Callum moves in from the side. His fingers are slick when they touch me, spreading lube with practiced ease, gentle but wicked.
He gives a low hum of approval.
“She’s ready for you,” he says to Vitaly, voice like a secret.
Reid brushes his fingers along my thigh, tracing lines where Elliot’s jaw flexes beneath me.
“Fucking stunning,” he says. “Look at you.”
“She’s a goddamn vision,” Orion growls. He leans in, presses a kiss to my spine. “Keep your hands on her, Volkov. Don’t let her fall.”
I’m close. Every nerve’s lit.
Elliot’s mouth is ruthless, tongue steady.
Noah kisses me like he’s in love with the sounds I make.
And behind me, Vitaly’s cock is hard and waiting, his grip tightening as he lines himself up.
When I come, it’s with a cry muffled by Noah’s lips and Elliot’s tongue between my thighs.
My whole body locks, arches, writhes.
Every man in the room feels it.
I don’t give them time to recover. I shift down, grip Elliot’s cock, and guide him into me as I straddle him fully.
Then I reach back.
“Now,” I tell Vitaly.
He makes a low, desperate sound and presses into me from behind.
Slow. Careful.
I take them both.
Stretch and fullness and fire.
Noah at my mouth, still kissing, still whispering praise.
Callum’s hand on my chest.
Orion stroking my arm, my hair.
Reid, quiet, watching like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t touch soon.
Elliot thrusts up into me blindly, trusting me to ride the edge.
Vitaly gasps as he bottoms out, hands gripping my hips.
The stretch has my breath catching in my throat.
Elliot thick beneath me.
Vitaly steady behind.
Every movement rocks me deeper between them, filled and full and fuller.
