Carter chokes on a groan but he tries, pushing through, giving me what I asked for, even as his mind is spinning from the way I feel wrapped around him. “You feel so fucking good—so tight—so—”

He thrusts in too deep. My mouth falls open, my back arches, a sharp whine ripping from my throat as my body jerks against him, my nails pressing into his skin.

Tate’s fingers tighten around his cock, his grip rougher now, his hips thrusting forward into his own hand, a low groan slipping past his lips behind the mask. I hear it. I see it. I feel my entire body betray me. Because I like it, I fucking like it.

Carter is about to come, I can feel it in the way his hips snap up harder, in the way his body trembles against mine, in the way his breath stutters, desperate, as he buries his face against my throat. “I—I’m sorry,” he pants, voice breaking, “I can’t—fuck—I can’t hold back anymore.”

I don’t want him to do anything except what he’s doing, ruining me, losing himself in me, giving me every single inch of his inexperience and desperation.

A low, sharp breath just above me. Tate is closer, so much fucking closer. His cock is right there, inches from my lips now, glistening, and he knows I see him.

His strokes slow down, drawn-out passes of his hand over his cock, his hips rolling into it like he’s savoring every second. Like this is just as much for him as it is for me.

Carter is still inside me, still fucking me, still apologizing between his broken whimpers, still completely unaware of the way his brother is standing right next to us, watching, jerking himself off like this is a goddamn show.

I should stop it. I should tell him to leave, but I don’t know if I want to. Tate moves in closer, his cock brushes against my lips, hot, sticky, gliding over the softness of them like he’s testing me.

My breath shudders, my lips parting just slightly, involuntary, instinctual, my entire body still trembling from the way Carter is still moving inside me. He notices, I feel it in the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tense against my skin, the way his breath catches like something just doesn’t feel right.

He grips my hips harder, his thrusts turning sharp, deep, pulling another moan from my lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I can’t fucking think. Tate’s cock drags over my mouth again, smearing precum against my lips, teasing, waiting, pushing the boundaries just a little more, just a little further, just enough that my mind is spiraling, my body burning, my pussy clamping down on Carter so tight I feel his entire body shudder beneath me.