The only thing I can manage, because my brain is too fogged to form anything else, because it’s the only word that matters in this moment, I pant out his name. “Tate.”

Carter freezes beneath me, his rhythm faltering, confusion heavy in his voice. “What—what do you mean, Tate?”

But before I can even attempt to answer, before my brain can catch up, before I can explain the mess unfolding around us, Carter accidentally slams me down, burying himself fully, completely inside me. I moan, loud, as I come around his cock, my body convulsing, clamping down so tight on him that he groans, broken and stunned, beneath me.

Tate leans in closer, his voice dripping with wicked amusement as he groans, “Make her come even harder, Carter.”

Carter’s entire body locks up beneath me. His breath catches. His fingers dig painfully into my hips, realization hitting him all at once, sharp and devastating, his voice hoarse and completely shattered as he whispers, “What the fuck?”

Tate’s voice fills the silence, low, authoritative. “You heard me, Carter.”

He moves closer. “Make her cum even harder.” Then he reaches down, curling his fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He tilts my head back, stroking himself again, slow, making sure Carter sees exactly what he’s about to do, exactly what he wants.

Carter’s entire body jerks beneath me, his confusion quickly replaced by a new kind of determination. His fingers dig into my hips, but I don’t care, because in the next moment, he’s thrusting into me again. Harder. Deeper.

He whispers, a challenge aimed straight at his brother, even as he fucks me so deeply I can almost stars. “You’re not ruining this for me, Tate.”

But Tate just groans, his voice smooth and sinful as he strokes his cock again, guiding the glistening tip back to my parted lips.

“Don’t worry, little brother,” he murmurs, “while you’re busy filling her up, I’ll make sure I fill her fucking throat.”

Carter groans at that, hips slamming into me so deeply, that every rational thought dissolves, every objection disappears, because I’m completely, utterly lost between the two of them.

Held down by Carter’s desperate, erratic thrusts, his groans breaking apart against my skin as he fucks me like he can’t stop, like he doesn’t want to.

Tate doesn’t need to be guided. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t fumble, doesn’t wait for me to adjust to the sheer size of him as he presses the thick head of his cock to my lips. He knows I’ll take him, knows I want it. He grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back, rubbing his cock over my swollen lips, letting me taste the precum soaking his cock before he pushes in.

Fuck. He’s just as big as Carter.