Slow, controlled grind.
Reid’s cock dragging deep.
Callum’s fucking me from behind, his grip iron, his rhythm roughening with every moan.
Orion feeds me more.
Words.
Praise.
The heat of his cock brushing my tongue as I open for him again.
Noah’s hand is on my back, stroking.
Elliot’s by my side now, whispering filth into my ear.
Vitaly kneels at my feet, kissing my ankles, my calves, anything he can reach.
I ride it.
Ride Reid’s cock and Callum’s stretch and Orion’s taste.
I ride the worship. The power. The sheer glory of being held like this and fucked like this.
I’m going to come again. Harder this time.
And they’ll all feel it.
The rhythm builds fast now.
Callum’s lost his edge of control, slamming into me with low, broken sounds.
Reid’s muscles are straining, jaw clenched, cock twitching deep inside me.
Orion curses softly, his hand in my hair, guiding me down his shaft as my moans buzz against him.
I can’t hold it anymore.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Hot, violent, shattering.
My whole body locks and bucks and screams around them.
That’s all it takes.
Reid comes with a hoarse yell, hips jerking up as he pulses inside me, ropes of heat spilling deep.
Callum groans behind me, his thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. Goddamn you’re perfect.”
And then he’s spilling inside, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Orion gasps. His cock throbs against my tongue, and then I taste it, warm, thick, his, as he shudders through it.
I collapse forward, panting. Shaking. So full I can barely move.
“Jesus Christ,” Noah says.
He comes untouched, breath catching, hips twitching as he spills across his stomach.
