"This is okay?" he asks.
In answer, I reach down to cover his hand with mine, pressing it more firmly against my thigh. His fingers flex in response, squeezing gently through the denim of my jeans.
From my other side, Zayn leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "Can I touch you, too?"
The question makes me shiver. This powerful alpha, hanging on my next word. "Yes," I whisper, turning slightly toward him.
His hand comes up to cup my jaw, turning me further until I'm facing him. His dark eyes search mine for a moment before he closes the distance, capturing my lips in a kiss that's completely different from Darren's. Where Darren's kisses are passionate but controlled, Zayn kisses like he's trying to devour me. It's all heat and demand and barely leashed ferality.
I respond in kind, matching his intensity, surprised by my own boldness. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming and exploring, and I let him lead, curious about the differences between them. His teeth catch my lower lip, nipping lightly in a way that sends warmth pooling low in my belly.
When we break apart, I'm breathing hard, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss. Zayn's eyes are dark with satisfaction as he sits back slightly, giving me space to breathe.
A movement at my feet draws my attention to Aidan, who's still kneeling on the floor, watching with an expression that's equal parts awe and hunger.
"Come here," I invite, beckoning him closer.
He rises up on his knees, bringing him to eye level with me. His hands settle hesitantly on my knees, touch light as a butterfly's wing. Unlike the others, there's a tentative quality to his approach that I find endearing. I lean forward to bridge the gap between us, pressing my lips to his.
Aidan's kiss is sweet at first, almost reverent, but there's a growing confidence as I respond, as my hands come up to frame his face. He tastes faintly of the wine we've been drinking when he kisses me, rich and smooth.
As we kiss, I feel movement behind me, and then Jax's hands settle on my shoulders, strong and steady. His thumbs press into the muscles at the base of my neck, beginning a gentle massage that has me sighing into Aidan's mouth.
"You're tense," Jax observes, his deep voice rumbling through me. "Let me help with that."
His fingers work magic on my shoulders, finding knots I didn't even know I had and working them loose with firm, circular motions. The dual sensation of Aidan's increasingly passionate kiss and Jax's skilled hands on my shoulders is almost overwhelming in the best possible way.
When Aidan finally pulls back, his green eyes are dark with desire, his cheeks flushed. "Wow," he breathes, and I can't help the small laugh that escapes me.
"Wow indeed," I agree, reaching out to brush my thumb across his lower lip.
Behind me, Jax's hands still on my shoulders. "My turn?" he asks, the question low and intimate near my ear.
I nod, turning my head to look up at him over my shoulder. He leans down, one hand sliding into my hair as his mouth finds mine. The angle is awkward but the kiss is anything but. Jax kisses with the same quiet authority he seems to bring to everything. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, exploring with deliberate intent that has me arching up into the contact.
As Jax claims my mouth, I feel other hands on me. Darren's at my waist, Dmitri's on my thigh, Zayn's sliding along my arm, Aidan's still resting on my knees. Five pairs of hands, each touch distinct but harmonious, creating a multifaceted sensation that has me melting into the sofa.
When Jax finally straightens, breaking the kiss but keeping his hands on my shoulders, I feel dazed. Four down, one to go.
I turn to Dmitri, who's been so patient, his touch steady on my thigh but making no further moves. "And you?" I invite, meeting those intense blue eyes.
Instead of answering, he simply leans in, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of my head as his lips meet mine. Dmitri kisses like he does everything else, with quiet intensity and unexpected depth. There's a deliberate quality to the way his mouth moves against mine, like he's memorizing the shape and feel of my lips. When his tongue slides against mine, it's a slow, thorough exploration that has my toes curling in my shoes.
By the time he pulls back, I'm breathless, my heart pattering in my chest. I've just kissed five men in the span of minutes, each one distinct, each one thrilling in its own way.
"Well," I manage, my voice slightly shaky, "that was quite an introduction."
Zayn laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "Just the beginning, if you're interested."
"Very interested," I confirm, feeling bold and desired and more alive than I have in months. Maybe years.
Darren's hand slides from my waist to my hip, his touch firmer now, more possessive. "What would you like?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "Name it, and it's yours."
The question catches me off guard. What do I want? The possibilities seem endless, overwhelming even. Five gorgeous men, all focused on me, all willing to follow my lead.
"I want..." I start, then hesitate, not sure how to articulate what I'm feeling. "I want to be touched. By all of you. I want to feel what makes each of you different."
Jax's hands squeeze my shoulders gently. "We can definitely arrange that," he says, his voice a low rumble that I can feel through his hands.
