26. Carter
TWENTY-SIX
CARTER
As I find myself right back in a position that led to the destruction of my soul, I should be terrified that it may very well be the last time I ever get to be with my boys, but instead, I’m choosing to lose myself in the pleasure only they can provide.
Asking them to fuck me is the easy part, opening up and showing them my vulnerable sides has proven to be achievable, but this final step – accepting the love, kindness, and tender hearts they selflessly grant – is the mountain I’m preparing to climb.
Before Tyson and Jasper waltzed into my life, I’d never been praised for anything beyond my skills, training, or ruthless attitude.
After they crashed my party, I was shown what it’s like when the insides of your soul can be read, attended too, and most importantly, appreciated.
Since returning to California, I’ve missed the gentle ways in which they make everything sound like a compliment, almost too guilty to even consider the possibility that someone else may be able to replicate their praise, but now that they’ve rescued me, I have to remember how to accept what it is they give.
It was hard enough to conform to the first time around, to truly let myself be cared for, but this time, I’m not fighting them tooth and nail.
Instead, I’m battling the parts of myself that think I’m unworthy, or not deserving, because of what I did to them, and the torture I endured.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Principessina,” Jasper rasps, his fists in my hair as I gag around his cock, the thrusts of his hips forcing me to take him all the way.
A sharp stinging, in stride with Jasper’s confessions, jolt me back into reality as every single muscle in my body tenses, the anticipation of Tyson sinking into my ass for the first time slamming the thoughts right out of my head.
The only thing I can do is moan, but my boys are always more clued into my body language than I am, so when Tyson spreads my legs a bit further apart and runs his fingers down my spine, he must read the signals I’m giving off, a satisfied hum coming from his chest.
“She’s ready,” he says, a deep growl hiding in the tone of his voice, and I feel Jasper’s cock twitch as he slowly pulls out of my mouth, his thrusts coming to a complete stop as I desperately suck in a breath of air.
“What a beautiful fucking sight you are, my little temptress of death. You’re doing so good,” Jasper breathes against my neck, the sensation of being stretched stealing every ounce of oxygen I just inhaled.
Even with the tip, Tyson is monstrous, and if I hadn’t already come twice, I’d be much more terrified of how he’s possibly going to fit inside me, but Jasper’s touch keeps me relaxed to a point where I can take it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby girl. Does that feel good?” Tyson asks, his length pushing through the final ring of muscle, forcing his way inside at a gentle pace.
“It feels … it feels perfect,” I pant, unable to contain the whines and whimpers pouring out of me.
“Show us how proud you are to be ours, Carter. Let me hear those beautiful sounds you make because of what my brother is doing to you.” Jasper’s palm snakes around my throat, lifting my head off the mattress as I absorb his words, a yelp, followed by a guttural moan, escaping my lips.
Jasper’s face breaks out in a shit-eating grin, pleased by my instant submission, but that can be attributed to the absolute ravaging Tyson’s delivering behind me, not to anything I have control over.
“You’re our perfect girl, aren’t you, Carter?” Tyson roars, his thrusts becoming erratic, and the fire in my belly only grows, my head going dizzy as the orgasm builds.
The only thing I can manage is a moan in response, but two sharp slaps land on my ass cheeks, the sensation forcing a scream from my throat, and Jasper finds the perfect moment to slip his cock back between my lips, thrusting until I choke and cough around him.
“Don’t stop sucking his cock, baby girl, not until you swallow every drop of cum he’s saved all for you,” Tyson commands, the deep huskiness in his voice sending me over the edge, my vision dancing alight with stars as I’m catapulted into another orgasm.
My body trembles against the sheets, and the new sensation of cumming from only anal has my mouth permanently popped open with nothing but strangled moans erupting from my chest.
“Fucking hell, Principessina,” Jasper grunts, bringing me back to life as he thrusts twice more, shooting his load straight down my throat.
My deviant side comes out to play – even through the foggy haze of my orgasm, and the subsequent after shocks – as I perch one elbow up, my chin resting on my palm while I stare into Jasper’s icy-silver eyes, dragging a finger around my lips, swirling the remnants of his salty cum along my tongue before swallowing it all down.
Without hesitation, Jasper tilts my chin until our lips collide, his tongue seeking mine as we engulf ourselves in a kiss that could very well stop the Earth from spinning, my body feeling like it’s trapped on a rollercoaster that never fully comes down from its ascent.
With Tyson behind me, pounding into a place that was once untouched, and Jasper draining the oxygen from me with each swipe of his tongue, I couldn’t be higher if I climbed a mountain, or saw the tortuous gates of Heaven personally.
“Should we rile him all the way up?” I whisper against his lips, the two of us sucking in a breath as we break apart.
The devil himself could see the devious grin painted on Jasper’s face, and his icy silver eyes are sparkling with mischief at the idea, but before I can say something that would drive Tyson insane, he beats me to it.
“Look at you, Carter, taking all of my brother’s cock in your ass.
You’re not screaming enough, though, maybe mine is bigger than his after all?
” He teases, like a little boy pushing his sibling’s buttons on purpose, and I can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles in my chest, pouring out of me like gasoline on an inferno.
In an instant, I can feel how Jasper’s words affect Tyson, his thrusts becoming even more punishing as he hits a place so far within me, I’m afraid he’ll occupy space near my spine.
“Fuck! Oh my god, Tyson, you’re so deep!” I scream, my voice bouncing off the walls like a boomerang, smacking right back into me as I bury my face in the mattress, my whimpers swallowed by the sheets as the headboard begins to smash against the wall.
“He wants to hear you scream, baby girl. Let me make you fucking scream,” he roars, his voice so low I nearly explode from the huskiness, another stream of shouted curses rolling off my lips.
As if my body hasn’t been through one round of pure, blissful battering, I succumb to another wave of pleasure, the orgasm thrashing onto my shores, reverting me to nothing but a soaked, sobbing mess.
“That’s it baby girl, fall apart for me,” he rasps, delivering one final thrust before collapsing onto my back, my knees giving out under the weight of him as I land in a puddle of my own release.
“He might’ve won that round,” I tease, turning to face Jasper as he swipes the curls from my eyes, a sweet smile plastered on his face.
“You’re so perfect when you scream, Principessina, we’re all winners here,” he says, a playful tone in his voice as he digs me out from under Tyson, pulling my limp body into his arms.
“I love you.” I whisper to neither of them in particular, snapping my eyes shut as the exhaustion settles deep into my chest, a place I’ve longed for, but finally remember as these boys successfully reduced me to nothing but skin and bones, once again.
Voices echo my sentiments and hands caress every part of my body, but safety has entered my soul, enveloping me in a space where I can give up full control.
There’s still so much uncertainty, and I know full well that tomorrow is not guaranteed, but if this little escape meant that I was able to be with my boys one last time, I’d be okay if the ending is near.
Reuniting with them wasn’t in the cards, but we were written in the stars, and although I never thought of myself as a damsel, they are my white knights, saving every single piece of me from eternal misery – even if only for a few days.