I grind down.
Elliot bucks into me blindly, guided by my hands and the frantic rise of my voice.
Vitaly’s breath is ragged. One hand fists in my hair, the other clutches my hip like it’s the only thing tethering him to Earth.
“Juliet,” he chokes out. “I. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I pant. “Stay with me.”
Noah moans beside me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this. All of you. Every inch.”
He strokes my face, my throat. Presses kisses wherever he can reach, his cock brushing my lips.
I open for him and suck, shallow and slow, just enough to make him curse.
Callum groans, his voice thick. “Watching you take them… you have no idea what it’s doing to us.”
Reid presses his forehead to my shoulder from behind. “I want to be next,” he whispers. “But fuck, I could live here. Just watching.”
Orion’s kissing my back again. His fingers slide between mine, grounding me as I start to climb again.
My thighs are shaking.
Elliot’s groaning beneath me now, no longer composed. Just a man, wrecked.
My man.
“Let go,” I whisper. “All of you. With me.”
Vitaly slams forward, losing rhythm.
Elliot jerks upward, hands clenched in the sheets.
Noah groans and spills hot in my mouth.
And I go with them.
The orgasm tearing through me like fire in a dry field.
Hot, fast, wild.
It rips a cry from me. A sob.
And they break.
Vitaly comes with a gasp, clutching me.
Elliot arches hard beneath me, spilling deep inside.
Noah’s still shaking beside me.
Callum’s got one hand on my chest and one on his cock.
Reid’s panting against my skin.
Orion kisses my temple.
And then?
