Orion’s there, steadying me with hands like stone and a gaze like stormclouds. He nudges between my thighs from behind while Elliot adjusts my knees wider, tapping one gently until it slides over Vitaly’s still-bare chest.
Callum’s lube-slicked fingers graze my lips.
“C’mon, madness,” he says, voice mischief and need. “Let me fuck that mouth before I lose my goddamn mind.”
“She needs prepping first,” Elliot says. “She just came. Orion, fingers. Two.”
I moan into the headboard as Orion obeys.
One thick, lubed finger, then two, stretching my ass while Callum kisses down my spine.
Noah is at my side, stroking himself slow, murmuring sweet nothings in Russian that he definitely learned from Vitaly.
“Tell her how beautiful she is,” Vitaly says from beneath me, still breathless from worship.
Noah obeys. “You’re art, Juliet. You’re gravity.”
Orion’s fingers crook.
Callum positions himself at my lips and traces them with the head of his cock. “Open up, sweetheart. First time Vitaly sees you like this, let’s make it memorable.”
I take him deep.
He tastes like salt and chocolate.
I hum around him.
He chokes on a curse. “Jesus fucking. She’s…”
“Finish that sentence and you’re out of the rotation,” Elliot warns.
Callum just groans and rocks forward, shallow, controlled thrusts while Orion keeps working me open from behind.
“Ready,” Elliot says after a moment. “Orion, take her. Vitaly, you want to be inside her when she breaks again?”
Vitaly growls. It’s not a yes. It’s a claim.
Elliot gives a nod.
In one motion, Orion replaces his fingers with his cock, stretching me slow but firm while Elliot guides Vitaly up from the bed, cock in hand, position perfect.
They slide into me together, front and back, and I moan around Callum, muffled, overwhelmed, split in the best fucking way.
“Good girl,” Elliot says. “Take them. Show them what you were made for.”
They thrust in tandem, Orion’s grip on my hips like iron, Vitaly’s hands tangled with his, watching every flicker of pleasure on my face.
Callum starts to lose rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…”
Elliot grabs his jaw. “Hold it. She’s not done.”
But I am. I come hard again, body locking, everything tightening as both men fuck me through it.
Vitaly curses in Russian. Orion snarls. They come seconds apart, filling me with heat.
Callum doesn’t ask for permission. He pulls out of my mouth, spills across my tongue. “Fuck, you’re a dream.”
“That was so fucking hot.” Noah’s already moving. “My turn,” he says, pulling me into his lap as Orion and Vitaly collapse back.
