Page 151 of Next Level Up
Dinner devolves into a mess of shared bites and stolen touches.
Carter tries to play it cool—passing me a forkful of spicy noodles but his other hand won’t stop grazing my thigh, soft and slow.
Tate, on the other hand, doesn’t even bother pretending. He sits in nothing but his boxers, with his legs spread like a fucking menace. He eats with one hand and keeps the other curled loosely around the back of my chair, fingers occasionally brushing the nape of my neck.
“I give it ten minutes before one of you drags me back to bed,” I giggle around a mouthful of food.
He smirks. “I’ll take that as permission.”
We finish eating, and Carter starts cleaning up, and he keeps looking at me over his shoulder like he’s counting the seconds until he can touch me again.
Tate’s the one who finally loses patience. He steps in behind me just as I’m tossing a napkin away, his hands sliding around my waist. “Bed, now.”
Carter turns. “We justate.”
“So?” Tate’s mouth brushes my neck. “I’m starving for something else.”
It doesn’t take long before we’re back in my room. This time we don’t even make it under the covers before Tate grabs my hips and lifts me straight onto Carter’s lap, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed, wide-eyed and flushed.
“I love when you get like this,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to Carter’s lips.
His hands tremble as they grip my thighs, his mouth parting for me. “I-I can’t help it. You’re just…”
“Perfect,” Tate finishes from behind.
“Wait.”
They both still instantly.
“I want to try something.”
Tate studies me, slow, assessing. “Yeah?”
I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Sit back. Both of you.”
Tate shifts first, leaning back toward the end of the bed like he’s curious more than anything, one brow lifting slightly. Carter follows, a little faster, a little more eager, like he doesn’t even need to understand it yet.
I take a small step closer between their legs. “Don’t move.”
Carter actually stills, completely, like he’s afraid even breathing too hard will break the rule.
Tate leans back on his hands. “Careful, You’re playing a risky game, pretty girl.”
I settle between them on the bed, my knees tucked underneath me. My hands curl around both of their cocks at the same time, Carter to my left, Tate to my right.
Carter tries to rub his hand up my thigh. “No touching,” I giggle, tightening my grip just enough to make both of them twitch. “Hands to yourselves. Or I stop.”
Carter nods quickly, biting his lip.
Then I start stroking. Long, slow pulls. Up. Down. Just enough friction to make them both tense, but not enough to send them spiraling yet.
Carter’s the first to be breathless, his hips twitching against the bed like he’s trying not to thrust into my hand. “Haven…”
“Be good,” I purr, dragging my thumb over his tip just as I twist my wrist around Tate’s base. “You wanted this.”
Tate groans, head tipping back against the bed. “F-Fuck, that mouth…”
Carter lets out the softest, most desperate sound I’ve ever heard. “Please… please, baby—”
