Her fingers tighten instinctively around the handle, hesitating for half a second before I press her hand flatter against me.
“Slow,” I add, my eyes locked on hers. “I want to feel you think about it.”
Carter slides two fingers into her, his tongue finding her clit, while I straddle her chest, fisting my cock in one hand, watching her eyes widen when I stroke over the head and smear precum across her lips.
“You want it, pretty girl? Want me to fuck your mouth while my brother makes you come again?”
She nods, the knife still pressed to my chest.
I smile as my hand closes over her wrist. “Good,” I murmur, “now drag it down.”
My eyes don’t leave hers as I press into the blade just slightly.
“Slow,” I add. “I want to see if you can keep your hand steady while I use that fucking mouth of yours.”
Her mouth opens as I slide my cock in slow, letting her taste me, her tongue swirling the precum. Fuck.
I grip her braid and start to move my hips. Her eyes water but Carter keeps her grounded.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Fucking ruined.”
She moans around me, and that vibration sends a pulse through my cock.
Carter coaxes her higher, his fingers curling deeper. “You’re okay. Doing so good, baby. So proud of you.”
Her hand tightens on the blade and it drags a fraction deeper than before.
I go still for a moment before I exhale. I glance down between us, watching the thin line she’s drawn.
“Yeah…” I groan. My grip shifts, fingers closing over her wrist. “Fuck, that’s it, don’t stop now.” I lean in closer, “Again pretty girl, let me feel it.”
Her hand doesn’t hesitate this time as the blade drags again, deeper.
I groan, head tipping back for half a second, my grip tightening in her hair. My chest rises hard, breath catching, and I look down just in time to see what she’s done, the thin line no longer so thin.
“Fuck…” my voice comes out rough. My hand closes over hers again, pressing it in, not letting her pull away. I thrust my cock deeper into her throat. “That’s it, you feel that?”
The blade drags, slower this time, deeper, and I feel it all the way through me—sharp, controlled, exactly where I want it. My grip tightens in her hair, fingers curling at the base of her braid keeping her exactly where I need her.
“F-fuuuuck yeah…” My chest rises hard under the line she’s drawn, breath catching as I look down at her, at the way she’s watching me now, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Don’t stop.”
My hand shifts, tightening just enough to guide her, to keep the rhythm where I want it, where it’s pushing me closer with every second. I’m so fucking close, just a few more… seconds. “Look at you,” I say, quieter now. “You’ve got me right where you want me.”
Her grip on the knife stays steady, even as mine doesn’t. I exhale hard, my head tipping back for a second before I force my focus back to her. “Stay.” I tell her, my cock throbbing to the point I know I’m about to coat her throat.
“Right there Haven,” I thrust harder. “Take my fucking cum.” My hand tightens again, holding her in place as the tension snaps through me, everything going tight and sharp all at once.
For a second, I don’t move. Then I look back down at her as I slide my pulsing cock out of her mouth, panting, trembling, and let Carter lay her on her side.
Panting and dirt-streaked she just giggles, dazed. Then her eyes shift, unfocused at first, before they land on me. On my chest and her smile falters.
“Wait—” her voice comes out rough, as she pushes herself up onto one elbow, her hand reaching for me before she seems to think about it. Her fingers hover for a second, like she’s not sure if she should touch it, and then she does anyway, light at first.
There’s more blood than she expected. “I didn’t—” she starts, then stops, swallowing. “Tate, I didn’t think—”
“I know,” I cut in, not even a little bothered, watching her instead of the mess she made of me.
Carter shifts beside us catching on, glancing down at my chest before pushing to his feet. “You’ve got wipes in your bag?” he asks her.
