I whispered it to Leo six months ago, my face buried in the crook of his neck, voice trembling as I rode out the shattering aftermath of my orgasm, my pussy still clenching around his cock like a vice. "One day I want to be completely surrounded. Used until I can't think straight. Just mouths and cocks and hands everywhere. You and whoever you trust to make me scream."

He kissed my temple, his breath hot against my skin, and murmured, "Tell me when you're ready, baby. I'll make it happen."

Tonight was when. My twenty-sixth birthday. The air between us had been electric all evening, stolen touches at dinner,...