The orgasm builds slowly, achingly, my whole body tightening, my stomach tensing, my thighs shaking as the pleasure climbs higher, higher, until it’s unbearable, until it crashes over me, pulling me under, stealing my breath. I come with a whimper, my hips jolting, my fingers gripping Carter’s hair tighter, my whole body trembling as he stays on me, licking me through it, drinking down every last sound I make.

Tate groans, his cock throbbing inside me as he keeps thrusting, each roll of his hips keeping me completely theirs.

“So fucking perfect,” Carter whispers against my skin, his voice full of reverence, full of something deeper than just lust.

Tate slows his thrusts, groaning, his hands still gripping my hips, still keeping me where he wants me as he pulls himself from me, my body shuddering at the loss, still throbbing. His hands are firm but careful as he moves me, pulling me away from Carter’s mouth, guiding me until my back meets the soft sheets beneath me. I can barely keep my eyes open, can barely focus on anything but the heat of their bodies surrounding me. My chest rises and falls in sharp, shaky breaths, my mind fogged from how completely they’ve taken me.

Carter’s lips press against my stomach, his breath fanning over my skin as he moves lower, his hands gliding down my sides. His touch isn’t desperate this time, it’s tender. Tate does the same, his lips finding the curve of my neck, his tongue tracing a line down my collarbone, his hands framing my face for a moment before trailing down, brushing over my breasts, rolling my already sensitive nipples between his fingers. My body responds instantly, my back arching, a soft gasp slipping past my lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Carter whispers against my skin, his lips pressing over my hip bone, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me open just enough to kiss higher, just enough to taste me again.

Tate’s fingers slide into my hair, his other hand resting over my ribs, his voice lower, raspier. “Took us so fucking well, pretty.” His lips find the spot right below my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re ours, aren’t you?”

I can’t even form words, can’t do anything but nod, can’t do anything but feel them. Their lips, their hands, the way they take their time kissing, tasting, covering me in their touch. Carter’s mouth moves lower, Tate’s lips move higher, and I let them have me. Every inch. Every part. Tate’s fingers slide down my stomach, claiming every inch like it belongs to him. Carter’s still kissing my body, still tracing soft patterns over my thighs, my ribs, my arms. Their touches are slow, their hands gentle, but my body is exhausted, trembling from the way they’ve ruined me over and over again.