Chapter 16
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Xavier tugged her backward a little more so that her back draped against his chest. Then he reached down to line himself up with her entrance and rolled his hips, sliding inside her smoothly.
They both caught their breaths, as he filled her up, stretching her walls with this thickness. He couldn’t get as deep from this angle as he would be able to from some other position, but he was big and thick enough that it didn’t even fucking matter. She could feel him everywhere. And for the first time, she could actually feel his piercing, hard and unyielding as it dragged against her walls.
The first time they had fucked, she hadn’t been able to feel it neither had she paid any attention to it. But now, she could feel it just as much as his cock.
“God Xavier,” she moaned, as her head rolled back on his shoulder. “That feels so good.”
Her back arched a little, putting her on more display for Nicholas. She was laid out like a banquet, as Xavier began to thrust inside her shallowly, gripping her hips firmly to get leverage as he moved.
This time, she didn’t need to have Nicholas or Xavier tell her what to do, she just came. Yet, her body was starving for more, desperate for more. Her fingers began to descend lower to her clit again, pressing delicately at the oversensitive bundle of nerves.
Nicholas watched her play with herself, matching her tempo on his dick, as she began to swirl her fingers, the two of them falling into sync as Xavier fucked her from behind.
“I’m not going to last long, Ana,” he murmured into her ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to her hair and the side of her face. “I can’t. You feel too fucking good. I’ll fuck you slow next time, but right now, I just need to come inside you. I need to feel you take my cum. I need to make you mine.”
His words made her toes curl as she grind her ass against his hips, clenching around him as she tried to drag his cock in, even more deeper.
She let out a noise that was half a groan and half a whimper, squirming against him as another orgasm built steadily inside her, bordering on a hurricane of pleasure, as warmth spread through her limbs, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, making them curl even more.
Since words were impossible at the moment, she turned her head and captured his lips in a kiss, her fingers strumming her clit with desperate movements. He kissed her back hungrily despite the awkward angle, plunging his tongue into her mouth as one hand grabbed her waist, pulling her down on his cock as his hips thrust up hard from beneath her.
“Oh, fuck!”
The ragged shout came from Nicholas, not Xavier, and it was the sound of him coming apart that was their undoing, setting off a chain reaction like the first domino falling.
Pleasure detonated in her core, and Xavier pulsed and swelled, his cock growing impossibly thicker as he emptied himself inside her. Nicholas let out a rough grunt, and the wet slapping noise of his fist around his cock slowed.
All three of them were breathing hard, the sharp sounds filling the quiet room as tension bled from her body. Her kiss with Xavier slowed and deepened, becoming less frantic and more gentle in the aftermath of their release.
Adriana’s heart was still thudding heavily in her chest, as if it had gotten behind during the height of her pleasure and was now doing its best to catch up.
Xavier’s hand left her hip, roaming up the side of her body before cupping her breast, massaging the soft flesh and plucking at her nipple. She gasped as a zing of sensation shot through her, making him chuckle. Then he broke their kiss, resting his head against hers as he glanced over at his brother.
Nicholas looked just like she felt, sated and a little stunned. “Goddamn, Blue.” He let out a breath, reaching over the dining table and grabbing a few paper towels. He wiped himself up, discarding the used towels in a bin before tucking himself away.
Xavier helped her shift forward, as he slid out of her, excruciatingly slow, as if he never wanted to leave her pussy walls.
“You’re astonishing,” he said as she stroked his forearms. She was pretty sure she wasn’t the only girl that had received that particular compliment.
He kissed her shoulder. It was such a sweet post coital gesture, as if they were a long-standing couple, making her sigh. It felt good to be held. It felt freeing to be fucked.
“You okay?” he asked, tightening his arms around her.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
She padded across the room naked to grab the box of paper towels, returning and holding it out to him.
He grabbed a few and began to clean himself up, methodically as if he wasn’t in a hurry. He took his time again, cleaning her up. She looked down at him with a smile, as he worked. His touch both sweet and dirty, just like him.
When he slid a finger through her folds, brushing another over her clit, she clenched around him instantly, hissing out a breath.
“Still want more, huh?” she chuckled.
“Of you?” He looked up, his blue eyes warming as he teased her entrance with his finger. “Always.”
She leaned down to kiss him, burying her finger in his hair. It was meant to be short, just a sweet gesture between lovers, but just like his attempt to clean her up, it morphed from sweet and tender to rough and dirty in flat seconds. He tugged her upward, and once again, she found herself straddling his hips, this time around facing him.
His cock twitched, hardening a little beneath her. His pants were still undone, and her hand roamed over the skin of his arms, chest, and stomach as they kissed, touching all the parts of him she couldn’t reach earlier while he was fucking her.
The kiss went on for so long that it turned as slow and deep as molasses, as if their bodies were melting into each other, two separate forms joining into one.
“Now what?” she asked, when they finally broke their kiss, going limp against his body.
“Now, we eat.”
***
“Do you want something to drink?” Nicholas called from the kitchen. “Water perhaps?”
She reached for the clock on the nightstand as she answered. “That’d be great. Thanks.”
It was 4:30AM and she had to leave for the palace soon. She would have to sleep later, there hadn’t been any chance of sleeping so close to Nicholas or Xavier, as was the case whenever she was with either of them. They were both insatiable and she was more than happy going along for the ride.
“What are we at?” He walked back into the bedroom and handed her a glass of water.
“It’s four thirty. I need to get cleaned up.”
“I mean, how many orgasms? I told you to keep count.” He crawled across the bed, pulling the bed sheets down her body.
Xavier had left earlier, getting called back to the palace for some work. So, it was just the two of them.
She slid away from him. “Four, but seriously. I need to get going, I have work to do.” She climbed out of bed and headed to the living room.
The silver domes were still scattered across the dining table. They had only indulged in a few bites of food, before starting off their bedroom acrobatics all over again.
She picked up one to find a slice of strawberry gateau that looked incredible. She dipped her finger into it and tasted.
Mmmm. She closed her eyes. Delicious.
“Your ass is the best I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Nicholas’ hands were on her hips, smoothing down her ass. Every time he touched her, her skin tightened as if her body was preparing itself for another climax. But she really needed a shower and needed to get back to work.
“Nick, I really have to go.”
He ignored her. “Lean over.” He grabbed her waist with one hand, the other pushing her gently forward so she was gripping the edge of the table.
“And your pussy—it’s so fucking sweet.” Without warning, he slammed into her, forcing her farther onto the table. Vaguely, she heard a plate crash to the ground, but couldn’t concentrate on anything but Nicholas fucking her as though it was the first time.
He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him.
“You want to leave? You had enough of my dick?”
“No.” She was trembling and weak from a night of monumental fucking, but she would never get enough of his dick, or Xavier’s.
She bucked away from him when he reached around and found her clit. He knew the exact pressure to use. She wasn’t sure she would survive another orgasm. She clasped my hand over his. “Please,” was all she could manage to say
“This clit is mine. I told you that. I’ll do what I want with it.”
She released his hand, steadying herself on the table. He was right; he owned her body when he touched her. There was something disturbing about the power both he and Xavier had over it.
Despite him filling her like no other man ever had, except Xavier she still had the urge to have him deeper. She widened her legs, hoping to get more of him.
“Oh, yes, you can’t get enough, can you?”
She shook my head. “Please.” He slammed faster and faster into her, pulling her closer and closer to him. He groaned behind her as she twisted her hips in the hope that she could give him a fraction of the pleasure he was giving her.
The skin on her arms began to burn from the friction against the table, and she found she took pleasure from it. She wanted some kind of semi-permanent reminder of her night with him.
“Look at me, Blue. I know you’re close and I want to see that beautiful face when you come.”
She turned to him, pushing herself up with one hand. A thin sheen of sweat covered his muscle-bound body and the veins in his neck stood out with his effort. The sight of him was the last straw, and she gave him her orgasm, one final time.
