The living room is... crowded. Cozy, if I'm being generous. But crowded feels more accurate.

I glance around my tiny apartment, taking in the sight of three large men crammed onto my small, worn-out couch. Adrian is perched on the edge like he doesn't quite know how to relax, his perfectly pressed shirt somehow making him look even more out of place. Declan and Elias are pressed together, legs brushing and shoulders almost touching, and I can already see Elias side-eyeing Adrian's precarious balance on the edge of the cushion. My tiny coffee table, cluttered with snacks and drinks, only adds to the chaos.

What was I thinking? Hosting a movie night here? Stupid. Declan's place is no better, sure, but Elias's house has space. Hell, Adrian's practically lives in a mansion by comparison. Next time, this is happening at one of their places.

"Comfortable, Adrian?" Elias asks, his voice dripping with faux sweetness as he leans back, tossing an arm over the back of the couch.

Adrian raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching like he wants to smirk but doesn't quite dare. "I'm fine, thank you."

Elias hums, clearly unconvinced. Declan, always the mediator, shoves a bowl of popcorn in Elias's lap before the teasing can go any further. "Just watch the movie," he mutters, shaking his head.

I can't help but smile. These men. My men. As chaotic as this dynamic can be, it somehow works. I dim the lights and settle onto the couch, grabbing the remote to start the movie. A romance, because I'm shameless like that. The opening credits roll, and I glance at Adrian, noting the stiffness in his posture.

I know what I have to do. This whole night has been a plan in the making, and I'm determined to see it through.

Stepping around the couch, I move toward Adrian, my heart fluttering as his eyes follow my every move. Without a word, I settle myself onto his lap, my legs draped over his thighs as I lean back against his chest.

For a moment, Adrian freezes, his entire body going rigid beneath me. "Valarie—"

"Relax," I murmur, reaching for his hand and placing it on my hip. "It's just me."

His exhale is shaky, but he doesn't move away. Slowly, tentatively, his hand tightens on my waist, his thumb brushing under the fabric of my shirt. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's trying to figure out how to navigate this. It's endearing, honestly. Adrian may be reserved, but he's trying. For me. For us.

"You good?" I whisper, craning my neck to catch his eye.

He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Yeah."

I smile, settling back against him as the movie continues. Declan and Elias are engaged in their own quiet banter, Elias making sarcastic comments about the plot while Declan shushes him. I wonder if Declan has told Elias how he feels yet. Actually, I know he hasn't, or he would have told me he had. He really is dragging this on.

I let myself sink into the warmth of Adrian's body.

But then I notice it. A subtle shift beneath me.

At first, I think I'm imagining it. But the longer I stay still, the more obvious it becomes. Adrian's body is reacting. Hardening. Right beneath me. I bite my lip, stifling a grin as I shift slightly, pretending to adjust my position.

His breath catches, and I feel his grip on my hip tighten.

Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun.

I move again, this time more deliberately, leaning forward to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the table. The movement presses me more firmly against him, and I feel him twitch beneath me. Adrian's hand slides up my side, his fingers curling slightly, like he's trying to steady me. Or himself.

"Valarie," he murmurs, his voice low and strained.

"Hmm?" I turn to look at him, my expression the picture of innocence.

His jaw is clenched, his eyes dark as they meet mine. "You're... distracting."

I fight the urge to laugh, biting my lip as I settle back against him. "Sorry," I say, not sorry at all.

Declan shifts on the couch beside us, glancing over. "Everything good over there?"

Adrian clears his throat, his hand dropping to his side. "Fine."

Elias smirks, his eyes darting between us like he knows exactly what's happening. "Sure you are."

I shoot Elias a warning look, but he just raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. He's enjoying this way too much. My little voyeur.

The movie plays on, but my focus is elsewhere. Every time I move, even slightly, I can feel Adrian's body tense beneath me. It's almost too easy to rile him up, and I find myself wondering just how far I can push before he snaps.

But then his hand returns to my hip, his fingers digging in just enough to let me know he's had enough. His lips brush against my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Keep moving like that, Val, and I won't be able to stop myself."

Heat floods my body at his words, a thrill racing down my spine. "Maybe I don't want you to stop," I whisper back, leaning into him.

His breath catches, and I feel a tremor run through him. For a moment, I think he might actually do something right here, in front of the others. The thought sends a jolt of excitement through me.

But Adrian's always been the most restrained of the four of us. He takes a deep, steadying breath, his fingers flexing against my hip. "Behave," he growls softly, the word more plea than command.

I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes my heart race. "Or what?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.

If he isn't going to make a move, I will. At least enough of one to tempt him. I don't want to push him further than he is willing to go, but he doesn't know how far he will go if he never tries.

I maintain eye contact with him as I slip my hand under the waistband of my shorts. I feel all three sets of eyes on me.

Adrian's eyes widen, his grip on my hip tightening. I can see the internal struggle playing out on his face - the desire to maintain control warring with the urge to give in.

My fingers dip lower, and I have to bite my lip to stifle a moan as I find wetness already pooling. The air in the room feels electric, charged with tension. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Elias shift in his seat, his gaze fixed on my hand. Declan's as well.

My fingers slide into me easily and it feels so good. You would think after being fucked by all three of these men pretty regularly, that I would get tired of this. But I'm not. If anything, I'm hornier now that I ever was before.

I can't help the soft gasp that escapes my lips as I start to move my fingers. Adrian's eyes darken, his grip on my hip almost painful now. I can feel the heat of his body against my back, his breath coming faster.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, and I know I'm pushing him to his limit.

Elias leans forward, his voice husky. "Don't stop now, sweetheart. Give us a show."

My cheeks flush at his words, but the encouragement spurs me on. Elias stands, moving in front of me and Adrian. He grips the waistband of my shorts and pulls them off of me, exposing me to all three of them.

I gasp as the cool air hits my exposed skin. Elias's eyes roam over my body hungrily, a predatory grin spreading across his face. My fingers continue their ministrations, my hips rocking slightly against Adrian's hard body behind me.

"That's it," Declan murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. He's leaning forward now too, his eyes dark with desire. "Let us see how good you can make yourself feel."

It doesn't take long before I'm coming apart. Between the heated gazes and Adrian growing harder under me by the second, I lose control. Adrian holds me in place as I come undone.

I've barely had time to come down from my high before I stand, turning myself around to straddle Adrian. I know if I don't keep going, that he might stop. My lips find his neck, the little spot below his ear that I've come to find out drives him insane.

Elias and Declan watch from their spots, knowing that this is a show for them, but my touch is only for Adrian. Right now, at least.

I leave a trail of kisses from Adrian's neck to his lips. My tongue slips in finding his. His hands are back on my hips, grinding me down on him.

"Take off your clothes," I whisper against his lips in between kisses.

He hesitates for a moment. I know he's thinking of all the implications of what is about to happen. If he isn't ready, we can stop. We will stop. I want to push him outside of his comfort zone, but I don't want this to be weird for him. Before I can say anything else, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. I help, making fast work of the buttons before discarding his shirt in the floor.

My fingers fumble with the button on his jeans. I make eye contact with him, giving him time to tell me to stop, but he doesn't. I undo his pants, slipping my hand in and finding him hard and waiting for me. I pull him out, and God, is it as beautiful as the first time. I slide his erection between us and grind on it. My wetness coats him, making it easier to glide up and down the shaft.

Adrian's breath hitches as I move against him. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements. I can feel his heartbeat racing beneath my palm as I brace myself against his chest.

"Fuck," he groans, throwing his head back. The sight of his exposed neck is too tempting. I lean in, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

A low whistle from across the room reminds me we're not alone. I glance over my shoulder to see Elias and Declan watching intently, their own arousals evident.

"Can one of you grab a condom from my nightstand?"

Declan jumps up, eager to help. He's back in seconds, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. I take the condom from him with a wink, then turn my attention back to Adrian. The condom is on and now it's my favorite part.

"Ready?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Adrian nods, his eyes dark and hungry. I lift myself up, positioning him at my entrance. Slowly, achingly slow, I sink down onto him. We both gasp at the sensation. I pause, letting myself adjust to his size.

"God, you feel amazing," Adrian breathes, his fingers digging into my hip.

I bite my lip, savoring the delicious stretch as I take him in fully. Adrian's eyes are locked on mine, pupils blown wide with lust. I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"Fuck, Valarie," he groans, his hands gripping my waist tighter. The pads of his fingers are rough against my skin and I know he will leave bruises. Adrian is all gentle, except for this one thing.

I pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans.

I turn to face the other two. They're both standing, looking like they're waiting for instructions. And maybe they are. This is their first time with Adrian as well. They might be waiting for me to tell them what's okay.

"Declan, over here. And Elias, here, behind the couch." Both men listen to me. Declan sitting beside Adrian and I and Elias standing behind the couch. I don't even have to say anything before they are pulling their erections out as well.

My left hand finds Declan, while Elias fills my mouth. All of this happens as I am still sliding up and down on Adrian.

The sensations are overwhelming, my body buzzing with pleasure from every angle. Adrian's cock fills me perfectly, hitting all the right spots as I ride him. My hand strokes Declan's length, feeling it throb beneath my fingers. And Elias... God, the taste of him on my tongue is intoxicating.

I moan around Elias, the vibrations making him shudder. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper. Adrian's hips start to thrust up to meet mine, driving himself even further inside me. The change in angle sends shockwaves of pleasure through my core. I gasp, momentarily losing my rhythm on Elias.

"That's it, baby," Elias growls, his voice husky with desire. "Take us all."

His words ignite something primal within me. I double my efforts, determined to please all three men simultaneously. My hand pumps Declan faster, twisting slightly on the upstroke. He lets out a strangled moan, his abs clenching.

"Fuck, Val," Declan pants. "Your hand feels incredible."

I hum in acknowledgment, unable to speak with my mouth full of Elias. The vibrations make him groan, his grip tightening in my hair.

Adrian's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him. His fingers dig into my flesh, sure to leave marks. The thought of being marked by him sends a thrill through me.

I pick up the pace, bouncing faster on his cock while my hand brings Declan to climax. His cum is warm on my hand, his cock twitching with every release.

Sweat beads on my skin, my muscles burning with exertion, but I'm too lost in pleasure to care. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, overwhelmed by the sensations from three different men.

Elias pushes himself down my throat, causing me to gag, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, I'm close," he groans.

I redouble my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around Elias's length. His hips start to stutter, losing their rhythm as he nears his peak. I can feel him swelling in my mouth, right on the edge.

Meanwhile, Adrian's thrusts become more erratic, his face buried in my neck. I feel his cock swell at the same time I feel Elias's do the same. Both men come at the same time.

Instead of swallowing Elias's cum, I turn to Declan. I remove my cum soaked hand from his now sated dick and bring it to his face. I motion for him to open his mouth.

He pauses for a moment, fear flickering in his eyes. But then, something shifts in Declan's gaze. Curiosity replaces fear, and he parts his lips hesitantly.

I bring my mouth to his, letting Elias's release drip from my lips into Declan's waiting mouth. His eyes widen at the taste, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing.

A primal surge of satisfaction rushes through me. I've pushed Declan past another boundary, and he's embraced it.

Adrian's hands slide up my back, pulling me flush against his chest.

I look up at Elias, who is still standing behind the couch. I move the same hand to his face. He looks between me and my Declan cum-soaked fingers.

I watch Elias intently, my heart pounding. Will he follow Declan's lead? There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he leans forward and takes my fingers into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around my digits, lapping up every trace of Declan's release. His hum vibrates through my arm and straight to my heart.