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Tate leans down and kisses my shoulder. His lips nuzzle against my ear, and his voice is a soothing rumble. “That was so fucking hot. I had no idea when I met you on that plane that you were such a dirty girl, but I love it.” He strokes my hair back from my face. “That might have just outdone every sex scene in every book I’ve ever read.”

He pulls out of me, and I shiver at the feeling. Ares steps in again. I brace myself, thinking he’s going to take his turn, but instead he gathers me up, carrying me from the living room to the room I slept in. Tate and Callan follow, eager to see where this goes next.

He lays me down on the bed and then strips, shucking off the rest of his clothes.

His eyes are so dark as he looks at me, his thick cock bobbing as it juts out from his body.

“Spread your legs for me, firefly,” he says.

I do it, and all three of them groan at the sight of me.

“You have no idea,” Ares says. “How fucking good you look right now. Well fucked, leaking cum, ready to go again. It’s filthy. You’re beautiful.”

“You talk a lot dirtier now than you used to,” I tell him. “But I guess that makes sense. You’ve had a lot more experience now.”

A look passes over his face, but I can’t quite read it.

“Maybe it’s just you, firefly,” Ares says, brushing past what I said. “Maybe you bring it out in me.”

He crawls up over me, his cock nudging between my legs. The head of him drags through the wetness there, and I whimper softly.

Part of me can’t believe this is happening. I’ve never had sex back to back like this, and it never would have occurred to me to seek it out, but I want it so much right now. My body hums with need, my pussy throbbing with the desire to be filled again.

“Look at me,” Ares murmurs.

I do, holding his gaze as he slides his cock inside me. It feels intimate, even with the audience of his friends, and I can see in Ares’ eyes just how much it affects him to be sinking his cock into me right now. It affects me too. My breathing hitches, and I clench around him, arching up like I want him in me deeper.

I do, and Ares seems to understand that. He bottoms out in me and then starts to move, not looking away from me. His hips move steadily, fucking me slow and deliberate at first, like he wants me to feel every single inch of his cock moving, dragging along the most sensitive parts of me, working me up even more.

I gasp his name, clinging to him. It’s clear from the way his brow is furrowed and his pace doesn’t speed up that he’s trying to draw this out. He doesn’t want to rush through it, so he’s fucking me slow, holding off to make this last.

It’s a sweet sentiment, and ordinarily that would make me feel some kind of way. Right now it just makes me impatient. Because I don’t want to wait. I’m so turned on, so overwhelmed with the need to feel him really fucking me, that I can’t help but beg for more.

“Ares, fuck. Please. Harder. I need more. Please.” I buck up against him, trying to force him deeper inside me, where I need him.

“Brynn,” he chokes out, biting down on his lip.

“Give it to me. Ares, please. I need it. I need you. I need you to fuck me hard and fill me up with your cum. I need to be so full of you.”

His composure cracks along the seams, shattered just that bit more when I clench around him again. He swears breathlessly, staring down at me.

“If I let go, I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle,” he warns me.

“I don’t care,” I shoot back. “Just fuck me.”

Ares growls low in his throat, and then all that composure is gone. It’s replaced by a hot, intense need that transforms his face. All the measured pace is gone in an instant, and his hips snap forward, burying his cock in me to the hilt in a thrust that punches the wind out of me.

I cry out, holding on to him as he fucks me hard and fast now. He loses the control he was holding on to, giving in to how good it feels and how much he wants me.

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my gut. I lose track of what I’m saying, focusing only on how good it feels and how close I am to the edge again while I moan his name and beg for more. It’s overwhelming, intense just on the verge of being too much. I claw at Ares’ back, the pleasure mingling with overstimulation in a way that sets me squirming.

“It’s so much,” I gasp out. “Fuck.”

Ares chuckles. “If you can’t handle me, firefly, you’re definitely not ready for what Callan’s gonna do to you.”

I glance over at Callan, who’s watching with that intense focus, his hand gripping his cock like he’s trying to hold himself back.

Heat rips through me, pleasure making me arch and whine for more. “Don’t stop,” I beg Ares. “Please don’t stop.”