Page 66 of Fatal Fantasy

Just like when we kiss, Tyson’s movements are tender and deliberate, the gentleness he possesses lulling me into a state of relaxation as waves of pleasure roll through my body.

The idea of someone glancing out their window and seeing what we’re doing only electrifies this moment, the thought of an audience causing goosebumps to prickle my bare naked body while I succumb to the growing tension in my belly.

Deep moans escape my chest as he licks, nibbles, and sucks on my flesh, the delicate way he treats my most sensitive place exhilarating, until he ups the ante, dipping three thick fingers into my entrance, slicking them with my wetness as he slowly pushes further into my core.

“Oh my god, Tyson!” I cry, feeling the stretch as he curls into the right place, my body tensing in response as he thrusts in tune with the pace he’s set with his tongue.

“He’s good at it, isn’t he, Carter?” Jasper rasps from the front, the car suddenly coming to an abrupt stop as Tyson unlocks a scream that bubbles from my chest, echoing off the windows as I detonate from an orgasm that sweeps the breath from my lungs.

“Perfect,” I breathe, working through the waves he left behind, but the second his lips break away from my clit, a rough set of hands reach under my body, lifting me as if I weigh less than a feather.

“You like being a filthy little tease, Principessina?” Jasper asks, our eyes meeting in a split second, but the fire behind his irises only sends my mind into a spiral, knowing exactly what I’m in for now that he’s broken free from the confines of the driver’s seat.

“Maybe,” I choke out, the sound of car doors slamming the only thing I can hear over our rapid breathing, his heart thrashing in his chest so hard, it rattles in tune with mine, our mutual thoughts of destruction taking over.

“Not another word, my perfect little slut,” he smirks, pulling my black panties from his pocket, and before I can even smile at the fact that he held onto them, he shoves them past my lips, the stain of my own release dancing along my tongue.

A muffled laugh erupts from my throat, the thrill of losing one of my senses overriding the fear I should feel, but any time we’ve played like this, I’ve become more alive by the end of it, and if I ever needed something to distract the racing thoughts of murder from my mind, this would be the moment.

Tyson and Jasper are the masters of my mind, body, and soul, a unique bond the three of us share, but I’ve never trusted another person as much as I trust them, so while they caress my skin and strip me of my armor, I fall so deep into their trap, I’d need an act of God to escape.

In my wildest dreams, I never thought this is how my life would turn out, my own abilities to love shocking me to my core, but don’t worry about me – I’m exactly where I belong.

THIRTY-FIVE

TYSON

Now that I’ve tasted her, in the most pure sense of the word, I fear that I’m more addicted to Carter than I ever knew was possible.

There’s no part of me that’s able to deny a request that comes from her lips, but even I surprised myself, the thought of eating a girl out never even crossing my mind.

I’ve always been content giving the orders, or conducting the scenes, but Carter’s special, and now that I’ve done it once, I may never tell Massi to pleasure her again.

Selfishly, I want to taste her every chance I get, but the second we reach the cabin, he pounces like an animal stalking prey, scooping her into his arms with a feral urge to claim Carter that’s darkened his eyes, and reduced him to nothing but a beast trapped in a man’s body.

Without direction, he turns her panties into a makeshift gag, and her mumbled moans send shivers of electricity down each and every one of my bones, the seconds passing like hours as I fumble with the keys to our safe house.

“You already did all the hard work for me, my little temptress of death. You look so damn pretty like this, unable to say a word around your soaked panties,” he praises, dropping her tanned body down onto the couch, taking a step back to marvel in her beauty.

Following suit, I stride across the room to where he’s standing, and we stack up like a house in front of her, walls of muscle blocking her view from looking anywhere but up at us.

There’s a hint of admiration in her baby blues, a twinge of mischief painted across her pretty face, and an insatiable stream of lust flowing from her body as she falls into a beautiful submissive mess – just for us.

“She’s all yours, Massi,” I order, nodding my head in her direction as he nearly froths at the mouth from the torturous show we put on while he drove.

Usually, I’m the one at their mercy while they play, but it was invigorating, being a part of the games, and now I understand why the two deviants can barely go a day without tapping into their devilish sides.

“Should I take my time with you, Carter? Or ravage your pretty little body until I’m finished with you? Maybe I’ll leave a trail of marks so red along your skin, you’ll never forget who you belong to,” he rambles aloud, each and every word eliciting moans, shudders, and strained breaths from Carter as she awaits his first move.

“Remember your taps?” I ask her, stepping in front of him to ensure her consent, and comfort, are attended to while her ability to speak is otherwise unavailable.

Like a well-oiled machine, she nods eagerly, tapping my thighs twice in response, and with nothing but a delighted hum, I step aside, allowing my brother to dish out whatever pleasure or punishment he sees fit for her behavior in the car today.

There’s a reason I never let him take the reigns in the bedroom, and as I watch him quite literally stare at Carter, not making a single move or sound, I’m reminded how fucking indecisive Massi is.

Ever since we were kids, he’s never been able to make a split second decision to save his life – the only exception being in a fight or flight scenario – and it’s always painful to watch the cogs slowly turn in his brain.

Carter’s a champ, waiting patiently while he works through different ideas, and just before I’m about to retake control, he plops beside her on the couch, his fingers trailing along her bare skin.