He’s thick, flushed, already leaking for me.
I press a kiss to the crease of his thigh, then the tip of his cock, and revel in the way he jerks.
His breath punches out like he’s never felt anything this intimate.
But I don’t suck him. Not yet.
I crawl higher.
I kiss his chest. His throat. I trace every line of him, cataloging my treasure.
And when I straddle his face, he doesn’t even flinch.
“Holy fuck,” Callum breathes.
“Let him,” Elliot says softly.
I brace one hand on the headboard and guide myself down.
He groans the moment I touch him, tongue flattening, arms locking around my thighs. His hands tremble but he holds me and devours.
“Jesus,” Noah whispers. “He’s starving.”
I roll my hips.
His tongue is eager, messy, imprecise. He moans into me like he’s tasting divinity and doesn’t care if he drowns in it. His stubble burns in the best way. He locks his arms tighter.
“Vitaly,” I gasp, “yes, fuck, yes, like that.”
Callum’s pacing like a caged animal now.
Orion sits at the foot of the bed, cock already out, stroking slow as he watches me ride Vitaly’s mouth.
“Goddamn,” Orion says. “I thought Juliet was the greedy one.”
“Let him eat,” Elliot says. “She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”
And I’m greedy. I rock against his mouth and lose all sense of time. I don’t even realize I’m chanting his name until Noah starts saying it with me.
I come hard, voice breaking, thighs shaking around his head.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucking doesn’t stop.
Licks me through it, arms like iron, moaning against my cunt.
I collapse forward, bracing myself on his chest, and pant out, “Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Yes. Tag in.”
I’m still gasping when Noah steps in, strokes my hair back, kisses my temple. “You did so good, angel. Ready for more?”
“Chocolate or clean?” Elliot asks me.
“Chocolate,” I gasp, smiling crooked. “Make me sticky.”
Elliot slides behind me and tilts my hips back like I’m made of silk and purpose.
“Up,” he says. “Hands on the headboard. Let us stretch you open.”
