Carter’s breath stutters, his fingers digging into my hips, his control slipping, his restraint breaking piece by fucking piece.

I’m done pretending too. I pull him free, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him slow, teasing, watching the way his head tips back, the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard, the way he groans, wrecked and ruined and desperate. “I want it again,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck, feeling the way his pulse hammers beneath my mouth. “I want both of you. I want you to break me. I want you to fill me.”

Carter lets out a choked sound, his entire body tensing, his cock throbbing in my hand, and fuck, he’s gone. Now I can see just how much he’s willing to give me.

Carter’s body jerks beneath me, his hips lifting, his fingers digging into my skin like he’s barely tethered to reality anymore, like every slow stroke of my hand is unraveling him thread by fucking thread.

He likes it, loves knowing I want both of them. Loves that I’m still soaked from the last time, that I’m already desperate for more, that the thought of them both taking me again is making me clench around nothing, making my thighs squeeze tighter around his waist.

Fuck, I feel it, the moment he snaps. The moment his restraint shatters completely, his hands flying to my hips, his cock twitching so hard in my grip that a choked, strangled moan rips out of him, wrecked and desperate, his head falling back against the headboard, his lips parting, his breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps. “Holy fuck, Haven—”

His hips buck, completely at my mercy, his cock so thick and hard in my hand, leaking precum, soaking my palm as I squeeze, as I stroke, as I watch him lose himself to it.

“Tell me you want it,” I whisper, dragging my lips over the sharp edge of his jaw, feeling the way he shudders beneath me, completely wrecked. “Tell me you want to watch Tate ruin me with you.”

Carter’s breath stutters, his hands trembling against my waist, his entire body trembling beneath me. Then he fucking gives in. “F-fuck yes.”

I barely get the chance to smirk before he’s moving, his hands sliding down, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings, jerking them down with no hesitation, no patience, no second-guessing. His breath catches the second he sees me, the second he realizes how fucking wet I am, how drenched, how ready. “Fuck Haven.”

I let out a slow, teasing hum, gripping his cock tighter, pressing forward until my lips are just barely touching his. “What’s wrong, Carter?” I murmur, rolling my hips, letting the head of him tease right against my pussy, making us both shudder. “Didn’t think I’d be this wet for you?”