He swallows. “You’re serious?”
Tate tilts his head. “Thought you said you’d try new things, little brother.”
Carter hesitates for a second. Then looks at me before he exhales hard and pulls the mask over his head. The soft blue glow kicks on—and holy fuck.. He still looks like Carter, but somehow not.
Tate strokes a finger down my cheek. “Look at you,” he whispers. “Our pretty player one.”
Carter’s breath hitches, and I feel his fingers trailing up my thigh again. “Tell us what you want,” he says, voice rougher now under the mask.
I roll my hips harder into Tate’s lap, feeling him tense beneath me. “This… this is hands down one of the hottest things ever.”
“Hey… go grab my knife from the nightstand,” he groans to Carter. “The silicone one.”
Carter huffs, and scrambles to his feet and nearly tripping over the edge of the bed. He sprints down the hall toward Tate’s room, the door slamming softly behind him. A few moments later, he returns, holding the silicone knife and he drops to his knees on the bed, sliding the knife across to Tate.
I blink at them. “What… what are you gonna do with that?”
Tate grins. “I plan to make you beg, pretty girl, make you remember why you crave every inch of me.”
He rubs his thumb in tight circles against my clit before slipping the handle of the knife inside me.
“Fuckkkk angel, you’re gripping my knife like you’ve missed it more than you missed me.”
Carter kisses the back of my hand. “You’re okay. You’re perfect. So fucking beautiful like this.”
Tate slides it deeper making my head tip back.
“I should leave it there,” he groans. “Should make youaskbefore I take it out and replace it with my cock.” He thrusts the handle deeper, it’s nearly as thick as he is and it sends my pussy throbbing.
“Ride it, pretty girl,” he groans, his fingers tightening on the handle while the flat edge presses against cock. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you fucking yourself on it.”
I dig my knees into Tate’s thighs, bouncing harder. “Fuck, T-Tate.” I can hardly manage to get his name out.
Carter moves his mask just enough to brush my lips with his. “God, you ride so good,” he whimpers, his hands gripping my waist, holding me steady. I tilt into him, letting him kiss me while Tate moans louder, “Ride it for me, pretty girl… just like that.”
When he finally removes the blade, replaces it with the brutal slide of his cock all —I come undone so violently, I nearly black out.
Carter’s right there, one hand in my hair, the other stroking himself. “You sounds so pretty when you do that baby,”
“Don’t worry, golden boy. You’re next.”
“Oh fuck, Tate, please,” he begs. “You want me in your pussy baby? While he fucks your mouth?”
I barely manage to nod before Tate is pushing my head into the bed. I feel Carter’s hands settle on my hips as he slowly thrusts into my pussy.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take every inch,” he groans. His hands grip my hips harder holding me in place, each stroke hitting deeper than the last.
Tate kneels in front of me, his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches my face. He traces my lips with his thumb. “Look at you, pretty girl, so fucking beautiful with Carter’s cock buried in you.” He pushes his thumb past my lips, and I suck on it instinctively, swirling my tongue around it.
Carter’s pace quickens, “So fucking wet for me.”
Tate removes his thumb and replaces it with the head of his cock. “Open up, pretty girl. Let me feel that tongue.” I part my lips, and he slides inside, the salty taste of his precum immediately coating my tongue.
I moan around his cock, the vibrations making him groan and throw his head back. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He threads his fingers through my hair, his grip tightening just enough to hold me in place.
Carter reaches around and finds my clit. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock when you fall apart.” His touch is soft, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Tate begins to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking in a shallow rhythm. “That’s it, pretty girl, take it. Take all of us.”
