When my eyes return to his, he smirks, ushering me onto the bed and forward until I carefully straddle Xander’s face. I sense Clay settling in behind me, on Xander’s chest. He wraps one arm around my shoulder, and his other arm pulls me closer to him, his hand resting on my breast so I am now leaning back into him.
“I’ve got you. You’re not going to crush him. Just relax, knowing I’m right here, and I have you both. Let go, kitten. Let our man eat your pretty pussy,” he whispers in my ear, then nibbles lightly on my neck.
I shudder, feeling a rush of wetness leak from me, landing on Xander’s face.
“Holy fucking shit, come here,” he commands again, pulling my hips toward him.
His tongue traces a slow line along my slit, making me draw in a sharp breath. He begins gently, as though he’s trying not to overwhelm me, but the moment I start moaning his name, he unleashes, and it feels like he’s devouring me.
His hands, still on my hips, guide me in a rhythmic motion, so I grind against his face while he licks, sucks, and nibbles on my lips and clit before his tongue dives deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I manage to gasp out, letting my head drop back onto Clay’s shoulder. All the while, Clay alternates between kneading my breast and rolling my nipple.
Xander slips a finger inside me while his tongue swirls around my clit, making me tremble.
“See, kitten, you love riding his face,” Clay murmurs into my ear, giving my nipple a slightly harder pinch. The sharp twinge quickly transforms into pure pleasure, making my core squeeze tightly around Xander’s fingers.
“Carolina,” Xander’s voice resonates against me, his words muffled.
“And he seems to be quite enjoying you riding him.” Clay chuckles, his hands now fully focused on my breasts, playing with them.
Just as Clay gives both my nipples a firm pinch, Xander nips at my clit, and I’m sent spiraling over the edge. Moaning and shaking, I instinctively tighten my thighs around Xander’s head, nearly crushing him after all.
As I come down from the high, I feel Clay’s breath on my sweaty shoulder and his tongue tracing a path over my skin.
“Hearing you come is my new favorite sound, right up there with Xander’s moans,” he tells me, giving my nipples one last roll.
Laughing softly, I exhale. “Oh Dio… incredibile.”
“God, I love it when you go all Italian on me,” Clay murmurs, his teeth gently grazing my shoulder.
I whimper in response as Xander runs his hands along my calves. “Are you ready to give it a try?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head eagerly.
Clay chuckles and moves off Xander, giving me space to shift until I’m straddling Xander’s hips, his hard, throbbing cock directly beneath me.
“You’re in control now,” Xander assures me, his hand coming up to cup my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “If it becomes too much, we stop. If you’re uncomfortable, we stop. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with or doesn’t feel good for you.”
“Okay,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never been on top before,” I confess, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “What do I do?”
“God, I thought you were sexy when you’re being a bad bitch, but this…” Clay groans, turning my head toward him and capturing my lips in a quick kiss, “… this is killing me.” His hand wraps around Xander’s cock to keep it upright. “Just try to sit down on him and see how far you can take him,” he encourages.
I position myself above him and start to lower myself. The moment his head pushes past my entrance, a gasp escapes my lips. I glance up at Xander and see his face twisted in restrained pleasure, a strained “Fuck” slips past his lips. His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation, taking him in deeper. His size is so overwhelming. He barely fits, yet it feels amazing. I sink further, feeling the unique sensation of his piercings entering me, rubbing against my inner walls. It makes the stretch even more intense yet somehow more exquisite.
A moan slips from my lips as I lean forward, resting my hands on Xander’s firm chest. My hair cascades around my face, and my eyes shut. The shift in position alters the angle, allowing me to relax a bit and making it easier for me to take him in fully.
I pause, enjoying the feeling of being filled and stretched completely. When I open my eyes to meet Xander’s gaze, I’m taken aback by the shocked expression on his face.
His reaction jerks me out of the state of bliss I was basking in.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, a wave of panic beginning to bubble up inside me.
“Damn, Xander, you’re balls deep inside her,” Clay’s voice comes from behind us.
I turn my head to see him standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes focused on where Xander and I are joined, his gaze intense.
