And fuck, I want him. I need him. I barely manage to find my voice between gasps, between moans, between the overwhelming pleasure ripping through me. “Carter—”

His head jerks up, his eyes dark, his body trembling beneath my touch.

I whimper, arching, my lips brushing against his jaw, my voice breaking as I manage the words that make Tate snap.

“I want your cock.”

Tate groans, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning brutal, unforgiving, a edge in his voice as he shoves me back, flipping me onto my back on the bed, my legs spread, my breath gone, my body still pulsing from my last orgasm as he pulls out of me in one swift motion. He slaps his cock against my swollen clit.

Once. Twice. The wet, filthy sound echoing through the room, making me jolt, making my entire body jerk with the overstimulation, making my breath catch as Tate leans over me. “You heard her, little brother.”

He smirks, still teasing me, still rubbing the thick, dripping head of his cock over my clit, making me whimper, making me tremble, making me beg. “Come fill her up.”

Carter doesn’t hesitate. The second Tate gives the command, the second he hears those words, he moves, lining himself up, gripping my waist, sinking back inside me in one slow, devastating thrust that has my entire body locking up, my breath stalling, my hands gripping the sheets as I stretch around him all over again. He groans, deep, his head tilting back, his fingers pressing bruises into my skin as he pulls out just as slowly, only to push back in, his movements careful, deliberate, like he’s savoring it, like he’s letting himself feel every tight, dripping inch of me.

“Fuck—” Carter’s voice breaks, his breath heavy, his cock throbbing inside me. “You’re so—God, Haven—”

Tate’s right there, kneeling beside me, gripping my chin, tilting my head back, his other hand still stroking himself, his cock thick, flushed, still dripping as he brushes the swollen head against my lips.

I whimper, my body arching, my tongue licking out to tease him, tasting the salt, the heat, the raw need pouring from both of them. Tate groans, his fingers tightening around my jaw, his voice dropping lower.

“That’s right.” he murmurs, his cock pressing against my lips, waiting, teasing, demanding. “Open up.”

I can feel Carter’s body tensing, his hands flexing against my waist, his thrusts growing erratic, desperate, his cock throbbing inside me, so fucking close to filling me up. His moans are soft, trembling, his head dipping, his lips pressing against my shoulder, my collarbone, my chest, his breath warm and uneven as his voice breaks against my skin.

“Haven—fuck—” His hands grip tighter, his pace quickening, his movements losing control. “I can’t—God, you feel so good—I can’t hold back—”