“Everything you want,” Xander agrees, and finally—finally—his big finger starts to circle my clit.
I close my eyes on a low groan at the feeling, then open them to look up at Joshua.
“More.” I push my tongue out, needy and eager, pulse skidding as he slides back in, until the head of his cock nudges the back of my throat. My neck stretches, pulse hammering in my ears. He holds it there, allowing me adjust, but the wait makes me ache, and I swallow around him without meaning to, making him hiss.
“Carolina, F-fuck!” He starts fucking my throat in long, steady strokes.
Holy shit.
Upside-down, stuffed full, throat and pussy claimed at once. My hands scrabble for purchase and find Xander’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh, but it doesn’t deter him from making me feel good with his perfectly circling fingers.
Every thrust from Clay drives me deeper onto Joshua’s cock, every pull-back drags me off enough to breathe.
I feel more than I see Xander leaning over me. “That’s it, Carolina. Take them both. Look how pretty you are, choking on one cock and dripping on the other. Our good girl. Our perfect fucking queen.”
I can’t answer, can only moan around Joshua, making him curse and thrust harder. Mascara-stained tears leak from the corners of my eyes, but I’ve never felt more beautiful.
I tap Joshua’s thigh when I can’t take it anymore, and all at once, he immediately pulls out, Xander’s fingers leave me, and Clay stops his thrusts.
Each breath is a gasp for air as Xander moves behind Clay, the mattress dipping heavily under his knees. Clay’s hips stutter, cock pulsing inside me like he already knows what’s coming.
Xander doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.
When the bed shifts more, followed by the sound of light sucking, Clay’s hips jerk forward, effectively driving him deeper into me. I don’t need to be able to see to know Xander is kissing along Clay’s skin.
I’m at their mercy. All I can do is whimper, a small cry of pleasure at the feeling.
Joshua pushes a stray strand of hair gently from my face.
“Easy, love,” Xander murmurs against Clay’s ear. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
The sharp click of the lube cap cracks through the room, then Clay shifts forward, dropping to his forearms on either side of me. He’s practically panting as he presses his forehead to my breast, a broken moan vibrating against my skin.
I know when Xander pushes a finger inside Clay, because his whole body shudders against mine. The wet sound of lube is almost obscene compared to our heavy breaths.
Clay’s cock throbs inside me, trapped between Xander’s prep and my clenching walls. Then his back arches like a bowstring. “Fuck… babe?—”
“There we go,” Xander praises. “So greedy for my fingers. Just as greedy as our girl is for our cocks.” He makes Clay whine high in his throat, and a second later, I feel the shift behind him as Xander slicks himself before pushing forward.
Clay’s moan is guttural, his hands fisting the sheets beside me while he’s pushed even deeper inside.
The sound tears a broken noise from my throat, and Joshua curses softly at that. “Fuck.”
“You take me so well, love,” Xander rasps when he pulls back an inch, then snaps forward, hard.
I cry out, nails raking down Clay’s biceps. Xander sets the rhythm, brutal but perfect, and every thrust punches Clay deeper into me, over and over, until I’m sobbing.
Xander leans over Clay’s shoulder, theeth grazing his ear. “Feel that, love? That’s me fucking you into our girl. Both of you…mine.” He punctuates the last declaration with a sharp thrust that has my breath catching.
My head still hangs over the edge of the bed, but each thrust from Xander has Clay slamming into me, pushing my body closer to Joshua, who slides his fingers into my hair, curling gently but firmly at the nape of my neck. He tilts my head back farther over the edge, and my throat opens like an offering.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, dragging his cock across my swollen lips, no doubt leaving a shiny trail over them.
On instinct, I open wide, and he slides his length in again until my nose is buried in his balls, throat pulsing around him as I try to swallow.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only take, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Joshua palms my breast, squeezing hard enough that my nipple throbs between his fingers. “These tits,” he groans out, pinching and rolling the peak until it’s swollen and aching. “Fucking perfect.”
