“Fuck.” Vitaly’s voice is raw as he grabs himself, pumping hard, eyes locked on me as he follows them over the edge.
Even Elliot, cool and composed, breaks.
His hand moves over his cock once, twice, then he groans and spills onto the sheets beside me, breath ragged.
They didn’t even need to be inside me.
Just watching was enough.
It takes a minute before any of us move.
Then Noah pulls me gently off Reid’s chest, murmuring soft apologies and sweet things as he tucks a pillow under my head.
Callum’s got a warm towel, cleaning between my thighs with the kind of care that makes me want to cry.
“Too much?” he whispers.
“Perfect,” I rasp.
Orion’s pressing a bottle of water to my lips.
I drink greedily.
He smiles, brushing damp hair from my forehead.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he says.
Vitaly kisses my knee, then my thigh. Then my hip. “You okay?”
I nod.
Elliot has my hand in both of his, stroking circles into my palm. “You took care of all of us.”
“I liked it,” I say, eyes fluttering. “I liked being the one in charge.”
Reid, still tied, still breathless, chuckles. “Remind me never to challenge your authority.”
“I’ll forget,” I tease.
“Good. I want you to.”
Noah frees Reid. Rubs his wrists in slow circles.
Then climbs in beside me and spoons me from behind.
Orion curls around the other side.
Callum tosses the towel aside and joins the pile.
I’m covered in men and sweat and adoration.
And still, they’re touching me.
Gentle. Sweet. Possessive.
“Someone feed her chocolate,” Callum says.
“I want chicken,” I say.
