33. Haven
33
Haven
H is words wrap around me, making my body ache in the worst, best fucking way. My mind has been slipping back to last night, to the way I came completely undone with both of them, to the way I was wrecked so thoroughly I still feel it, still crave it, still want more.
Fuck. I shouldn’t let the thought of Tate filling me up again make my entire body tighten with need. He just gave me permission to stop pretending otherwise.
I let out a slow, uneven breath, my fingers trailing down his stomach, feeling every muscle tense beneath my touch, watching the way his eyes narrow, the way his breath catches when I let my hand slip lower, teasing at the waistband of his sweats. “Carter,” I murmur, shifting in his lap, grinding against him, feeling just how fucking hard he still is for me. “Are you really okay with it?”
His jaw clenches, his fingers twitching where they rest on my waist, and fuck, the way he looks at me like he already knows where this is going, like he’s just waiting for me to say it, waiting for me to admit it.
I press my lips to his jaw, teasing, letting my breath dance over his skin, my voice just loud enough to send a shiver through him. “Because I think you are.”
He groans, his grip tightening, his cock pulsing beneath me, and I smirk, dragging my nails lower, dipping just beneath the fabric, feeling the heat of him, feeling the way his entire body reacts to my touch.
“I think you like it,” I whisper, teasing the tip of him, feeling the way he jerks beneath me, his hips pressing up like he can’t fucking help it. “I think you loved watching me come apart for both of you. Loved sharing me.”
Carter’s breath stutters, his fingers digging into my hips, his control slipping, his restraint breaking piece by fucking piece.
I’m done pretending too. I pull him free, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him slow, teasing, watching the way his head tips back, the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard, the way he groans, wrecked and ruined and desperate. “I want it again,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck, feeling the way his pulse hammers beneath my mouth. “I want both of you. I want you to break me. I want you to fill me.”
Carter lets out a choked sound, his entire body tensing, his cock throbbing in my hand, and fuck, he’s gone. Now I can see just how much he’s willing to give me.
Carter’s body jerks beneath me, his hips lifting, his fingers digging into my skin like he’s barely tethered to reality anymore, like every slow stroke of my hand is unraveling him thread by fucking thread.
He likes it, loves knowing I want both of them. Loves that I’m still soaked from the last time, that I’m already desperate for more, that the thought of them both taking me again is making me clench around nothing, making my thighs squeeze tighter around his waist.
Fuck, I feel it, the moment he snaps. The moment his restraint shatters completely, his hands flying to my hips, his cock twitching so hard in my grip that a choked, strangled moan rips out of him, wrecked and desperate, his head falling back against the headboard, his lips parting, his breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps. “Holy fuck, Haven—”
His hips buck, completely at my mercy, his cock so thick and hard in my hand, leaking precum, soaking my palm as I squeeze, as I stroke, as I watch him lose himself to it.
“Tell me you want it,” I whisper, dragging my lips over the sharp edge of his jaw, feeling the way he shudders beneath me, completely wrecked. “Tell me you want to watch Tate ruin me with you.”
Carter’s breath stutters, his hands trembling against my waist, his entire body trembling beneath me. Then he fucking gives in. “F-fuck yes.”
I barely get the chance to smirk before he’s moving, his hands sliding down, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings, jerking them down with no hesitation, no patience, no second-guessing. His breath catches the second he sees me, the second he realizes how fucking wet I am, how drenched, how ready. “Fuck Haven.”
I let out a slow, teasing hum, gripping his cock tighter, pressing forward until my lips are just barely touching his. “What’s wrong, Carter?” I murmur, rolling my hips, letting the head of him tease right against my pussy, making us both shudder. “Didn’t think I’d be this wet for you?”
His fingers dig into my skin, his jaw tightening, his breath coming out sharp and uneven, his cock throbbing so hard against me that I feel it pulse.
He’s fucking done holding back, he moves so fucking fast I barely have time to process it.
One second, I’m teasing him, rolling my hips, watching him shudder beneath me, and the next?
I’m on my back, pinned against the bed, his massive frame caging me in, his hands gripping my thighs so fucking tight I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, his cock throbbing against my pussy so fucking hard it feels like it’s straining, like he can’t take another second of teasing.
He’s loud now too. No more quiet, hesitant whimpers, no more barely-there gasps, no more struggling to hold back the way he’s breaking apart for me. Now he’s fucking moaning for me.
His head drops against my shoulder, his breath coming out in sharp, ragged sounds, his lips parting against my skin, the deep, guttural groans ripping out of his chest vibrating through me. His cock twitches, dragging against me, pressing against my pussy but not quite pushing in, and fuck, his hips jerk like he can’t help himself, like the friction alone is killing him, like every single inch of him is aching to be inside me.
I slide my hands into his hair, tugging, pulling, making him look at me, his eyes are wild, blown wide, desperate, his jaw tight, his entire body shaking with how fucking bad he wants this. “You’re so fucking big,” I whisper, tilting my hips, dragging my soaked pussy along his cock, watching the way his face crumbles, watching the way his lips part on another loud, broken moan. “You feel how wet I am for you Carter?”
Carter chokes out something that’s barely even a sound, his fingers flexing against my thighs, his hips rocking forward, grinding his cock against me, the thick head nudging right against my entrance, teasing me, taunting me, making my entire body clench in anticipation. “Haven—fuck—”
His voice is deeper now, strained, almost hoarse, like he’s been holding back for too long and it’s all crashing down at once. He lets out another long, wrecked moan, his breath shuddering, his body tensing, his cock twitching so fucking thick and hot and ready, and fuck, I’ve never seen him like this, this desperate, this fucking gone.
I know I’ve got him. Entirely. Without a single fucking doubt. Now I’m going to let him ruin me.
Carter doesn’t ease in this time. Doesn’t hold back, doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate. He slams forward, stretching me so suddenly, so completely, I barely have time to suck in a breath before I feel the full, overwhelming thickness of him inside me, filling me to the point of insanity, pressing so deep it knocks a cry straight from my throat. “F—fuck, Carter!”
I jolt against the bed, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, my entire body trembling as my walls clamp around him, squeezing, adjusting, pulsing at the sheer size of him, the way he stretches me in a way that still feels impossible. He doesn’t move.
He grips my hips in an iron hold, his fingers digging in so deep I already know I’ll feel him tomorrow, holding me still, not letting me adjust, not letting me escape the intense, burning fullness of him, the brutal, overwhelming way he’s stretching me wide open.
Fuck I can’t take it. I throw my head back, arching beneath him, my back barely skimming the bed as my hips involuntarily jerk forward, trying to get him to move, to fuck me, to do something, anything because this is too much, too deep, too intense, too…
“Tate!”
The name rips from my mouth before I can stop it, pure instinct, pure desperation, pure fucking need.
Carter loses his goddamn mind. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening, his nails sinking into my skin, his entire body tensing like he’s barely holding himself back. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I can’t even process what I did, what I said, can’t even find the words to explain myself before Carter fucking snaps. He pounds into me, hard. The force knocks the breath from my lungs, makes me cry out, makes my fingers dig into his shoulders, makes my legs tighten around his waist as he slams into me again, deeper, rougher, faster, like something in him just broke loose, like he’s lost in it, lost in the way I just called for his brother while he’s buried inside me.
“Say it again Haven.”
His voice is rough, almost unrecognizable, his body crashing into mine, his hips snapping forward without restraint, fucking me like he wants to ruin me completely. “Louder.”
I can’t even breathe, can’t even think, can barely hold on as he keeps driving into me, as his hands tighten, as his cock fills me over and over and over, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through every inch of my body.
“Call for him, baby.”
His fingers curl softly around my throat, his other hand pinning my hips in place, holding me still as he fucks me harder, making my mind go blank, making my body beg for more, making my lips part, making the sound slip from my mouth before I can stop it.
“Tate—”