Page 89 of Six of Hearts
"Please," I breathed.
The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties. Six pairs of eyes raked over me with undisguised hunger, and I felt powerful under their gazes.
"Fuck," Gabriel muttered. "Come here."
I went to him willingly, and his mouth crashed against mine, demanding and possessive. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him so I could feel how hard he already was. Behind me, I felt someone—Liam, I thought—unhook my bra, and then eager hands were cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked.
"On the bed," Noah commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I climbed onto the mattress, my body already aching with need. They were all stripping now, revealing the bodies I'd come to know so intimately. Noah's broad shoulders, Gabriel's defined abs, Ronan's strong arms, Julian's lean muscle, Ethan's perfect proportions, Liam's powerful build—each one different, each one perfect.
Ronan was the first to join me, settling between my thighs and hooking his fingers in my panties.
"These need to go," he said, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them down my legs.
"Already so wet," he murmured appreciatively, running a finger through my folds. "Who's this for, baby?"
"All of you," I gasped as he circled my clit. "Always all of you."
He rewarded me by dipping two fingers inside, and I arched off the bed. "That's my girl," he praised, working me slowly, thoroughly, until I was writhing beneath him.
Julian moved to my side, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other. The dual sensation made me moan, and I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his hard length.
"Fuck, Aria," he groaned against my breast.
Liam appeared on my other side, and I took him in my other hand, stroking them both in rhythm with Ronan's fingers inside me. The sounds filling the room—my moans, their groans, the wet slide of skin on skin—were obscene and perfect.
"I need to taste you," Ronan said, and before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his tongue replacing his fingers. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as he devoured me like a man starved.
"She's close," Noah observed from where he stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly.
"I can tell by the way she's trembling."
He was right. The pressure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Julian and Liam were both thrusting into my hands now, their breathing ragged, and Ronan's tongue was doing sinful things to my clit.
"Cum for us," Gabriel ordered. "Let us see you fall apart."
That was all it took. I shattered, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I screamed their names. Ronan worked me through it, not stopping until I was boneless and panting.
"Beautiful," Ethan murmured, climbing onto the bed. "But we're just getting started."
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Ready for me?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Please, Ethan."
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, and we both groaned at the sensation. He felt incredible, stretching and filling me perfectly. He started to move, slow and deep, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
"So fucking tight," he grunted, picking up his pace.
"So perfect."
Noah moved to the head of the bed, and I reached for him eagerly, taking him into my mouth. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I worked him with my tongue.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Take it all."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper as Ethan pounded into me. The dual sensations were overwhelming in the best way—being filled from both ends, surrounded by the men I loved.
