I nod, breath hitching. “Yes.”
He tilts his head, holding the little black toy in one hand. “We’ve only done one setting,” he murmurs. “And this goes to seven.”
“I—I can’t do seven, I’m gonna come no—.”
“Not yet.” He slides the vibrator off my clit entirely as he leans forward, presses a kiss to my knee like he’s proud of himself. “You’re dripping, you know that? Messing up the whole fucking couch.”
Carter trails his lips down my side, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my ribs and stomach.
“Tate,” I gasp. “Carter p-please, I need—”
“Oh, you’ll get it,” Tate says, dragging the toy in lazy circles along the inside of my thigh. “Just not yet.
He clicks the button once. The vibration kicks up, deeper, steadier. My legs jerk and my back arches. The second he presses it against me again, I lose control.
“Don’t come,” he warns.
“Then don’t do that!”
“You want me to stop?”
“No..” I whimper
“Then hold it.”
He moves the toy in tight circles around my clit, keeping the pressure light.
“You hear that?” he murmurs, lips at my ear now. “That wet little sound your pussy’s making for me? You’re soaking this thing.”
My thighs clamp together instinctively, but he slides between them, spreading me wider with one hand.
“Let me see you, no hiding.”
Carter hums against my skin. “You’re amazing, baby… look at you….”
I’m so close I can’t think or speak. My body’s trembling, the pressure unbearable. “I need to come,” I whisper.
“You need to listen.”
Tate lifts the vibrator again, leaving me throbbing. “No,” I sob, frustrated tears stinging my eyes. “Tate, I can’t—”
“You will,” he says. “You’ll wait. You’ll take what I give you. You wanna come? You do it on my terms.”
“Please,” I pant. “Please, I’ll be good—”
“You already are, that’s the problem. You’re too fucking good. And I want to watch you come so hard you cry.” He flipsthe setting one more time and holds the toy there. “That’s it, Haven. Come for me.“
As tears fall down my cheeks as I come so hard I see stars.
Finally he clicks the toy off.
They clean me up with gentle hands and stolen kisses. Carter drapes a blanket over us and Tate grabs a half-finished water bottle and hands it to me.
I nestle into the space between them, warm and content, and as a movie plays, half-forgotten and softly flickering on the screen, we fall asleep.
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