Tate’s grip tightens again, controlling every inch of my movement now, guiding my hips in a slower, more deliberate rhythm that makes it impossible to escape. “That’s it. Stay right there… let me handle it.”
I try to follow, I do—but my body keeps pushing ahead, trying to speed up, trying to get there faster, and every time I do, he stops me. Holds me still just long enough to feel it slip.
A broken sound leaves me, frustrated, desperate.
Tate leans in slightly, close enough that I feel his breath against my ear. “Don’t get greedy,” he murmurs. “You’ll get it when I say you do, pretty girl.”
My fingers curl tighter against him, and Carter’s hand presses firmer at my back, keeping me grounded when everything else feels like it’s slipping.
Tate drags me into motion again, slower than before, controlled down to the smallest shift of his hands.
“Stay with me, right here… yeah, like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good, I can feel that perfect little clit angel.”
Carter pulls back just enough to look at me. “You’re okay,” he says. “We’ve got you.”
I nod, even though my breath won’t cooperate and my body feels like it’s not mine anymore.
Tate just watches, guiding, controlling, dragging it out exactly how he wants it. He tilts his head. “Mmm, slow down.”
A sob bubbles up in my throat. “You’re mean.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“You want Carter to lick your sweet pretty pussy until you cry? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I gasp, nearly shaking now. My clit is throbbing against Tate’s thigh and I feel like if I make the tiniest movement he’s going to have a huge mess to clean.
“Then keep those eyes on me.” His hands are firm on my hips, and with one sharp movement, he guides me onto the bed, pressing me down just enough to make the mattress dip under my weight. “Carter, get between her legs. Now.”
Carter slides closer, and I feel him press gently, positioning himself between my thighs before he quickly
flattens his tongue against my whole pussy.
I barely manage to choke out a sound.
Tate’s thumb brushes my lower lip. “That’s it, let it all out while we watch you fall apart. You’re almost there.”
Carter sucks softly on my clit and my body arches. My mouth drops open on a silent scream.
Tate kisses me like he’s swallowing the sound of it.
Carter doesn’t stop until my thighs jerk and I’m tugging on his hair. When he finally pulls back, his mouth is soaking wet.
Tate strokes a hand down my trembling stomach. “You took it so well.”
“I hate you,” I whisper hoarsely.
They both laugh as we sprawl across my bed before Carter groans, dragging a pillow over his face. “I’m trying to go soft. You’re not helping.”
I sit up slowly, and run a hand through my messy hair. “We should really eat something before I pass out.”
Tate leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. “Welcome to the endgame, pretty girl.”
“So… who’s cooking dinner?”
Carter immediately raises his hand.
