as I collapse onto Tyson’s chest, floating in and out of consciousness, feeling like I’ve reached the absolute edge of the universe tonight, my body spent from the uproar of pleasure.
Kisses and whispers fill the air, while hands rub every inch of my skin, and words of praise leave lips, falling onto my ears, but I couldn’t place any of it if I tried.
I’m nothing but arms, legs, and a brain, running on autopilot as every ounce of energy has been exhumed from my body, discarding my soul to be puppeteered by the two men I’ve entrusted with my life.
“Come here, my little warrior, let’s get you into the bath,” Jasper says, and I barely register his words as he scoops me into his arms, his massive frame enveloping me into a sense of safety as he drops me into the scalding hot water.
“Oh, fuck. I’m on fire!” I cry, grasping the side of the tub with tears in my eyes, the burning reminder of what my body just withstood coming back at full force.
“It’s okay, baby girl, I’ve got you.” Tyson practically jumps into the tub, his massive body cradling mine, lessening the burn as his arms wrap me into a safety cocoon where nothing could possibly hurt me.
At the same time, I’m missing something, like half of me is lost and looking for it’s home, but when I look up, I find it staring at me with a devious grin while leaning against the marble countertop.
“Jasper, please,” I whine, and after a few beats of silence, Tyson moves my limp body, and another set of muscles slides under the water, his arms wrapping around me in perfect harmony.
“You’re beyond my wildest nightmares, my little ice princess.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, snuggling against my left side, and even though my body is begging for rest, I pull him until our lips meet in the middle.
After what we just did – the three of us making love, together – I need to feel close to them both, to feel the tender sides of them that balance out the rougher parts.
Even through our exhaustion, Jasper finds a way to turn our kiss from passionate to hot and heavy, his tongue fighting with mine, our teeth clashing as I slip my hand around his throat, pinning him to the porcelain while I climb into his lap.
“Fuck Principessina, what are you doing to me?” He groans, breaking our lips apart, his cheeks flushed with heat and tattoos on full display.
Rather than answer him with words, I lean over, grabbing Tyson by the back of his neck, cupping his face with one hand as I bring his lips to mine.
Taking my time with him, I slowly explore his mouth with mine, falling into a perfect synchrony as I feel my body shift, realizing that Jasper is quite literally sharing me, my legs straddling both of them.
It’s reflective of how close the three of us are, there never being any blurred lines or a proximity that’s proven to be too much.
My boys are confident in their sexuality, not minding their bodies touching naked, while in a bathtub, as long as we’re all together.
Taking turns, I’m passed between them, grinding my hips along their thighs, tangling my tongue with theirs, and feeling nothing but love while we fall into each other.
This is domesticated bliss, something I could wake up to every day, and fall asleep with at night’s end, for the rest of my life.
We’re on the cusp of the biggest decision of our lives, abandoning the families we were born into, and swore our loyalty to, but my life has drastically changed course, sending me down a path that should terrify me.
Since I was a teenager, I believed in the dream I was sold, to run the Cassini Family across the California coast, and I never thought I’d be able to picture a future where that didn’t come true.
Today, my dreams are vastly different, and I wouldn’t change a single thing that I’ve done since arriving at Emory – the place where my life truly began.