Tate doesn’t wait. His mouth is on me in an instant, his tongue dragging through my pussy slowly. I cry out, my back arching, my hips bucking into his mouth. Carter groans, like the sound alone is unraveling him, which I know it is. His hand gripping my waist tight, his lips dragging down my stomach as he watches his brother devour me.

Tate’s mouth is devastating, tongue licking, curling just right, but it’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. Slow at first, savoring, coaxing, like he wants to make sure I know just how good he can finish me. Carter is shaking above me, his lips parted, his hands gripping my thighs like he’s grounding himself, like watching his brother’s tongue on me is breaking him apart piece by piece. I should be fucking rethinking every decision I’ve ever made that led me here, laid naked between them, gasping, moaning, clawing at Carter’s skin, trembling under Tate’s relentless tongue. But I’m not, I’m so fucking far from ashamed.

I yelp as Tate drags his teeth along my inner thigh before sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin, pressing me further into the mattress as he buries his tongue inside me, curling deep, flicking, sucking, groaning like he’s getting off on my taste alone. My fingers tighten in his hair, desperate, my other hand gripping Carter’s arm as my body shakes, as I lose all fucking control, my mind slipping into the thick, consuming haze of pleasure.

“Oh my God—”

Carter lets out a strangled noise, his grip tightening, his entire body wound tight, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on Tate. On his mouth, on what he’s doing to me. His chest heaves as he tries to pull himself together.

He leans down, his lips crashing into mine, swallowing my moans, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, taking everything I have left to give. His hands explore, gripping my waist, my hips, sliding higher, higher until his fingers are brushing against my nipples, rolling, teasing, pinching just enough to send another wave of pleasure rolling through me.

Tate groans against my pussy, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate, pulling me closer, closer, his fingers digging into my thighs as he fucks me with his mouth, relentless, unforgiving, making me fall apart just for him.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. “Tate—fuck—” I whimper, my back arching, my legs trembling, my entire body wound too tight, too on edge, too close to breaking.

Tate pulls back just enough to smirk, his lips glistening, his voice nothing but amusement. “What’s wrong, pretty?” he teases, his fingers dragging through my soaked pussy, circling my clit, pressing just right, making me jolt. “Too much for you?”

I shake my head, gasping, my fingers tightening in Carter’s hair, pulling him back into another desperate, breathless kiss.