THIRTY-THREE
The warm waterruns over my body, making my stiff muscles from another long day ache a little less.
I am in their en suite, using Clay’s ginger eucalyptus shampoo. I could just eat it, it smells so goddamn good.
When I am done, I take one of the plush towels and dry myself, letting my hair out of the messy bun again. Xander said I could wear one of his shirts and boxers to bed tonight, but I accidentally left them in their bedroom.
I curse myself and walk back into the room, where they are talking on their bed. Clay is only wearing gray sweatpants, chest bare, leaning back on his hands, and Xander is just in boxer shorts with his forearms on his knees.
I have to remind myself to keep breathing.
Holy hotness.
I am about to grab the folded shirt on the bed next to them and return to the bathroom when Clay grips my wrist and pulls me to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, we are at eye level, and I can see how his eyes are hooded.
“Fuck the clothes. We can sleep naked, right, babe?” he asks Xander, his eyes not leaving mine.
“It’s much more comfortable anyway.” There is a smirk in Xander’s voice.
“Can I have a peek, please?” Clay asks, voice husky. “I had the honor of touching them, but I still need to see them,” he pleads, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer before he hooks his finger into the towel over my chest, slowly pulling it down. I panic and put my hand over his, stopping him. His eyes lose the heat when they come up to mine again, concerned. “What? Something wrong?”
“I… no, I just…” I start, trying to find words. “Can we maybe turn off the lights first?” I ask, looking up at the too-bright ceiling light.
“What?” Clay laughs. “No, that seems awfully counterproductive.” I bite my lip, looking down at my feet. “What is it, kitten?” Clay asks, tone much gentler now.
I huff. “You guys look like this.” I sigh, pointing to their muscular chests.
“And you look like…” Clay whispers, licking up my collarbone, “… something so delicious I need to taste.”
His hot tongue on my skin makes me squirm, and my nipples rise into peaks.
“I am not. I am—” I start, but Xander pulls me over to him, rips down my towel, and throws it in the corner of the room before he grabs my ass with both of his big hands, his fingers digging into me, his grip nearly bruising. My breath catches, stealing my voice.
“This is mine, and I am not going to let you talk shit about what is mine.” He nearly growls in my ear before leaning in and kissing me roughly. His hands are kneading my ass cheeks, making me moan into the kiss. Too soon, he breaks the kiss, biting my bottom lip and slapping my ass. “Show him your perfect tits,” he commands.
I turn to look at Clay, who is already scanning my body. My stomach falls at his expression, but after a few seconds, he mumbles, “How did I get this fucking lucky,” before he pulls me to him again, and his mouth descends on my left nipple, his warm mouth sucking on me while his hand wanders to my other tit, squeezing it. “Fuck,” he mumbles against my breast, sucking on the nipple again and letting it pop out of his mouth. “Xander, take the lead, babe, or I am going to spend the rest of my night between my new two best friends,” he announces, leaning back in and pushing my tits together. Then he starts to suck on and lick my chest, making me squirm and press my thighs together.
Xander stands and loses his boxer shorts, making me gasp. I already gathered that he is more than well-equipped, but his huge cock is tattooedandpierced. A moan escapes me, and I grip Clay’s hair while he’s still sucking on my nipple, making him groan. I give it a sharp tug, pulling his face back enough that I can meet his eyes before leaning in for a kiss.
“I believe we still wanted to try something.” Xander’s deep voice comes from beside me as he steps over to me, one hand on his cock, stroking himself. With his other hand, he lifts my chin so my gaze goes from his cock to his eyes. “What do you think, Carolina? Are you still up for it?”
“I want to give it a try,” I say, nibbling nervously on my bottom lip.
“All right.” He nods, easing back and getting on the bed, laying on his back. “But first, we need to get you ready. Come here,” he instructs, his deep voice a bit raspy.
His muscular, tattoo-covered body lies before me like a masterpiece. Not a single spot on his skin is left untattooed, except for his face. I have to keep myself from outright gawking.
“He means you should sit on his face, kitten,” Clay adds, gently pushing my hair behind my shoulder as I turn to look at him.
It is like all my insecurities bubble to the surface, dousing my desire.
“But I might crush him,” I blurt out, my voice filled with uncertainty.
Clay draws his thumb firmly across my bottom lip, his gaze following the movement before returning to meet my eyes. His head tilts to the side. “Do you trust us?” he asks, and I instinctively nod.
He stands, pulling his sweatpants down, his cock springing free, and my gaze automatically shifts to take it in. I knew how it felt but not how it looked.
His cock is fucking beautiful.
