“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Clay murmurs, his voice rough with arousal.
I roll off Xander, laying on my back beside him, bending my knees. He leans over me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.
“Babe, look at that.”
Xander breaks the kiss, and I watch how he kneels next to Clay by my feet. He opens my knees wider, and they gaze at my pussy with a mix of fascination and desire.
I try to close my legs, feeling self-conscious. “Stop staring at me.”
Xander pushes my knees back open. “No, this is so fucking hot,” he breathes out, his gaze fixated on me, and he groans, his eyes drifting to the ceiling.
“Stop staring,” I repeat, but Clay nudges Xander aside, leaning toward my pussy.
He looks up at me and says, “Okay, I’ll stop staring,” before he starts to lick me.
“Clay!” I shout in disbelief, but my protest is quickly replaced by moans as he finds the perfect spot.
“You need to come for our good boy, too, Carolina. He deserves it. He coached you way better than I did,” Xander commands, now standing beside the bed.
His hand runs down Clay’s back before he grabs Clay’s cock, starting to stroke it. The sight is incredibly hot.
When Clay moans against my pussy, I let my head fall back onto the pillow and moan too.
“Be a good girl for us, Carolina, and come all over his face while he licks my cum out of you,” Xander commands in his deep, seductive voice, and I can’t resist.
I spiral into another orgasm, my body trembling as Clay continues to lick me until I come down from the high. Then suddenly, Clay jerks back, pulling me closer by the back of my knees.
He’s moaning and kissing Xander, who is still pumping his cock. My eyes are transfixed when, moments later, Clay comes, releasing his load all over Xander’s hand and my stomach.
I watch in awe as Xander brings his hand to his mouth, licking it clean. Clay pulls him into a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed together.
They are incredibly attractive men individually, but together, they are so fucking hot. I still can’t comprehend how men like them could want someone like me, but I decide to stop questioning it.
Instead, I will just enjoy the ride until they return to their senses.
THIRTY-FOUR
Sophia askedme to help her with the groceries, so Xander went to work without me this morning.
Having to take the subway, I arrive an hour later.
As I step into the tattoo studio, I see that Xander is still alone, and he is standing behind the register before he comes over to pull me into a hug. “Hey, pumpkin,” he greets, kissing the top of my head.
I push my palms against his chest, slightly loosening his grip. Looking up at him, I can’t help but frown. “Pumpkin? Because I’m round?” I ask, my voice laced with a hint of insecurity.
Xander bends down and meets my eyes, pulling me closer by my ass and gently squeezing it. He whispers in my ear, “I love every inch of you and the way you take every inch of me,” before he sucks in my earlobe, lightly nibbling on it.
It sends shivers down my spine, raising goose bumps on my skin.
“Then why, pumpkin?” My voice comes out as a hushed exhale.
He leans back again, his hand on my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his intense gray eyes. “Because you’re my favorite cream pie,” he says, voice gravelly, causing my eyes to widenin surprise. Before I can react, he pulls me into a passionate kiss, making my heart flutter. His other hand slips between my legs, cupping me. The sensation leaves me feeling lightheaded. “I can’t wait to fill this up again,” he murmurs against my lips. I gulp, and he smirks at my reaction. After a quick peck on my lips, he releases me and takes a step back. “My next client should be here in a few. I am going to get the stencils ready.”
He walks to the back and leaves me standing there, dumbfounded. “O-okay,” I whisper with a stutter, hearing him snicker softly.
It’slate afternoon when Joshua and Clay enter the studio, both in their police uniforms. Cindy was right. They look like candy on a stick.
“Hey.” I smile at them from behind the register, where I am doodling in my sketchbook to kill some time while Xander is tattooing.
