37. Carter
THIRTY-SEVEN
CARTER
If I took every drug on this planet, injecting them directly into my veins to mix like a cocktail, I don’t think I could be higher than I am at this very moment.
The first time Tyson and Jasper fucked me at the same time, I thought that was the edge of the universe, the ultimate peak of pleasure that I’d ever find, but I was dead wrong.
After an afternoon of teasing my boys – and myself – to the brink, a brand new sensation entered the picture, and just when I thought all my kinks had been explored, a shiny pistol was dangled in front of my face, my body leading the charge as we hunted the ecstasy locked in its chambers like prey.
I’m still buzzing from the orgasm, my mind foggy as I try to redirect my thoughts, but I’m hung up on the adrenaline, fiening for another fix as soon as possible.
Luckily, as I drag my gaze between Jasper and Tyson, they’re nowhere near finished, and I’m primed for another round of reckoning, exactly what I need to satisfy the craving gnawing at my bones, threatening to snap my frame into a million teeny tiny shards.
Before I can ask, beg or plead for one of them to touch me, Tyson scoops my body into his broad arms, placing me on his lap while his rock hard cock stands to attention between us, and my back settles against his chest.
A downright dirty grin breaks across my face, my eyes searching for Jasper’s, because in this position, they both have access to me, and that reckoning I foresaw on the horizon is going to be even better than my darkest thoughts.
“Spit,” Tyson commands, holding his fingers under my lips, and I oblige instantly, dripping the saliva off my tongue into the palm of his waiting hand.
In a swift motion, he pins the crook of my legs into his elbows, leaving me completely open and exposed for them, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, always content being squished in between them like a perfect sandwich.
“Perfect. Just fucking perfect.” Jasper steps forward, dipping two fingers into my aching pussy and using the residual release as his personal lube, stroking his shaft slowly until he presses the tip to my entrance, and Tyson lines up to my back hole.
Bracing for impact, I inhale a long breath, my body tensing with every passing second, but Tyson sweeps the stray hairs from my face, pressing gentle kisses along my temple and cheek.
“Relax, baby girl. Let us in,” he says into my ear, his breath sending shots of lava through me, but I listen to his words, exhaling and loosening the tension in my muscles.
Jasper breaches me first, my eyes immediately rolling back into my head as the familiar stretching feeling lulls all the thoughts straight out of my mind.
Right behind him, Tyson plunges into my ass, and I can’t help the scream that escapes my lips, being filled to the absolute hilt erasing any shred of resolve I was holding onto.
“Your perfect little ass feels so damn good, Carter,” Tyson praises, his hand moving until it latches around my throat, and my eyes land on Jasper’s, a pained expression on his face as his thrusts slow, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow.
“Let me hear those pretty sounds you make, Principessina.” He slaps my clit twice, once with each hand, and I howl in response, the pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure, the seeds of heat they’ve planted growing rapidly in my belly.
“Are you proud of me, Jasper?” I moan, grinding my hips to match their thrusts, feeling as their sweat drips onto my skin, intertwining us even further.
As the words leave my lips, his entire body tenses, like my question is swirling around in his head, staking its claim and pushing him closer toward release.
“Fucking hell, my little slut, I’m always proud of how well you take our cocks.” He lifts my chin, pressing his lips to mine until he’s completely bottomed out, and I feel him so deep within me that I couldn’t be sure where I end, and he begins.
“You both feel so fucking good. I’m so full,” I whine, tipping my head back once Jasper’s grip loosens, and Tyson shoves his fingers in my mouth, pressing on my tongue until I gag, and I feel his body shaking beneath mine.
“That’s our perfect cock whore. You want us both to come inside of you? We’ll leave you a dripping fucking mess, exactly like you deserve,” Tyson grunts, the haphazard way he’s moving proving that he’s almost finished, but I’m not ready for this bliss to end.
“At the same time. You have to finish at the same fucking time,” I bargain, offering one last challenge, and they both go silent, the slapping of skin bouncing off the walls like a beautiful symphony.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Carter?” Jasper comes back to life first, his wild eyes meeting mine as his thrusts become reckless, too.
“You, Jasper.” He drops a hand to my clit, the sensation overwhelming as it mixes with the fullness I feel, and I can’t help the strangled screams that leave my lips, my limbs going numb as another orgasm threatens to take me under.
My body should be spent, absolutely wrecked from the ride I’ve been on for the last few hours, but I will myself to succumb to its call one more time, desperate to fall over the side of the universe with my boys.
“Tell me you love me,” I rasp, the last plea falling off my lips just as the waves cascade through my body, a familiar sensation stealing the control I had, and sending shockwaves so powerful, that my entire frame shakes against theirs.
“I love you more than Hell itself, Principessina. Fuck, you were made for me,” Jasper roars, his body collapsing onto mine while he pumps me full of his release, his cock slowly slipping out of me as Tyson continues to ravage my ass.
“You’re my entire world, baby girl. I’ll love you until our very last moments,” Tyson breathes, his palm clasping over my mouth as he pumps into me so hard, I see fucking stars, but he doesn’t stop until I explode one last time.
His thrusts become slower, more deliberate while he traps the sounds bubbling from my chest into his hand, and finally, I feel the moment he reaches his climax, a deep groan erupting from his lungs while he bites down on my collarbone.
“God-fucking-dammit, Carter. You’re insatiable," Jasper laughs, scooping me into his arms like a doll, but I let my body relax, riding out the earthquakes they left with my eyes shut, perfectly content as my head rests on his shoulder.
“You’re our perfect girl,” Tyson chimes in, lacing our fingers together just like he knows I crave after sex, the both of them required for me to fully come down from the highs they send me on.
Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire, having been stretched in every direction, but I’m perched between two monstrous, murderous mafia boys, the very ones that I had orders to kill.
Instead, they vowed to love me until the end of time, cherish me like I’m their most prized possession, and in a twisted turn of fate, I promised them the same fucking things.
Dancing along the edge of oblivion is always eye-opening, an out of body experience that sets my mind straight, and this time is no different as I fully come to terms with our next mission.
Like the soldier I was trained to be, I’m ready to execute my orders, my sights firmly locked into the targets, but I won’t falter, not this time.
Everyone who had a hand in my imprisonment, abuse, and what Tyson calls rape, will burn alive, and I’ll be right there, watching as the flames lick their skin until it leaves behind nothing but charred, rotting flesh.