I pull Carter’s mouth to mine but keep my eyes on Xavi, using the only way I know I can get to him. I lick around Carter’s tongue and snake my hand around to his back, sliding it down into his jeans to finger his already wet, open hole, picking up where we left off. I ignore the way my dick gets harder at the flash of heat in Xavi’s eyes. Or maybe it’s jealousy. Probably a little of both.