He stares straight ahead. Breathing slow. Measured.
I straddle his waist and lean in close, watching the shift in his eyes.
“You okay?” I ask.
His jaw works, but he nods. “Yeah.”
I run a hand down his chest, nails scratching lightly over muscle and scars. “You can say no.”
“I won’t.”
“You can stop me.”
“I wouldn’t.”
He swallows. His voice is rough when he speaks again. “I’m not scared of losing control with you. I’m just not used to wanting to.”
Oh.
Oh, this man.
He’s mine.
I love him,
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m not giving it back until I’m done.”
That gets me a groan. A real one.
I lower myself, drag my hips against his cock, already thick and waiting.
“You’re safe. She’s got you,” Noah murmurs to Reid.
Orion presses a kiss to my mouth before I shift forward and let him take over, feeding me the taste of his kiss, his cock, his need.
Callum kneels behind me, palms spreading me open. “Still so fucking wet,” he says. “She was made for this.”
The lube’s warm, slick, and he works it in with care and cruelty.
Just enough stretch to make me shake again.
“Orion,” I moan, reaching forward.
He’s already there, guiding his cock between my lips, brushing against my tongue.
Callum presses in. Slow, stretching, perfect.
Reid groans beneath me, pulling at the restraints. “Fucking hell.”
“She’s divine, isn’t she?” Callum breathes.
“You should see your face,” Noah adds, one hand stroking down Reid’s chest. “You look wrecked already.”
“She’s not even moving yet,” Vitaly says, voice awed. “Wait until she rides you.”
I brace myself. One hand on Reid’s chest, the other gripping Orion’s thigh.
Then I start to move.
