34. Carter
THIRTY-FOUR
CARTER
I’ve been playing with fire, so much so, that I can feel the heat of a million suns radiating through this car, but when my strip tease is complete, and I’m only covered by a sliver of lacy fabric, the flames dance along my skin, lighting me up like I haven’t felt in ages.
I’ve always harnessed the power within me, and while losing that spark catapulted me into a vicious depth of depression, rediscovering the drug that courses through my veins like a lethal injection of heroin has been the highest I’ve ever felt.
Jasper may be driving, but he’s barely hanging on by a thread, all because of the moans escaping my chest, and the loss of my clothes, each and every piece of me feeling worshiped by him from afar.
Tyson has been my partner in crime, assisting me in the games I usually play against him, and when given the chance, he followed my lead like a loyal puppy, but I’ve barely tossed him a bone, the white-hot energy of his pent up release burning my skin with every touch.
I’ve got these boys on my tether, dancing along the ropes I’ve laid, and as fun as the game has been, the second we arrive at the cabin, I know I’ll be in for it, which only enhances the high I’m riding.
“These are utterly soaked … I think I’ll take them off, too,” I tease, keeping up the sex-kitten purr I’ve mastered, and I swear, Jasper’s eyes roll back into his head, the icy silver irises that have always felt like home barely leaving the mirror since I started playing.
After all, what’s a road trip without a game or two?
Sure, most people play I-Spy, or read license plates, but I’ve never fallen into the mold of what’s normal, and I sure as hell don’t plan to start now.
The idea of working these two boys up to their max – and knowing that I’ll reap all the benefits once they unleash those animalistic urges directly at me – is my driving force, the promise of it all feeling so fucking good the one thing propelling me forward.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Jasper. Being patient and driving without even laying a finger on me,” I groan, twirling my panties around my index finger, only letting them drop once my hand reaches over his shoulder, watching as they fall right into his lap.
“Fucking hell, Principessina. I’m going to put you right through the next fucking mattress I find, and you’ll become one with the bed until I decide you’ve had enough,” he barks, a growl erupting from his chest as the primal urges spill onto his words, and shots of lust flow through my veins, electrifying my moves while Tyson trails his fingers along my thighs, inching closer to my center.
“You know, Tyson, after all the games we’ve played, there’s only one thing you’ve never done to me,” I challenge, my curiosity finally reaching a head as he’s only ever ordered Jasper to eat me out, never doing the job himself.
“And what might that be, baby girl?” He muses, a sly smirk on his face that proves I’ll have to use my words, something he’s always been a stickler for, and one of the million reasons why he never fails to make me feel safe.
“You’ve never made me finish with only your mouth,” I say, our eye contact locked as he lets a deep sigh escape his chest, and in the front seat, Jasper’s grip tightens around the steering wheel, his breathing intensifying with the heat I’m unleashing back here.
“Well, our little Tyson’s never eaten a girl out before,” Jasper chimes in, and when I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, his icy silver irises are blown out, a devilish grin painted on his face.
“You know I’m happier on the sidelines,” he defends, but that ends today, because if we’re driving straight off a cliff, we’re all doing something brand new before we go.
“Will you try? For me?” I plead, looking up at him through my lashes, but he folds instantly, using two fingers to push my chest until my back lands on the leather seat, and his head is between my thighs.
“Jesus fucking Christ! You two are quite literally killing me,” Jasper groans, but I pay him no mind, locking eyes with Tyson as he spreads my legs open until they touch the seats, and I’m fully on display for him.
Without a word, he dives into my core like it’s his last meal, and his tongue flicks against my clit slowly at first, the scruff of his facial hair tickling my skin as we both adjust to new sensations.
Just like when we kiss, Tyson’s movements are tender and deliberate, the gentleness he possesses lulling me into a state of relaxation as waves of pleasure roll through my body.
The idea of someone glancing out their window and seeing what we’re doing only electrifies this moment, the thought of an audience causing goosebumps to prickle my bare naked body while I succumb to the growing tension in my belly.
Deep moans escape my chest as he licks, nibbles, and sucks on my flesh, the delicate way he treats my most sensitive place exhilarating, until he ups the ante, dipping three thick fingers into my entrance, slicking them with my wetness as he slowly pushes further into my core.
“Oh my god, Tyson!” I cry, feeling the stretch as he curls into the right place, my body tensing in response as he thrusts in tune with the pace he’s set with his tongue.
“He’s good at it, isn’t he, Carter?” Jasper rasps from the front, the car suddenly coming to an abrupt stop as Tyson unlocks a scream that bubbles from my chest, echoing off the windows as I detonate from an orgasm that sweeps the breath from my lungs.
“Perfect,” I breathe, working through the waves he left behind, but the second his lips break away from my clit, a rough set of hands reach under my body, lifting me as if I weigh less than a feather.
“You like being a filthy little tease, Principessina?” Jasper asks, our eyes meeting in a split second, but the fire behind his irises only sends my mind into a spiral, knowing exactly what I’m in for now that he’s broken free from the confines of the driver’s seat.
“Maybe,” I choke out, the sound of car doors slamming the only thing I can hear over our rapid breathing, his heart thrashing in his chest so hard, it rattles in tune with mine, our mutual thoughts of destruction taking over.
“Not another word, my perfect little slut,” he smirks, pulling my black panties from his pocket, and before I can even smile at the fact that he held onto them, he shoves them past my lips, the stain of my own release dancing along my tongue.
A muffled laugh erupts from my throat, the thrill of losing one of my senses overriding the fear I should feel, but any time we’ve played like this, I’ve become more alive by the end of it, and if I ever needed something to distract the racing thoughts of murder from my mind, this would be the moment.
Tyson and Jasper are the masters of my mind, body, and soul, a unique bond the three of us share, but I’ve never trusted another person as much as I trust them, so while they caress my skin and strip me of my armor, I fall so deep into their trap, I’d need an act of God to escape.
In my wildest dreams, I never thought this is how my life would turn out, my own abilities to love shocking me to my core, but don’t worry about me – I’m exactly where I belong.