“Little Heathen, are you sure about this?”
She lifts her head and trails her eyes slowly up my body before they land on my face, a sinful grin on her lips.
“I want you, Carter. However you can tolerate it, I want it.”
Kicking my shoes off, I take another deep breath as I pull my pants down, along with my boxers. I’m fucking nervous. I’ve never had a woman’s mouth on my cock, and I’m not entirely sure how I’ll react to it.
Please be fucking normal, Carter.
I glance at Knox without saying a word, and he nods his understanding. He knows if I lose my goddamn mind, nothing matters other than protecting her from me.
Leaning down, I pull her tie out of her hair and toss it on top of my clothing. I run my fingers through her blonde strands, and she raises her eyes to mine as she whispers my name, her voice laced with sultry temptation, “Carter.”
Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it slowly, and she squeezes her thighs together. I drag my thumb through my pre-cum and swipe it over her lips, and Heather darts her tongue out and licks it away, a moan escaping her.
She swipes her tongue over my slit, and flicks her tongue back and forth as I growl.
“Fu-uuck.”
Heather continues sliding her tongue over the underside of my dick until she reaches the base, and then moves back up with a long slow glide of her tongue. When she reaches my crown again, she takes me into her mouth, and the wet warmth sends a tingling sensation straight up my spine. Knox kneels behind her and slides his hand around her waist, moving up to her tits, pinching her nipples as he caresses them. Her next whimper vibrates against my length, and I have to fight to control myself.
I watch as my brother’s hand travels back down her stomach, until it disappears inside her lace panties.
Placing my hands on either side of her face, I begin to pump inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Her eyes water, and tears begin to fall as she whimpers around me.
“Good girl, Little Heathen. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pull out and push back into her throat. Every stifled moan from her brings me closer to coming. The feeling is euphoric. I don’t ever want this to end. Her gaze on mine, with tears runningdown her face, and saliva escaping the corners of her mouth, fuck, she is a beautiful mess for us. Her hair in my hands. My cock moving in and out of her perfect mouth. All of my senses are on fire for her. It’s intoxicating. All consuming. I want more of her. So much fucking more.
She hollows her cheeks as I slam my cock back inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat again. My orgasm builds, until I can’t control it any longer.
“Swallow, Little Heathen. Drink me, perfect girl.” With one more thrust, I come down her throat, the exhilaration unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My Little Heathen swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KNOX
“Are you going to let us tie you to the bed, Tesoro?”
Her eyes dart between the two of us before she raises a brow.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Removing the belt, I take her hands and pull her to her feet. Stroking a finger down her skin, I watch her as her cheeks flame red.
“We are going to eat your pussy until you are so wet your sweet nectar coats our faces. You’re going to come so hard you can’t see straight. And if you’re a good girl, and stop fighting your orgasm, we will show you how it feels to be fucked by real men. Do you want that, Tesoro?”
Her bottom lip trembles, but she nods ever so slightly.
“Yes,” she says in a low shaky voice.
Carter brushes his hand over her hair affectionately.
“You can say no, Little Heathen. You know that, right?”
He is the most intuitive out of the three of us. Carter understands trauma in a way Killian and I never will.
“I’m just scared. I’ve never been with a man I wanted to be with. I guess it kind of feels like my first time.”
