Chapter Twenty-Five
Juliet
They all eat dinner like men starved.
Clean the table.
Then look at me.
Hunger like nothing I’ve ever seen.
“Showers. Then to the room,” I say.
Clothes fall off on the way to the bathroom.
Someone starts the water.
Steam fills the room.
Body wash and rags get tossed from hand to hand.
Suds and fingers are everywhere.
Teeth and tongue.
I don’t even know who washes who.
Don’t think they do either.
Doesn’t matter.
The goal is shared.
Clean naked bodies in the playroom.
Six of them.
Mine.
Still glistening.
Towels wrapped loosely around them.
Seated like kings, or prowling the edges like wolves pretending to behave.
The air’s thick with heat and tension and something feral that slinks around my ankles like a leash I never asked permission to hold.
“Towels off,” I say, just to see who moves first.
Callum’s first. Already leaking for me.
Good boy.
Vitaly hesitates, and it only makes my mouth go dry. That wide-eyed, uncertain flash in him hasn’t learned yet that everything pleasureful goes here.
I walk past them like I’m selecting weapons.
Reid’s jaw is tight.
Orion’s already hard.
Noah’s smiling, sweet. Not innocent.
Elliot standing, hands behind his back, waiting for inspection.
I stop in front of him.
“You,” I say, tilting my head. “Down.”
He drops to his knees without a word.
No protest. No questions.
And fuck, it does something to me.
Elliot, who only gives power when he chooses.
Giving it now.
To me.
I drag my fingers through his hair. Grip. Not gently.
“On the bed.”
He moves. Graceful. Controlled. But he obeys.
I follow.
The others gather like gravity’s rearranging them around me.
I slide the silk blindfold from the toybox and hold it out.
Elliot stiffens.
“It’s me,” I whisper, low by his ear. “Just me. Do you trust me?”
He nods once.
I bind him in black.
The fabric smooths over his eyes.
He lets out a breath that sounds like surrender.
My chest tightens in the most delicious way.
The others are watching.
Eyes on me, breath held, the room coiled.
I don’t look at them yet.
“Vitaly.” My voice slices through the hush.
He startles slightly.
I beckon with two fingers. “Behind me.”
He moves slowly. Swallows.
Oh, I’m going to ruin him.
But first.
Elliot.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his chest.
The moment I do, the air breaks.
Noah moans.
Callum mutters “Fuck.”
Someone passes me the lube.
Elliot lies blindfolded beneath me, arms spread wide across the bed.
Obedient. Waiting.
“Let me see your mouth,” I say.
He parts his lips.
I run a thumb across them, slow.
Filthy thoughts bloom.
I shift my weight forward, letting my thighs cage his head.
“Make me come, Elliot. Use your mouth. Nothing else.”
His breath stutters. Then he lifts his head, tongue dragging against me.
God, he’s good.
Controlled, practiced.
Even blindfolded, he reads me like a story he’s already underlined.
I sink down harder on his face, fingers threading into his hair to anchor myself. “Fuck, yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
Noah’s breath catches. He kneels beside us, his cock in his hand like he can’t decide if he’s patient enough to wait his turn. He leans in, kisses my shoulder, then my throat.
“Let me?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear.
I nod, barely able to breathe. “Let me taste my sweet boy.”
He obeys.
I open for him, lips to lips, and he groans against me.
Behind me, there’s movement.
“Vitaly,” I rasp. “Come here.”
He steps close behind me, one hand tentative on my waist, the other just barely grazing my lower back.
“Help him,” I say, breathless.
Callum moves in from the side. His fingers are slick when they touch me, spreading lube with practiced ease, gentle but wicked.
He gives a low hum of approval.
“She’s ready for you,” he says to Vitaly, voice like a secret.
Reid brushes his fingers along my thigh, tracing lines where Elliot’s jaw flexes beneath me.
“Fucking stunning,” he says. “Look at you.”
“She’s a goddamn vision,” Orion growls. He leans in, presses a kiss to my spine. “Keep your hands on her, Volkov. Don’t let her fall.”
I’m close. Every nerve’s lit.
Elliot’s mouth is ruthless, tongue steady.
Noah kisses me like he’s in love with the sounds I make.
And behind me, Vitaly’s cock is hard and waiting, his grip tightening as he lines himself up.
When I come, it’s with a cry muffled by Noah’s lips and Elliot’s tongue between my thighs.
My whole body locks, arches, writhes.
Every man in the room feels it.
I don’t give them time to recover. I shift down, grip Elliot’s cock, and guide him into me as I straddle him fully.
Then I reach back.
“Now,” I tell Vitaly.
He makes a low, desperate sound and presses into me from behind.
Slow. Careful.
I take them both.
Stretch and fullness and fire.
Noah at my mouth, still kissing, still whispering praise.
Callum’s hand on my chest.
Orion stroking my arm, my hair.
Reid, quiet, watching like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t touch soon.
Elliot thrusts up into me blindly, trusting me to ride the edge.
Vitaly gasps as he bottoms out, hands gripping my hips.
The stretch has my breath catching in my throat.
Elliot thick beneath me.
Vitaly steady behind.
Every movement rocks me deeper between them, filled and full and fuller.
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?
Chaos.
They swarm me.
Noah’s got a bottle of water already cracked.
Callum’s holding it to my lips.
Reid’s wiping between my legs with a warm cloth, his voice soft.
Elliot’s still panting, blindfolded, but reaching for me with trembling hands.
Vitaly pulls out gently, whispering “Are you okay?” against my neck like he’ll never stop if I don’t answer.
“I’m perfect,” I say hoarsely.
“You’re fucking divine,” Orion growls, cupping my face and kissing my forehead.
“She’s not done,” Callum says with a smirk. “She just conquered the first half.”
“Queen of us all,” Noah whispers, mouth at my shoulder.
And they look at me like I’ve become something holy.
I’m still catching my breath when Noah wipes his lips with the back of his hand and grins like a sinner.
“Well. I can die happy.”
“You will,” Callum says, smug. “Just not tonight.”
“Not before me,” Orion says. “I’ve got dibs on death by thighs.”
Vitaly’s still behind me, hands gentle at my hips, his head tucked against my shoulder, not ready to let go.
Elliot’s blindfolded, sweat-slick, but smiling. “That was…” He trails off, breathless. “Exceptional.”
I lean down and kiss his mouth, slow and soft. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always.”
Then I pull back and glance around. They’re watching again, waiting.
Hungry.
Mine.
I stretch, just enough to remind them I can. That I’m still in charge. That I’m only getting started.
“So,” I say, voice light, teasing. “Who’s ready to be my next toy?”
“Me,” Orion says instantly.
“I’m flexible,” Callum offers. “Lube’s already warm.”
Reid’s the only one who hasn’t spoken.
I turn to him.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tension coiled in every line of him. Watching like a man who wants too much.
“Reid,” I say softly.
He lifts his eyes. “Yeah?”
I cross the space between us and crawl onto his lap, one hand cupping his jaw.
“Do you trust me?”
His jaw tightens. Then loosens. “Yes.”
I nod to the restraints at the bedpost. “Then lie back for me.”
His eyes flash. “You want me tied up?”
“I want you mine,” I say, brushing my lips over his. “All of you.”
He exhales hard. Then, without another word, stands, circles the bed, and lies down. Arms above his head.
My heart clenches.
Callum makes a low whistling sound. “Fuck me. That’s hot.”
“I’ll get the cuffs,” Noah says, already moving.
“Gentle?” Reid asks, voice low.
I smile. “When have I ever been gentle with you?”
He groans. “Point taken.”
Orion’s at my side. “Where do you want me?”
“Your mouth,” I say.
His grin is feral. “Knew you liked how I taste.”
“You’re sweeter than you look.” I look over my shoulder. “Callum. Back door’s yours.”
He lifts the bottle of lube like a goddamn sommelier. “I brought options.”
“Of course you did.”
Elliot’s moved to the side, propped on his elbows now, the blindfold pulled down around his neck. He’s watching me like he’s already addicted again.
Vitaly kisses my shoulder, murmuring something in Russian that sounds a lot like awe.
And Noah? He’s at my side, helping buckle Reid into place, murmuring steady things in his ear.
I take a moment.
Breathe.
All six of them.
My hands. My toys. My gods.
Reid’s wrists flex as Noah tightens the cuffs.
The leather hugs his skin, smooth and firm against the tension in his arms.
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.
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.
“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.
They laugh.
“We’ll bring the whole fridge,” Reid says. “Just don’t move.”
I don’t.
I let them hold me.
Love me.