Page 90 of Six of Hearts
Ethan's thrusts became erratic, and I knew he was close.
"Gonna cum," he warned. "Fuck, Aria—"
He buried himself deep and came with a shout, his release triggering another orgasm from me. I moaned around Noah's cock, and he pulled out quickly.
"Not yet," he said roughly. "I want to be inside you when I come."
Ethan pulled out, and immediately Gabriel was there, flipping me onto my hands and knees. "My turn," he growled, and slammed into me from behind.
I cried out at the intensity, bracing myself on my hands as he set a punishing pace. This was Gabriel—raw and powerful and utterly consuming.
"Take it," he commanded, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other came down on my ass in a sharp slap. "Take all of me.”
"Yes," I gasped. "Harder, Gabriel."
He obliged, fucking me with an intensity that made my arms shake. Julian appeared in front of me, and I took him into my mouth, wanting to be filled completely.
"Jesus Christ," Julian groaned, his hands gentle in my hair even as Gabriel ravaged me from behind. "Your mouth is heaven."
I worked him with everything I had, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue until he was cursing and trembling. Gabriel's fingers found my clit, rubbing tight circles, and I came again, my whole body convulsing with pleasure.
"Fuck!" Gabriel roared, slamming into me one last time as he found his release.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, but there was no time to rest. Liam was already pulling me into his lap, positioning me over his cock.
"Ride me," he said, his blue eyes blazing. "Show me how much you want it.”
I sank down onto him with a moan, my oversensitive body protesting and welcoming the intrusion all at once. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rolled and ground against him.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Use me. Take what you need."
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I rode him harder, chasing another orgasm. Ronan appeared behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks.
"Think you can take both of us?" he asked, his finger circling my back entrance.
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Ronan."
He worked me open slowly, carefully, adding lube and fingers until I was ready. Then he was pressing inside, and the stretch was intense and perfect and overwhelming.
"Breathe," Liam murmured, holding still inside me. "We've got you."
When Ronan was fully seated, they both paused, letting me adjust to the fullness. I felt split open, claimed completely, and it was exactly what I needed.
"Move," I begged. "Please move."
They started slowly, finding a rhythm—when one pulled out, the other pushed in. The sensation was indescribable, pleasure bordering on too much but not quite crossing that line.
"So fucking perfect," Ronan groaned.
"Taking us both so well."
"Made for us," Liam agreed, his thumb finding my clit.
I was babbling now, incoherent pleas and praise falling from my lips as they worked me higher and higher. When my orgasm hit, it was devastating—my whole body seized, pleasure whiting out my vision as I screamed.
They followed seconds later, both of them coming deep inside me, their groans mixing with my cries.
We stayed like that for a long moment, connected and complete, before carefully separating. I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, my body humming with satisfaction.
