Cradling my cheek with his hand, he growls one word. Both an order and a plea.
“Come.”
“Oh my God,” I scream, as something I’ve never felt takes control of my body.
Sex for me has always been gut-wrenching. An experience I tried to disassociate from. Nothing like this.
Two gorgeous men with one common goal. Making me feel good. For the first time, I don’t feel used. Instead, I feel cherished. For the first time in my life, I matter to someone.
To them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CARTER
Knox smirks at me.
“Had your fill yet, brother?”
Arching a brow at him, I smirk. “Never.”
I kneel between her legs, taking in the gorgeous sight before me. Her face is flushed as Knox continues dragging his knuckles down her skin while praising her. I can tell she’s eating it up. His words are exactly what she needs. Knowing what I do about her background, she’s likely never had anyone tell her how fucking perfect she is. I drag my fingers down her soaked slit and push my fingers into my mouth, tasting her delectable pussy once again.
I grip my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times, fully aware that she’s watching me, her gaze hungry.
“You like that, Tesoro?” Knox asks, and she nods slightly while licking her lips.
My brother watches her with rapt attention.
“Carter is going to fuck you. Is that okay, Tesoro?”
She stares at my cock like a hungry little vixen as she nods.
“Yes, I want this, I want Carter inside me,” she answers, her voice quiet but sure.
Knox glances at me before returning his gaze to her.
“Carter, take it nice and slow. You’ll want to slam into her, but try to take your time. Let her get used to your size.”
Dragging his fingers down her face, he says, “We should probably get condoms. I am sure you’re not on birth control.”
Heather closes her eyes tight, pain evident on her face, and exhales a long, shaky breath.
“I-I can’t get pregnant. It’s impossible. Please don’t make me explain why right now.”
He kisses her softly.
“Put everything out of your mind, Tesoro. Nothing exists outside of this room.”
“Good girl,” I groan, as I push inside her pussy a few inches at a time. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like, but this is so much more. I’m not even fully inside her, and I know I don’t ever want this to end.
“More,” she cries out, and it takes everything I have to not do exactly what my brother warned me I’d want to.
“Rock back and forth. You’ll know when she’s ready for more,” my brother coaches me. “It won’t be her words that convince you.”
Unsure of his meaning, I move from side to side, stretching her pussy to take the rest of me. It’s not long before I see the most sensual sight—Heather digging her fingers into Knox’s hair, her back arching off the bed, as she all but screams. Knox was right, I don’t need her words when I have my beautiful, desperate Little Heathen coming apart underneath me.
“Please, Carter. Oh my God. I need more. Fucki-”
