The slick, rhythmic pull of Iralis and Sophie working together at the base of the bed was a heavy, intoxicating anchor.

Ryan lay back against the pillows, his eyes half-closed, letting the sheer physical relief wash over his exhausted muscles. For a few minutes, he just existed in the center of the storm.

The heat of Zara’s mouth on his jaw, the soothing drag of Diana’s nails across his scalp, and the agonizingly perfect friction below his waist created a localized vacuum that shut out the rest of the world entirely.

But the passive role had a shelf life.

The adrenaline that had been bleeding out of his system slowly began to convert into a different kind of fuel. The heavy, aching pressure in his groin compounded with every wet, downward slide of Iralis’s mouth.

Ryan opened his eyes. The ambient amber light caught the sweat gleaming on his chest.

"Alright," Ryan said, his voice a low, rough scrape that broke the quiet rhythm of the room. "That’s enough."

He sat up, his abdominal muscles flexing hard as he gently but firmly gripped Zara’s hips, shifting her to the side. Diana pulled her hands back from his hair, sensing the immediate shift in his gravity.

Down at the foot of the bed, Iralis popped off his shaft, her lips shiny and her cheeks flushed a brilliant, deep red. Sophie sat back on her heels, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

"My knees are killing me," Sophie muttered, blowing a stray strand of dark hair out of her eyes. She grabbed a heavy feather pillow, tossed it against the headboard, and slumped back against it with a heavy exhale.

"Try doing it on a hardwood floor," Diana remarked dryly from the other side of the mattress. She pulled the duvet up slightly to cover her legs, her tone casual, stripped entirely of her usual severe edge.

Sophie let out a short, breathy laugh. "Fair point."

Ryan didn’t waste time. He reached forward, gripping Iralis by the waist.

The systems architect gasped softly as he hauled her up the length of the mattress. She scrambled over the tangled silk sheets, her oversized college sweatshirt bunching around her ribs. He pulled her flat onto her back in the center of the bed.

"You’re burning up," Iralis whispered, her hands coming up to rest flat against his chest as he hovered over her. Her dark eyes were wide behind her wire-rimmed glasses, swimming with a potent mix of nerves and raw anticipation.

"I need to move," Ryan murmured, his gaze dropping to the slick, damp heat between her thighs.

He settled his weight between her knees. He didn’t rush the entry. He guided the thick, blunt head of his cock to her entrance, applying a steady, immovable pressure.

Iralis bit her bottom lip, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders as the stretching fullness filled her completely.

He sank to the hilt in one long, agonizingly slow push.

Iralis let out a high, fractured sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. Her inner walls were incredibly tight, clenching around his shaft with a gripping, frantic heat that made Ryan’s jaw lock.

He set a deep, deliberate pace. He pulled back until the ridge nearly slipped free, then drove forward, burying himself flush against her hips. The heavy, wet sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the quiet bedroom, syncing with the relentless drum of the rain against the glass.

"Just breathe," Ryan told her quietly, feeling the sudden tension spike in her legs. He slid his hands under her hips, tilting her pelvis up to ease the angle.

"It’s so heavy," Iralis babbled, her head tossing on the pillows. She wasn’t analyzing the friction; she was completely consumed by it. "Ryan, I can’t think straight."

"Good. Stop thinking," he replied, his thrusts finding a smooth, bruising rhythm.

Beside them, Zara shifted closer. She didn’t try to interrupt the connection. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, watching the flush spread across Iralis’s chest.

Zara reached out, her delicate fingers lightly tracing the heavy, flexing muscles of Ryan’s forearm as he braced his weight.

"She’s doing perfectly," Zara noted, her velvet voice entirely genuine. She looked at Iralis. "Don’t hold your breath. Let it out."

Iralis let out a ragged, open-mouthed moan, her fingernails digging crescent moons into Ryan’s shoulders.

The reassurance from the supermodel, completely devoid of any jealousy, grounded her. She stopped fighting the overwhelming sensory input and simply surrendered to the heavy, relentless pounding.

Ryan picked up the speed. His hips snapped forward, the impact shaking the heavy mattress.

Diana shifted on his left, moving closer to the center of the bed. She rested her hand flat against Ryan’s back, her thumb stroking the damp, heated skin just above his spine. The physical contact was an anchor, a quiet, tactile reminder of her presence.

The friction pushed Iralis straight over the edge.

She didn’t have the stamina to hold out. Her thighs clamped violently around Ryan’s waist. A sharp, keening cry ripped from her throat as her first climax of the night hit her. Her core contracted in tight, rapid spasms, milking his shaft with terrifying strength.

Ryan grunted, his pace stuttering as he absorbed the crushing pressure of her orgasm. He held her tight, driving deep and keeping himself buried until the violent tremors wracking her frame finally began to subside.

Iralis collapsed back against the pillows, her chest heaving, her glasses slightly crooked. She looked completely, beautifully wrecked.

Ryan eased his hips back, slipping free with a slick, wet sound.

"Give her some space," Ryan murmured, shifting his weight off Iralis.

Sophie immediately crawled over, sliding an arm under Iralis’s shoulders and pulling the exhausted engineer against her side. "You did good. Just lie still for a minute."

Iralis nodded weakly, resting her cheek against Sophie’s collarbone, too drained to form a coherent sentence.

Ryan sat back on his heels, catching his breath. He ran a hand through his damp hair.

Zara didn’t wait for an invitation.

She moved in, her bare knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his thighs. The liquid, flawless skin of her back gleamed in the amber light. She looked down at him, her dark eyes flashing with a fierce, unapologetic hunger.

"You’re not done," Zara said, her voice dropping into a dark, magnetic hum.

"Not even close," Ryan agreed.

He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her backward onto the mattress.

Zara laughed, a breathless, surprised sound as she hit the sheets. Ryan moved over her instantly, pinning her wrists to the pillows.

He drove into her hard, bypassing any buildup and hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot on the very first thrust.

Zara screamed, a loud, raw sound that bounced off the high ceiling.

This wasn’t the careful, measured pace he had used with Iralis. This was a collision. Ryan hammered into the supermodel with ruthless, mechanical precision. The heavy bedframe groaned in protest under the shifting, violent weight.

"You’re going to break the bed," Diana observed from the sidelines. She wasn’t complaining. She was resting her chin on her hand, watching the display with dark, captivated eyes.

"Then I’ll buy a new one tomorrow," Ryan ground out, his breathing turning jagged as he thrust harder.

Zara bucked her hips upward, chasing the brutal impact. She didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted the absolute, grounding weight of his dominance to crush the lingering anxieties of her public life into dust.

"Yes," Zara sobbed, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, locking him into the bruising rhythm. "Right there. Don’t slow down."

Sophie watched from the other side of the bed, her hand resting soothingly in Iralis’s dark hair.

She felt a familiar, heavy ache pooling back in her own core as she listened to the wet, slapping sounds of Ryan fucking the supermodel.

"He really doesn’t get tired," Sophie muttered, shaking her head in exhausted disbelief.

Diana smiled faintly. She crawled across the bottom of the bed, moving behind Ryan. She didn’t interfere with the violent, aggressive pace he was setting.

She simply wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her bare breasts flush against his sweaty back. She kissed his shoulder blade, her hands sliding around to rest flat against his abdomen.

The physical addition of Diana’s weight fueled the fire in Ryan’s blood.

Ryan let go of Zara’s wrists, his hands dropping to grip her hips. He pulled her flush against his pelvis, grinding his pubic bone aggressively against her swollen clit on every downward stroke.

Zara’s head tossed blindly side to side. The intense, localized friction was too much. Her walls fluttered wildly around his shaft, clenching and releasing in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

"Ryan," Zara gasped, her voice cracking, completely devoid of her runway poise. "I’m there. I’m right there."

"Let it go," Ryan commanded, his voice a rough, echoing vibration in the quiet room.

He sped up, his hips a blur of motion. Diana held him tight from behind, her hands gripping his stomach, grounding him as his thrusts became erratic and desperate.

Zara shattered. Her spine bowed entirely off the mattress, a deafening, feral cry tearing from her lungs. Her core clamped down on his cock like an iron vise, milking him with a terrifying, crushing pressure.

The intense sensation snapped the last frayed wire of Ryan’s control.

With a deep, animalistic groan, he drove himself to the absolute hilt. He erupted, flooding Zara with thick, heavy pulses of heat.

He pumped every last drop deep inside her, his chest heaving, his muscles locking rigid as the climax wracked his entire frame.

He collapsed forward, his weight pinning Zara to the damp sheets. Diana kept her arms wrapped tightly around his back, resting her cheek against his spine, her own breathing shallow and content.

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing.