22. Carter
22
Carter
I can’t breathe, I can’t think. Haven is still on top of me, my cum dripping out of her, her body trembling from everything we just did, her breath unsteady as she recovers.
I just had the single greatest moment of my entire fucking life. I can still feel her around me, still feel the way she clenched down, still hear the way she moaned my name, still taste her on my lips, still feel the goddamn high of it.
Fucking Tate. His voice cuts through the haze, filled with amusement that makes my stomach twist. What. The. Fuck?
My brain stutters, my muscles locking up, my pulse still too high, my body still too sensitive to even begin to process what the fuck he just said. But I know one thing, I don’t like it. My arms tighten around Haven on instinct, my grip possessive, my breath still ragged as I snap my head toward Tate, my voice rough. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Tate just tilts his head, I can feel his stupid smirk, I can hear it in the slow, taunting way he exhales. He strokes a hand down Haven’s spine, my jaw clenches, my muscles locking up all over again. “Just finishing what you started, little brother.”
My stomach plummets, my brain catching up, my body going cold despite the heat still lingering between me and Haven.
No, this isn’t fucking happening. I just had her, she’s mine. She came for me, she broke for me, she let me be the one.
And now, Tate is, what? Just sliding in like he fucking owns her, like he has some goddamn right? I shake my head, still trying to wrap my mind around the absolute insanity of what is happening right now, my voice strained as I repeat, “What the fuck do you mean, you’re just getting started?”
Tate lets out a low chuckle, and then without hesitation, without any fucking ounce of restraint, he grips Haven’s waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, keeping her right where he wants her. “Her pussy’s about to get filled again.”
My jaw locks, my pulse pounding, my muscles tensing so tight I feel like I might snap.
“You can be a part of it…” He squeezes her, like he’s making sure I see exactly how easily he can take control. “Or you can fuck off.”
My stomach twists, heat flashing through me, a mix of anger and something else I don’t want to fucking acknowledge. I want her. So fucking badly.
My body is still on fire from being inside her, my cock hardening at the thought of taking her again, of feeling her wrap around me, of hearing her moan my name, of making her mine all over again.
He knows it, he can see it in my hesitation, but instead of answering him, I look at her. At Haven. At the girl I just spent the last hour worshiping, claiming, losing and finding myself inside. At the girl who’s watching me with wide eyes, her breath uneven, her body still trembling between us. I force myself to ask “What do you want, Haven?”
Haven’s breath is ragged, her body still trembling between us, her fingers twitching like she doesn’t know how to say it.
She swallows hard, her lips parting, voice soft, uneven, hesitant… but honest. “I… I want both.”
My heart slams against my ribs, my stomach twisting, my muscles locking up so tight I can barely fucking breathe. I just want to please her. I want to be the one to make her moan, to make her fall apart, to make her tremble, to make her fucking wrecked. If that means sharing, if it means letting Tate have his moment too? Making sure she’s ruined by both of us? Then fuck it, I’ll do it. I take a sharp breath, exhaling slow, dragging a hand through my hair before leveling my gaze at Tate, my voice low, firm, filled with quiet acceptance and just enough warning. “Fine.”
His head tilts slightly, like he wasn’t ready for me to give in so easily.
I square my shoulders, my voice dropping lower. “But keep your fucking mask on.”
Tate’s smile is audible when he exhales a slow, amused breath, tilting his head just slightly in my direction. “Gladly.”
Without another word, he steps around the couch, positioning himself on the same side as me and Haven, making this something I actually agreed to. Fuck, what the hell did I just agree to? I try to ignore him. I try to not look at him, not acknowledge his presence, not think about the fact that he’s about to be inside the same girl I just filled up.
I focus on Haven instead. Her expression, her trembling thighs, the way her lips are parted, swollen, still shining from what she did to Tate.
I focus on the fact that she wants this. She wants me, she wants him. All I feel is fucking desperate. My throat works around the words, voice strained when I finally manage to ask, “How… is this going to work?”
Tate chuckles, because of course he does. He always takes control, he always thinks he’s the one calling the shots, he answers. “She’s going to lay on her back,” he says smoothly, “I’ll be on top of her.” He glances at me now, his masked face unreadable, but I already know what’s coming next. “And you? You’ll use that pretty little mouth of hers from the side of the couch.”
I swallow hard. My hands clench into fists. Before I can second guess, before I can think about how fucked up this is, Haven shifts beneath me.
She moves, obeying, sliding onto her back, waiting.
He grabs a towel from the nearby kitchen counter, running it between Haven’s thighs, cleaning up the mess I left inside her, taking his time like he’s doing it just to tease her, just to remind her that she’s not done being used yet.
All I feel is fucking hard again, the soft little sounds slipping from her lips as he touches her? They go straight to my cock. I shift closer, kneeling beside the couch, needing to feel her, needing to taste her, needing to remind myself that I just had her first.
Tate’s hands press against the insides of her thighs, spreading her wider, positioning himself between them, lining the thick, dripping head of his cock against her pussy. He doesn’t push in. Not yet, he teases her, rubbing the tip against her, making her body twitch, making her gasp and shudder. And I swear to everything, I almost fucking lose it.
Her moans fill my ears, soft and desperate, and all I can think about is how fucking beautiful she sounds, how fucking perfect she looks, how much I need to feel her again. I lean down, dragging my lips over the soft skin of her neck, tracing them down to her collarbone, my tongue lashing out, tasting her. She gasps, arching into me, her hands gripping at my arms, pulling me closer.
I trail my lips lower, sucking her nipple into my mouth, feeling it harden slightly against my tongue, savoring her like I have all the time in the world. Because I do. And I’m going to take my time with her. Even if Tate doesn’t.
Tate grips Haven’s thighs tighter, his voice cutting through her moans as he drags the tip of his cock over her pussy faster. “Look at you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, watching the way her body reacts, how she twitches with every tease of his cock. “Such a pretty perfect pussy. Can’t wait to see how beautiful it looks wrapped around my cock.”
Haven whimpers, her breath catching, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arches into me. Fuck, I can’t stop touching her. I keep my mouth on her, sucking her nipples, letting my tongue lick gently, as I lose myself in her sounds. Her fucking sounds.
She’s moaning so softly, every little noise filling my ears, making my cock ache, making me throb, making it so fucking impossible to do anything but stroke myself as I worship her body. I drag my hand down, gripping myself, jerking slow, feeling the way I throb against my palm, feeling how fucking hard I am just from the way she reacts to both of us.
He’s still teasing her, dragging his cock along her, still pressing against her, still making her tremble with every slow, purposeful stroke.
She’s losing her mind, and I’m right there with her. I can’t hold back anymore. Not with the way she’s moaning, trembling, losing herself under both of us. Not when I know exactly how good she feels with her mouth wrapped around me.
So I move closer, my breath uneven, my cock so fucking hard it aches as I bring it to her lips. The second she sees it she moans. Low, needy, desperate. And fuck, it wrecks me.
My hand trembles as I circle my cock, guiding myself to her, letting her warm breath hit the tip, watching the way her tongue come out to taste me, to soak my head in her spit. Tate stifles a laugh. “Cute,” he murmurs before he leans down, wrapping a hand around her throat, holding her still, keeping her right where he wants her.
I swallow hard, my grip tightening on the base of my cock, my body trembling as I brush the fallen strands of her hair out of her face. I watch her, watch the way her tongue swirls against me, the way her lips part to take me in, the way her eyes flutter closed as she loses herself in the taste of me. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but let her take me, because I’m already fucking hers.
Tate doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ease into it, doesn’t let her adjust. He just shoves inside her, hard, rough, sinking deep with one sharp thrust.
Haven gasps, her body arching, her lips stretching around my cock as the sound gets muffled by me. Fuck, the vibration of her moan shoots straight through me, makes my cock throb in her mouth, makes my fingers tighten in her hair as my hips jerk forward on instinct. I can’t fucking help it.
I start thrusting into her mouth, slow at first, shallow, savoring the wet heat of her, the way she takes me so fucking perfectly.
Tate drives into her deeper. Harder. He grunts, gripping her hips, his movements rough, unrelenting, his pace brutal as he fucks her without restraint.
She whimpers. Her hands clench against my thighs, her body trembling, her throat working around me as she struggles to keep up with both of us.
I know my brother. I know how he is. I know how fucking ruthless he can be. So I try to focus, try to keep myself grounded, try not to let the way she feels around me completely take over as I snap at him between ragged breaths. “Don’t—fuck—don’t hurt her.”
Tate laughs as he leans over her, his mask brushing against her ear, “She can handle it.”
Tate is loud. He has no hesitation, no filter, no shame in letting every single thought slip past his lips as he fucks Haven hard enough to jolt the couch, hard enough to make her whimper, moan, struggle to keep both of us inside her. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he groans, voice thick. “Taking me so fucking well. So goddamn tight, so wet—fuck, you feel that? This is what it’s like to get fucked by someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.”
Mother fuc— I try to ignore him. Try to focus on her instead. Her mouth still wrapped around my cock, so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, and every time Tate thrusts into her, she moans around me, sending vibrations straight through my body. I press a hand against the couch above her head, steadying myself, the other dragging down her chest, palming her tits, rolling a hardened nipple between my fingers as I watch the way her body reacts to everything happening to her. She’s so fucking responsive, desperate. I should be talking to her too, I should be saying something, but all I can do is groan, all I can do is fucking feel.
“Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my brother’s cock,” Tate groans, thrusting into her harder, dragging her against him, forcing a wrecked whimper from her lips. “Bet he’s never had anything like this before, huh? Bet you’re making him lose his fucking mind.”
I groan, my fingers gripping the couch, my cock twitching in her mouth because he’s right. I am losing my fucking mind, I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Tate grips Haven’s hips like he owns her, pulling her back onto his cock with every brutal thrust, his pace ruthless, his words filthier than anything I could ever say. “Fuck, look at you,” he groans, “You love this, don’t you? Letting both of us ruin you, letting us stretch you open, letting me use this pussy like it’s all mine.”
Haven sends another moan around my cock, making my hips jerk forward, making me lose every ounce of hesitation I still had. I fuck her mouth harder, slipping deeper past her lips, feeling her tongue glide along my length, feeling the warmth of her throat tighten around me every time Tate slams into her. “Y-you take me so well, baby—so fucking perfect.”
He drags a hand down gripping the nape of her neck, pinning her in place as he fucks her harder, deeper, groaning at the way she clenches around him. “Such a greedy fucking girl,” he pants, “taking everything we give you, letting us fucking ruin you.”
Haven moans around me, her entire body trembling, her fingers clawing at my thighs, trying to ground herself, trying to keep up, but she can’t, she’s too fucking lost in the way we’re both using her.
I’m right there with her. I can’t do anything except fuck into her mouth harder, let her lips wrap around me, let her take me as deep as she can, because I’ve never felt anything like this in my fucking life.
Tate just laughs, slamming into her harder, dragging her back onto his cock like he’s making a fucking point. “That’s it,” he groans, “take it”—he pounds harder, “like a good girl.”
Fuck, I can’t take it. The way her tongue moves against me, the way her throat tightens, the way she moans, it’s too much. A deep, wrecked groan tears from my throat, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips snapping forward one last time before I lose it. I spill inside her mouth, thick cum filling her throat, and she takes it all, swallows around me, taking me for everything I have. I don’t even realize I’m talking, don’t even realize I’ve started whispering the words to her. “That’s it, baby, f-fuck, you feel so good, you take me so fucking well.”
Tate groans at that, his pace growing rougher, his thrusts harder, more punishing as he grips her waist and pulls her back onto his cock. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, “swallow all of him while I fucking ruin you.”
Haven yelps, moans, her body jerking forward under the force of Tate’s thrusts, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away, she fucking loves it. I need her. Need to feel her, taste her, remind her who just filled her mouth. I grab her chin, tilting her face up, crashing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue as she melts into me. Her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body still shuddering, still taking everything Tate is giving her. Finally she manages to talk, her voice uneven, raw. “More.”
Tate lets out a groan, slamming into her even harder, making her cry out. “Fuck, pretty girl, you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that.”
I swear to God, I’m already getting hard again. Haven gasps against my lips, her body trembling beneath both of us, but she doesn’t back down. She doesn’t whimper, doesn’t shy away, doesn’t let Tate think for a fucking second that she’s broken yet. Instead, she talks back. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Tate goes still, just for a second. Just long enough for me to see the way his shoulders tense, the way his grip flexes against her waist, like she just fucking dared him.
His fingers snap up, wrapping around her throat hard, pulling her up against his chest as he slams into her, harder, rougher, a pace so brutal it rocks her forward, forcing a sharp, choked-out moan from her lips. “You wanna be fucked like a pretty slut, is that it?” Tate growls, his voice nothing but raw. “Then fucking take it.” His hand tightens on her throat, his other locking onto her hip as he drags her onto his cock, forcing her to take every single inch of him, every rough snap of his hips, every brutal thrust as he claims her.
My cock aches. It should be fucking spent, should be completely done after everything I just gave her, should be softening by now, but… but watching her fall apart between us, watching the way she fights back, watching the way she gets off on being handled like this? God, this is fucking insane.
I should snap at Tate, should tell him to be careful, should remind him that this is Haven, not some random hookup, not some meaningless fuck.
Instead I just watch. Tate’s grip tightens on Haven’s throat before he suddenly shifts, pulling her up, flipping their positions, dragging her into his lap so that she’s straddling him.
Her knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs, her hands gripping his shoulders, and I can see it, all of it.
The way her pussy is stretched around him, the way her breath shudders as he thrusts up into her, the way his hands lock onto her ass, guiding her movements as she starts riding him. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I should be out of my fucking mind after everything that’s happened. But my cock? It’s fucking rock hard again.
Tate is still running his mouth. “That’s right, pretty,” he groans, guiding her up and down on his cock, “fucking take it. Thought you were all mouth before, but look at you now, riding me like you were made to take every inch of me.”
Haven whimpers, tipping her head back, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as she moves faster, as Tate keeps up with her, his hips snapping up, meeting every drop of her weight.
And then, she moans my fucking name.
Not Tate’s. Mine. Tate’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into her skin like a warning, like he’s about to remind her who’s inside her right now. I lose it. I don’t even think, I just move. I slide onto the couch beside them, reach out, grabbing Haven right off Tate’s cock, dragging her into my lap. The second she’s settled, the second she gasps, her body pressing against mine? I sink inside her. Deep, all at once.
Tate doesn’t fight me. He just leans back, watching, his hand already circling his cock, stroking himself instantly, his other hand reaching between us, his fingers finding Haven’s clit.
Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel his fingers rubbing against her while I pound into her, feel the way she clenches tighter, the way she trembles, the way she’s absolutely fucking ruined between us. And I don’t know who’s in control anymore. All I know is that I need to keep going.
Tate’s hand moves faster, rubbing tight, devastating circles against Haven’s clit while his other hand strokes his cock, his grip rough, his pace brutal.
And fuck, he’s loud. Moaning, groaning, completely unfiltered, letting every filthy thought spill past his lips as he watches me pound her. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he rasps, “take every fucking inch of him.You love it, don’t you? Bet you love being stretched open by my brother while I watch, while I get off to the way you fall apart between us.”
Haven yelps, her nails clawing at my arms, her breath completely ruined as I slam into her, as my hips snap up, as I bury myself inside her over and over again.
I don’t hold back, not anymore. I know what she wants now, I know exactly how to fuck her, exactly how to make her moan, exactly how to pull those desperate, broken sounds from her lips. I know exactly how to be such a good boy for her. So I give her everything. I go all the way in, with every single thrust, filling her so deep she gasps, yelps, her body clamping down on me like she doesn’t want to let go. Fuck, her moans. They’re loud, sharp, completely fucking unrestrained, filling my ears, filling Tate’s ears, echoing in the space around us like music, like fucking perfection.
Tate groans, stroking himself harder, his voice thick as he watches. “Goddamn, look at you, Carter,” he pants, “finally learning how to fucking give it to her.”
Haven, losing herself, moaning, falling apart, clenching around me while Tate circles her clit, while I fill her over and over again, while both of us take her exactly the way she wants.
Tate’s hands tighten on Haven’s waist, his grip firm and he yanks her off of me.
I instantly whimper at the loss, my body twitching, my cock throbbing, aching, desperate to be inside her again, but Tate doesn’t care.
He’s already bending her over the back of the couch, lining himself up taking exactly what he wants. He slams into her, hard, deep, unrelenting, dragging a broken cry from her lips as he grips her hips, as he pulls her back onto him, as he fucks her like he’s claiming her. His voice is possession as he groans, “This is what you wanted, pretty. To be used. To be fucked, over and over again. To be filled.”
Haven yelps again, her fingers clawing at the couch, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants as Tate fucks her harder, his cock driving deeper, his pace punishing, brutal, unforgiving. His groan is low, his grip tightening as he thrusts into her one last time, burying himself deep as he spills inside her, filling her up with everything he has.
I can’t wait, I don’t clean her up, don’t even let him pull out before I’m shoving him away and sinking right the fuck back inside her.
Tate grunts, letting me take over, stepping back as I claim her again, as I fuck her just as hard, as I lose every last ounce of restraint.
“Fuck, Haven,” I groan, my voice breaking, “you’re so fucking full, you’re dripping with it.”
Haven whimpers, her body already shaking, but I don’t stop. I need her to know I can do it better, anything for her. I pound into her, desperate, wild. I slam into her one last time, my breath sharp as I let go, as I spill inside her, filling her up again, my cum mixing with Tate’s as I moan against her back. I know I just completely fucking ruined us.