“Holy shit,” I hear Joshua curse softly out of the corner of the room, his voice laced with desire, easing my worries about him.
Clay comes up again, licking the side of Xander’s cock, and when he does it again, I lick up the other side of him. Xander reaches out and grabs both our heads, groaning. “God, you’re perfect. I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed about this.”
Clay strokes Xander’s cock again, the tip pointing at me, and I lean in to lick it as Clay does the same, our tongues tangling and playing with it at the same time.
“Fuuuck. Stop. Kneel before me and open your mouths,” he demands, and we comply. “Tongues out,” he commands, working himself with his hand. Using his other hand, he grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face upward. “I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum. Be a good girl and swallow.” I nod eagerly.
Clay scoots over to me, and with mouths open and tongues out, we wait, cheek on cheek.
Xander’s voice is husky, “Jesus, what a sight.”
He strokes himself a few more times before he moans and shoots into Clay’s mouth, then he turns slightly and shoots some of it into mine. A bit lands on my cheek, but I eagerly swallowwhat’s in my mouth. With a hand on my chin, Clay turns my face toward him and licks Xander’s cum from my face.
“Our girl did so well, Clay. Give her her reward and fuck her,” Xander tells him.
Clay rises, pulling me to my feet. Bending down, he wraps his arms around my thighs, hoisting me over his shoulder. He carries me a few steps to the bed and sets me down gently, prompting me to scoot up a bit. Taking one of my ankles, he places my foot over his shoulder.
He pauses, glancing at Joshua in the desk chair, stroking himself, watching us intently.
“You good with watching me fuck our girl, bro?”
“Hell yes,” Joshua says, making him chuckle.
Clay’s finger teases my entrance, pushing inside. “So wet and ready for me,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. He pulls his finger out, licking me off him, and seconds later, pushes his cock inside my pussy.
“OhDio.” I exhale as Clay plunges deep, leaning down to me.
He sucks and nips a trail from my throat to my chest, then to my nipple, where he bites hard. It’s not painful, but I scream out in surprise, followed by a shaky breath.
My fingers grab his hair, pulling sharply, and he hisses in response. “I didn’t ask for attitude,” he growls out.
“It comes for free,” I retort.
He laughs. “Why can’t you be a good girl for me too?” he asks, leaning in for a kiss and biting my bottom lip.
Holding onto his shoulders, my nails dig into his skin. “Why aren’t you a good boy for me?” I shoot back.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he praises, pressing his thumb into my mouth. “I want to ruin you and spank you until you beg for me to stop.”
His thrusts become harder, faster.
“You sure talk a lot.” I pant.
He turns his head, licking the ankle that’s still over his shoulder, then he puts it down, pulling out. I don’t have time to cry out or object before he’s turning me onto my stomach. He hoists my hips up, thrusting inside me and spanking my ass hard, just under my new tattoo.
“You’re right. Shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” he demands, amusement evident in his voice.
“Fuck…” I whimper, gripping the sheets and losing myself in the pleasure.
“Jesus, what a fucking sight,” Joshua growls out.
I wish I could see him to ensure he’s okay with this. From the sound of his voice, he’s more than fine with it, and I have to trust he would speak up if he weren’t. Knowing he’s watching me and possibly enjoying what he sees does something to my low belly, and I’m clenching around Clay’s cock.
Clay’s thrusts are punishing, and the sound of skin clapping on skin fills the room, accompanied by me moaning his name. He slides his fingers into my hair, gripping it close to the scalp and pulling me up so I have to arch my back uncomfortably.
“Yes, take what I give you, kitten,” he demands, picking up intensity.
But suddenly, he stops and lets go of my hair. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Xander behind Clay on the bed, a hand on his throat, whispering something in his ear. When he releases him, the sound of a bottle being squeezed echoes, and Clay lets out a whimper. He leans over me, pulling me close and moaning in my ear. “Fuck, please.”
