Page 71 of No Save Point

With one swift motion, I yank my hoodie over my head, tossing it aside.

She barely has time to react before I do the same to hers, tugging it up, over, until she’s sitting in my lap in nothing but her bra, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her brown eyes hooded and dark.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. I run my hands up her sides, my thumbs dragging over the curve of her ribs before I dip lower, my mouth finding the side of her neck, tasting the heat of her skin, nipping lightly just to hear the sharp breath she takes in. “You liked it, Haven,” I murmur against her throat, my tongue sweeping over the spot I just bit, soothing it. “Tell me.”

She shudders, tilting her head slightly, exposing more of her neck, giving me full access. Fucking surrendering to me.

I kiss my way lower, down the delicate line of her collarbone, between the curves of her tits, my hands already sliding behind her back, fingers teasing at the clasp of her bra. “Tell me you want it again.”

Her breath is shaky, her hands still gripping my shoulders, her body trembling in my lap. She wants to fight it, wants to resist, but I can feel the way she’s breaking, the way she’s losing herself to this, to me in this moment.

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Haven

His words wrap around me, making my body ache in the worst, best fucking way. My mind has been slipping back to last night, to the way I came completely undone with both of them, to the way I was wrecked so thoroughly I still feel it, still crave it, still want more.

Fuck. I shouldn’t let the thought of Tate filling me up again make my entire body tighten with need. He just gave me permission to stop pretending otherwise.

I let out a slow, uneven breath, my fingers trailing down his stomach, feeling every muscle tense beneath my touch, watching the way his eyes narrow, the way his breath catches when I let my hand slip lower, teasing at the waistband of his sweats. “Carter,” I murmur, shifting in his lap, grinding against him, feeling just how fucking hard he still is for me. “Are you really okay with it?”

His jaw clenches, his fingers twitching where they rest on my waist, and fuck, the way he looks at me like he already knows where this is going, like he’s just waiting for me to say it, waiting for me to admit it.

I press my lips to his jaw, teasing, letting my breath dance over his skin, my voice just loud enough to send a shiver through him. “Because I think you are.”

He groans, his grip tightening, his cock pulsing beneath me, and I smirk, dragging my nails lower, dipping just beneath the fabric, feeling the heat of him, feeling the way his entire body reacts to my touch.

“I think you like it,” I whisper, teasing the tip of him, feeling the way he jerks beneath me, his hips pressing up like he can’t fucking help it. “I think you loved watching me come apart for both of you. Loved sharing me.”

Carter’s breath stutters, his fingers digging into my hips, his control slipping, his restraint breaking piece by fucking piece.

I’m done pretending too. I pull him free, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him slow, teasing, watching the way his head tips back, the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard, the way he groans, wrecked and ruined and desperate. “I want it again,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck, feeling the way his pulse hammers beneath my mouth. “I want both of you. I want you to break me. I want you to fill me.”

Carter lets out a choked sound, his entire body tensing, his cock throbbing in my hand, and fuck, he’s gone. Now I can see just how much he’s willing to give me.

Carter’s body jerks beneath me, his hips lifting, his fingers digging into my skin like he’s barely tethered to reality anymore, like every slow stroke of my hand is unraveling him thread by fucking thread.

He likes it, loves knowing I want both of them. Loves that I’m still soaked from the last time, that I’m already desperate for more, that the thought of them both taking me again is making me clench around nothing, making my thighs squeeze tighter around his waist.

Fuck, I feel it, the moment he snaps. The moment his restraint shatters completely, his hands flying to my hips, his cock twitching so hard in my grip that a choked, strangled moan rips out of him, wrecked and desperate, his head falling back against the headboard, his lips parting, his breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps. “Holy fuck, Haven—”

His hips buck, completely at my mercy, his cock so thick and hard in my hand, leaking precum, soaking my palm as I squeeze, as I stroke, as I watch him lose himself to it.

“Tell me you want it,” I whisper, dragging my lips over the sharp edge of his jaw, feeling the way he shudders beneath me, completely wrecked. “Tell me you want to watch Tate ruin me with you.”

Carter’s breath stutters, his hands trembling against my waist, his entire body trembling beneath me. Then he fucking gives in. “F-fuck yes.”

I barely get the chance to smirk before he’s moving, his hands sliding down, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings, jerking them down with no hesitation, no patience, no second-guessing. His breath catches the second he sees me, the second he realizes how fucking wet I am, how drenched, how ready. “Fuck Haven.”

I let out a slow, teasing hum, gripping his cock tighter, pressing forward until my lips are just barely touching his. “What’s wrong, Carter?” I murmur, rolling my hips, letting the head of him tease right against my pussy, making us both shudder. “Didn’t think I’d be this wet for you?”

His fingers dig into my skin, his jaw tightening, his breath coming out sharp and uneven, his cock throbbing so hard against me that I feel it pulse.

He’s fucking done holding back, he moves so fucking fast I barely have time to process it.

One second, I’m teasing him, rolling my hips, watching him shudder beneath me, and the next?

I’m on my back, pinned against the bed, his massive frame caging me in, his hands gripping my thighs so fucking tight I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, his cock throbbing against my pussy so fucking hard it feels like it’s straining, like he can’t take another second of teasing.

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