Page 46 of No Save Point

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.

Carter still holds back. Tate does not. He thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat before I can even prepare for him, his grip tightening, his groan slipping past the mask as I gag around him. He makes me take every inch of him, slow and punishing, like he wants to carve the shape of his cock into my throat.

Carter is completely fucking unraveling beneath me, his thrusts are getting sharper, rougher, his groans turning back into whimpering moans, his body locking up, trembling, the muscles in his stomach flexing as he fucks up into me like he’s barely hanging on. He’s close. I can feel the way his cock pulses inside me, the way his grip tightens, the way his rhythm starts to stutter. Knowing Carter is about to fill me up, about to claim me, about to completely let go inside me? It makes me fucking desperate.

I squeeze around him, my body clamping down so tight he curses, gasping against my throat, his fingers digging into my waist as he fights to keep himself together.

Tate notices. He pulls out of my mouth, stroking himself, his cock dripping with my spit, his voice dark, amused, dangerous. “She’s fucking greedy, little brother.”

Carter lets out a strangled moan, his head falling back, his body shuddering as I squeeze him tighter, as I start losing myself completely. I need them. Both of them.

Tate grips my hair tighter, forcing my head back, his cock driving deeper into my throat, fucking into me like he knows I can take it, like he’s teaching me exactly how he likes it.

I gag, choke, my body convulsing between them, but he doesn’t let up.

Carter is still trying to hold on, trying to keep control, still fucking me like he’s afraid to lose himself completely, still thinking instead of just taking what’s his.

Tate pulls back just enough, his voice dark as he pants out, “Stop going easy, little brother. This is your first time, make the most of it.”

I yelp at the same moment Tate thrusts back into my mouth, the sound muffled, swallowed by the sheer size of him as he fucks my throat without mercy.

Carter snaps. He lets out another whimpered groan, his grip on my waist turning bruising, his thrusts turning savage, raw, desperate.

He finally fucking lets go. He pounds into me, his cock stretching me, hitting deep, his breath coming in short, broken moans as he loses himself inside me. His head tips back, his body shudders, his fingers dig into my skin like he’s barely holding on, his voice breaking. “I—I can’t,” he gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come—”

Tate’s voice drops an octave, his next words sharper. I can feel the grin behind the mask. “Then fucking do it already.”

Carter’s breath stutters, his grip bruising, his entire body locking up, then, he lets go filling me. Spilling inside me with a broken whimper, his fingers digging in so tight.

Tate is right fucking there with him. His cock throbs against my tongue, his fingers tangled in my hair as he groans low, rough, completely unbothered as he fills my throat, holding me there, making sure I swallow every single drop.

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