Chapter 38 #3
Then I start stroking. Long, slow pulls. Up. Down. Just enough friction to make them both tense, but not enough to send them spiraling yet.
Carter’s the first to be breathless, his hips twitching against the bed like he’s trying not to thrust into my hand. “Haven…”
“Be good,” I purr, dragging my thumb over his tip just as I twist my wrist around Tate’s base. “You wanted this.”
Tate groans, head tipping back against the bed. “F-Fuck, that mouth…”
Carter lets out the softest, most desperate sound I’ve ever heard. “Please… please, baby—”
“God, look at you,” I whisper. “So pretty when you whine for me.”
Tate’s teeth grit. “You’re gonna make him blow first.”
“Oh yeah?” I smile, speeding up my strokes just a little—tightening my grip, twisting slightly at the top.
Tate lets out a groan. “Fuck, I hope I lose.”
Carter whimpers again, his thighs trembling, breath hitching hard. “I’m so close…”
“Really now?” I murmur, leaning close to his ear. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
I stroke them both harder now, they’re both leaking, both desperately holding on.
“You look so good like this,” I whisper. “Two perfect fucking messes. My messes.”
Carter lets out a broken moan. Tate’s hips buck, chasing it. “Who’s gonna give it to me first?” I taunt. “Who’s gonna lose?”
Tate moans. “Me. Fuck—me, angel. I’m gonna come all over your fucking hand. Look at me.”
As I do he locks eyes with me, his chest heaving, and he comes with a groan, hot and thick over my knuckles as he rides it out with a stuttering breath. “Fuck yes. Fucking knew I’d lose.”
Carter gasps and I don’t slow down. “Please—Haven—oh fuck—”
He spills all over my hand within seconds, his hips jerking.
Tate’s watching me like he hasn’t had enough, his hand comes up, pressing his thumb lightly under my chin. “Don’t waste it.”
Carter shifts beside him, still catching his breath, but his eyes drop instantly.
Tate’s grip tightens just slightly. “You made the mess, take care of it.”
I lean in slow at first, my mouth brushing along Tate’s cock as I clean him up, making sure I don’t miss anything.
His exhale is shaky this time. “Yeah…” he breathes, voice dropping. “That’s it. Slow, pretty girl. Don’t rush.”
Carter lets out a soft, wrecked sound beside him, dragging a hand down his face. “Haven—fuck…”
I go slower with Carter, letting it build instead of rushing through it. My tongue moves along him with the same attention, but I take longer, tracing him.
He sucks in a breath. “Haven—.”
I keep going, making sure every inch is accounted for, when Tate’s hand suddenly closes around the back of my neck and pulls me up into a kiss.
Carter leans back. “Round three?” he murmurs, his hand brushing mine. “I just… I want you to feel good again. That’s all.”
I lean back against Carter for a second, letting out a little laugh. “Round three, huh? You sure you can keep up?” I tease, wiggling my fingers between them.
Before Carter can say anything else, Tate’s sliding me onto his lap, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other bracing me by the shoulder. “Not a joke, pretty girl.”
His hand slips under my pillow, and when it comes back up, he’s holding his red neon mask.
Carter groans. “Oh, no. Not this again.”
“Oh, yes,” Tate purrs, as he slides it over his face, the sharp glow of red bathing his jaw. “We broke in the bed. Might as well break her next.”
He reaches under the pillow again and pulls out another mask. This one’s blue, but perfectly matching his.
He tosses it to Carter who catches it mid-air, stares down at it like it’s glowing hot.
He swallows. “You’re serious?”
Tate tilts his head. “Thought you said you’d try new things, little brother.”
Carter hesitates for a second. Then looks at me before he exhales hard and pulls the mask over his head. The soft blue glow kicks on—and holy fuck.. He still looks like Carter, but somehow not.
Tate strokes a finger down my cheek. “Look at you,” he whispers. “Our pretty player one.”
Carter’s breath hitches, and I feel his fingers trailing up my thigh again. “Tell us what you want,” he says, voice rougher now under the mask.
I roll my hips harder into Tate’s lap, feeling him tense beneath me. “This… this is hands down one of the hottest things ever.”
“Hey… go grab my knife from the nightstand,” he groans to Carter. “The silicone one.”
Carter huffs, and scrambles to his feet and nearly tripping over the edge of the bed. He sprints down the hall toward Tate’s room, the door slamming softly behind him. A few moments later, he returns, holding the silicone knife and he drops to his knees on the bed, sliding the knife across to Tate.
I blink at them. “What… what are you gonna do with that?”
Tate grins. “I plan to make you beg, pretty girl, make you remember why you crave every inch of me.”
He rubs his thumb in tight circles against my clit before slipping the handle of the knife inside me.
“Fuckkkk angel, you’re gripping my knife like you’ve missed it more than you missed me.”
Carter kisses the back of my hand. “You’re okay. You’re perfect. So fucking beautiful like this.”
Tate slides it deeper making my head tip back.
“I should leave it there,” he groans. “Should make you ask before I take it out and replace it with my cock.” He thrusts the handle deeper, it’s nearly as thick as he is and it sends my pussy throbbing.
“Ride it, pretty girl,” he groans, his fingers tightening on the handle while the flat edge presses against cock. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you fucking yourself on it.”
I dig my knees into Tate’s thighs, bouncing harder. “Fuck, T-Tate.” I can hardly manage to get his name out.
Carter moves his mask just enough to brush my lips with his. “God, you ride so good,” he whimpers, his hands gripping my waist, holding me steady. I tilt into him, letting him kiss me while Tate moans louder, “Ride it for me, pretty girl… just like that.”
When he finally removes the blade, replaces it with the brutal slide of his cock all —I come undone so violently, I nearly black out.
Carter’s right there, one hand in my hair, the other stroking himself. “You sounds so pretty when you do that baby,”
“Don’t worry, golden boy. You’re next.”
“Oh fuck, Tate, please,” he begs. “You want me in your pussy baby? While he fucks your mouth?”
I barely manage to nod before Tate is pushing my head into the bed. I feel Carter’s hands settle on my hips as he slowly thrusts into my pussy.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take every inch,” he groans. His hands grip my hips harder holding me in place, each stroke hitting deeper than the last.
Tate kneels in front of me, his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches my face.
He traces my lips with his thumb. “Look at you, pretty girl, so fucking beautiful with Carter’s cock buried in you.
” He pushes his thumb past my lips, and I suck on it instinctively, swirling my tongue around it.
Carter’s pace quickens, “So fucking wet for me.”
Tate removes his thumb and replaces it with the head of his cock. “Open up, pretty girl. Let me feel that tongue.” I part my lips, and he slides inside, the salty taste of his precum immediately coating my tongue.
I moan around his cock, the vibrations making him groan and throw his head back. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He threads his fingers through my hair, his grip tightening just enough to hold me in place.
Carter reaches around and finds my clit. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock when you fall apart.” His touch is soft, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Tate begins to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking in a shallow rhythm. “That’s it, pretty girl, take it. Take all of us.”
The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Carter’s fingers on my clit, his cock pounding into me, and Tate’s dick sliding in and out of my mouth. It’s too much and not enough, my whole body tenses.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Carter whimpers.
Tate’s grip on my hair tightens. “Look at me when you come, pretty girl. I want to see your eyes.”
I force my gaze up to meet his, my vision blurring as I cry out, the sound muffled by Tate’s cock as my body convulses, my pussy clamping down on Carter’s dick.
“Fuck, yes,” Carter whines, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “So fucking tight, sweetheart, I’m gonna fill your pussy.”
Tate’s hips jerk, and with a final, deep thrust his hot cum coats my tongue and throat. I swallow it down as quickly as I can.
Carter follows a moment later, his body stiffening as he buries himself deep inside me, his own cum pulsing into my clenching pussy. He collapses against my back, and Tate’s eyes meet mine.
“Switch.”
Carter groans, hesitating. “I… I’m still—”
“You’ll be fine.”
I shake my head. “Tate… I can’t—”
He presses me into his lap and I feel every inch of him inside me before I can finish my sentence. His hands grip my hips, tilting me, rocking me up into him slowly. “Just like this… slow and steady. Trust me, pretty girl.”
My thighs tremble as I cling to him, moaning “Fuck… ,” I gasp as my fingers clutch his shoulders.
I hear Carter shift behind me, hesitating, and Tate motions hi head towards my pussy. “Come on Carter, just a second. I’ll guide you. You’ll fit this time, I promise.”
Carter swallows hard. “Are… are you sure? I don’t want to hurt—.”
“You won’t,” Tate groans, tilting me against him. “I’ve got her. You just slide in, slow. She wants it, right pretty girl, you ready?”
“I-I think so,” I breathe, my hips rocking unconsciously against him.
The second Carter starts moving in behind me, guided by Tate’s hands on my hips, the stretch doubles me over. “Oh fuck… Carter!” I cry out.
My chest presses against Tate’s chest, and he keeps me steady. “That’s it, feel him. You can take him. You’re safe with us.”
Carter groans, shoving forward carefully. “Shit… you feel so good, Haven,” he says with a breath ragged, his hands on my hips above Tate’s.
I bite my lip, trying to ride both of them, shivering with the overwhelming fullness.
“I… I can’t—fuck—so much!” My hips jerk, my chest pressing harder against Tate as he guides me and groans in my ear, one hand braced against my stomach now, the other on my hip.
“I’ve got you, angel. Just a few more seconds. Breathe, you’re okay.”
Carter whimpers behind me. “You’re incredible, Haven… don’t stop. Just… oh fuck…”
I’m trembling against Tate, rocking down on them, every movement sends fire through me, and I can feel Carter moving inside me, thrusting slow at first, then faster, chasing his own rhythm.
“Shit, Haven… you feel so good,” He pants, his hands brushing over my ribs. “God… you’re incredible.”
“I… I can’t—oh fuck, I’m so full!” I cry out again into Tate as he tilts me, controlling my every roll and grind. “Tate… too much—”
“Don’t stop, pretty girl, I’ve got you. Ride it. Ride us both.”
I shiver as I try to match both their movements, my hips bucking against Tate as he leans me back, holding me just right, just enough so that Carter can hit me deeper.
Carter groans, burying his face close to my neck. “Fuck, Haven… I can’t—shit, I’m losing it,” he pants, gripping my hips tighter. His movements are messy, desperate, and I feel his cum shoot inside me, every pulse catching me off guard.
“Ride it, pretty girl. That’s it, take my brother’s cum.” Tate groans, his hands pushing harder against my stomach. “Don’t stop. Take him. Take me. You’re perfect for this. Fuckkk, just like that!”
I whimper at the feeling of Carter slide out of me. “Ohhhh fuck, oh god!” My hands clutch at Tate and then it happens mid-thrust there’s a sudden crack.
Followed by a very obvious collapse. The bed frame gives out. All three of us go tumbling sideways in a mess of limbs and tangled sheets.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, staring at the ceiling. “Did we just—?”
“We definitely broke the bed,” Carter mutters with a bright red face.
Tate groans, rolling to his side and propping himself up on one elbow. “Fucking worth it.”
I start laughing. Like, ugly laughing, until Carter joins in and Tate groans again only to snort halfway through and bury his face in my stomach.
We lie there for a while on a broken mattress and it feels perfect.
“Guess I need to buy a need a new bed,” I whisper.
Tate drags his palm down my thigh. “King-sized this time. Reinforced.”