25. Tyson
TWENTY-FIVE
TYSON
When you don’t exactly believe in a higher power, it’s hard to find the right person to thank for the things you don’t deserve.
As I look down at Carter, her dark curls and naked body splayed across the mattress, I wish I’d devoted myself to God, just so I can properly show my gratitude for the absolute Goddess laying before me.
She’s perfectly positioned, almost begging for one of us to touch her, and if I weren’t so desperate to be with her again, I’d let her sweat it out, but I’m already shaking with desire, ready to hear the sounds she makes when we reclaim her as ours.
“Who was the last person to fuck this pretty pussy, Carter?” Massi muses, slipping his cock through her wetness, teasing her entrance as a soft moan leaves her lips.
“Tyson,” she breathes my name, a rumble running through Massi’s chest as she answers honestly, and the memory of that night in Manhattan surges through me – the last time we had her.
A sharp slapping of skin refocuses my attention as his hand connects with her spread thighs, the yelp that follows echoing around the room, but the smug smirk couldn’t be wiped off her face.
“Not funny, my little smart mouth brat,” he groans, slowly pushing inside of her, her eyes instantly rolling back in her head while I tweak her nipples one at a time.
“You had my ass. In New York,” she chokes out, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he plunges all the way into her core, setting a punishing pace that draws the moans from her chest with ease.
“Fucking hell, Principessina. You’re so damn tight. This pussy missed me, didn’t it?” He wraps a palm around her neck, the other hand teasing her lips as she groans in pleasure, the ability to speak trapped beneath his grip on her throat.
“Harder, Jasper. Make me fucking remember how I fall apart for you,” she coughs, sharp inhales cutting between each word, but he slows his thrusts, dropping until his body covers hers.
Their tongues tangle together as the bed shakes from how hard he’s plowing into her, and the sounds she makes are swallowed by his mouth, rendering her utterly silent as they move in unison.
Normally, I’d insert myself into their chaos, but this time I’m perfectly content watching them, always fascinated by the chemistry they have, especially when the moment is all theirs.
“Oh my god, Jasper! Right there!” She screams, her legs shaking beneath his, and just before the orgasm sweeps her under a constant state of pleasure, her tiny hand clasps around my arm, her eyes meeting mine in an instant.
“Keep your eyes on me while he fucks you, baby girl,” I whisper, my breath directly on her neck while she struggles to maintain her composure, each word drawing a moan from her lips.
“That’s my perfect little slut,” Massi praises, his body shaking against hers while he finishes, their climax happening simultaneously after being apart for so long.
“That was … exactly how I remembered,” she breathes as he rolls off her, pressing gentle kisses along her cheeks, jawline, and neck.
Before I can scoop her into my arms, or offer any semblance of aftercare, her fiery gaze meets mine, the lust still present in her eyes, even after Massi made her scream out in pleasure.
The devil that lives inside this girl is slowly coming back to the surface, and right now, I’m staring right into the monster, one that’s begging me to play without uttering a single word.
“Tell me what you want, Carter.” I caress her face with my hand, the heat radiating off her body as she attempts to navigate the dynamic we once shared.
I’ve always let her have a bit of control, offered up the reins to hear her desires, and I’m waiting with bated breath to see if that confident girl can still voice the fantasies conjured up in her dreams.
“You, Tyson. I want you to fuck my ass,” she says softly, the shakiness in her voice unmissable, but looking in her eyes, it’s not the act she’s afraid of.
Taking back control is the easy part; but remembering the love that comes with sex, and attempting to push away the torture she endured – while also being forced to do things she’d only ever done with us – might prove to be a tall task.
It’s a slippery slope, but as I triple-check her comfort levels, moving my hand slowly toward her thighs, her breathing stays steady, and there’s no fear in those baby-blue irises.
“No fair,” Massi pouts, but she flips her heavy eyes to his, a playful smile erupting across her face.
“I’m not done with you.” Her voice drops gravely low, that sex-kitten purr cascading over us as she digs her nails into his arm, magnetically pulling him down to her lips.
“You’re sure, baby girl?” I ask, stealing her from Massi and scooting her to a sitting position, tracing my fingers along the column of her neck.
“Please, I need to feel you both,” she begs, a desperate whine coming from her lips as she takes my painfully hard cock in her hand, teasing me with slow strokes.
“On your knees, Carter.” I pull away from her, the dominant side sneaking out as she instantly recognizes the change in my voice, and obeys without wasting a second.
“Fuck,” Massi groans, rubbing his hands along her curves as she drops her arms and face onto the mattress, leaving her perfect ass in the air.
Thankfully, I thought ahead and ordered a bottle of lube, the optimistic in me hopeful that we’d eventually find ourselves in a moment like this again.
“Stay just like that, baby girl,” I say, rummaging through my suitcase while Massi whispers in her ear, and sweet giggles echo around the room.
“All the way,” he says aloud, positioning himself on his knees in front of her, cock waiting as she takes him into her mouth with a vicious smile painted on her face.
Massi watches carefully as I spread the lube across her tight hole, easing two fingers inside and instantly feeling the muscles clench.
Her body reacts to my intrusion, a stream of goosebumps erupting along her tan skin, but she doesn’t slow her pace, still bobbing her head while Massi’s hands tangle in her curls.
Months ago, we claimed her in a similar scenario, silently vowing that we’d be a trio forever, but that was cruelly stolen from us, delaying the forever we’d promised to one another.
We’ve been given another chance to rewrite history, and change the way our story ends, but if the universe thinks I’ll go down a second time without a fight, it’s sadly mistaken.