Chapter 48 Spin Cycle
SPIN CYCLE
AURORA
Seven chuckles darkly. "Oh, Ro, you can't take all of us."
"Unless…" Elijah trails off, and I tip my head back to see him standing a foot from the table, his cock hard in his hand as he strokes it languidly.
I lick my lips, remembering how it felt to have the shining silver ball of his apadravya sliding over my tongue, plunging deep into my throat.
My belly swoops and flips, and my toes curl as Atticus presses a finger into my heat.
Can we really do this?
Can I really do this?
"Unless?" I prompt Elijah, jerking against Atticus as he holds me against the table and inserts a second finger, pumping them in an undulating motion that makes me hot all over.
He leans over me, his handsome upside-down face smirking as he takes in every microexpression of my pleasure. "Unless one of us can have your ass, Angel."
"Oh fuck," Seven groans in a whisper.
"We'll fucking break her," Atticus says like it kills him to admit it, but Daddi always has to have something to argue about. "I know how big I am," he tells me. "And I know how big they are."
He hooks his fingers against my g-spot, drawing a stuttered breath from my lips. "And I know how tight you are around two of my fingers, Trouble."
"Please," I beg. "I want…" A moan pushes out between my clenched teeth as I grip the edge of the table. "Let me try."
He growls, and Seven lets out another low chuckle next to me.
"You heard her." Elijah licks his lips, looking down at me through hooded eyes. "She can take it."
"Not yet," Atticus argues. "She's too tight."
At his words, he slips a third finger into my pussy, stretching me.
"I got it," Seven says, shouldering Atticus out of the way to take his place between my legs. "Our girl looks hungry, Atty. Go give her something to suck on."
Seven jerks down his pants, and my vision blurs with need as Atticus takes up position near the head of the table with Elijah, and I hear his tac gear unzipping, unbuckling, falling to the floor.
I suck in air as Seven rubs me, stealing the wetness right from my pussy to rub onto his cock before he positions himself between my thighs, bending my knees back and apart as he teases my opening with his tip.
Atticus's hungry gaze falls to my mouth, and I nod, closing my eyes as his long fingers curl around my neck, helping guide my head nearer to the opposite edge of the table.
He's so fucking tall that he still has to crouch a little to get himself level with my mouth, but when he does—when I open for him—he wastes no time.
I taste the salt of his precum as his wide tip pushes through my lips, making me open as wide as the hinge of my jaw allows to take him in more than a few inches.
His hands shake where they hold my neck, and I smile to myself, wondering if he might be a little premature again. I don't know why that makes me so fucking feral. I push my throat against his tip, eyes rolling when I gag against him, purposefully trying to push him to that edge.
"Jesus, fuck, Trouble."
He pulls free of my mouth, and another hand caresses my jaw, turning my head to the right.
"Fuck my throat again," I ask breathlessly, shivering at Elijah's touch as his thumb brushes over my jaw, and I open for him. "Like before."
There's something close to pain in his expression as he feeds himself to me, inch by delicious inch.
That's when Seven thrusts into me. It's one long, brutal stroke that knocks the air from my lungs before Elijah finds my throat.
He groans as it closes around him, holding himself there for a moment with eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth bared, before he eases back and allows oxygen to enter my lungs again.
"God, Angel. You're so good at that."
"Do it again," Atticus tells Elijah, and in my peripheral vision, I can see him touching himself, and it makes me insane.
Elijah is happy to oblige, pushing to the back of my throat a second time as Seven begins to fuck me.
I relax my throat, letting him push as far in as he can. With sex-drunk fingers, I find Atticus's hand and drag it to my throat, placing his fingers in a necklace around it.
He's careful at first, but he picks up on what I want him to do, and he does it.
Atticus gives my throat a gentle squeeze, and Elijah shudders at the added pressure as he gives several small, quick thrusts of his hips, fucking my throat.
I gasp when he pulls back with a curse on his lips.
"Are you okay, Angel?"
Instead of answering him, I twist my head the opposite way, swallowing the extra saliva down, reveling in the ache between my thighs that's growing and growing as Seven drops his hand to my slit, teasing sensations out of it that are fucking electric.
"A-Atticus." His name is a mumble that falls from my lips.
"Trouble, I can't do that. I'll hurt you."
"My choice," I remind him, and fight to catch my breath as I close my lips around his tip, licking and sucking until he's powerless to deny me.
He adjusts his angle, and his tone is so low it vibrates in my chest when he brings my hand to his arm, braced against the table edge, and says, "Tap twice if you need me to stop."
Atticus's cock flattens my tongue, pressing down hard as he fills my mouth and slides deeper toward the back of my throat.
"That's it, Trouble, relax."
His hands cup either side of my face, massaging the hinge of my jaw to coax it wide enough for him to attempt to push past the dam of my throat.
As soon as he meets resistance, he shudders, and it's the extra shove I need to go falling from the edge as I clench around Seven.
I come all over his cock, so hard that my body flails, and he has to trap my legs in a vise-like grip to fuck me through my orgasm while Atticus's cock slips past the tight ring of my throat a little.
Just enough to make him shout a curse through his teeth, for his hands to grip harder on either side of my face.
I hold him there as long as I can with my orgasm still ripping through me, making my eyes water and my heart beat all out of rhythm. I gag, and the lack of oxygen starts to make me faint, and I cough loudly when he pulls out, straining for air.
"Aurora," he roars. "I told you to tap twice."
A wet chuckle falls from my lips. Fuck, that was so…perfect.
"I would've." My voice is hoarse. "I could've…" I swallow thickly. "…handled another few seconds."
"You're insane."
"And you fucking love it."
"You could've suffocated."
"But I didn't."
Atticus steals a kiss from my lips, it's hard and quick and rough. "You do not risk yourself for me, Trouble. You hear me? Never."
My brows draw down at the seriousness in his tone, and when he lifts my chin, drawing my gaze to his, I find myself nodding.
"Okay?" he asks, eyes like the darkest honey as they search mine, and the knot that'll soon be permanent in between his brows returns.
I want to make it disappear for good.
"Okay, Daddicus."
His eyes go wide, and those lines vanish as an almost playful smirk pulls up one side of his mouth.
"That's right, Trouble. And you're going to do what I ask, aren't you?"
Now it's my turn to smirk. "Yes, Daddi."
His eyes darken. "Mmmm. Good girl."
"Yes, she is," Elijah agrees, running his fingers through my hair and down my neck, soothing me as the last tremors of my orgasm finally cease. Then he turns his attention to Seven. "Is she ready, Sev?"
"Almost," Seven replies, and throws my right calf up against his chest, his blue eyes meeting mine with wicked intent as he spits into his fingers and then lowers them between us. With his cock still buried in my pussy, holding space, his fingertips push against my ass.
I press my lips against a broken moan as he circles the ring of tight muscle, coaxing it to relax before he forces the tip of his middle finger into me.
I buck, and Atticus is quick to take my arms, holding me down.
"Atty's right. Prep is nonnegotiable, Angel," Elijah says in a rough whisper. "We can't risk injuring that perfect ass."
"But we can help you relax," Daddicus offers, and he and Elijah share a look before Elijah moves down the table.
Seven pushes past his second knuckle and starts to pump the digit inside of me. With the added pressure of him throbbing in my pussy, the burn is almost negligible. And when Elijah strokes my clit, any concern over discomfort all but evaporates.
"There you go, Trouble," Atticus croons, bending to brush the tip of his nose against mine as his grip tightens on my forearms. "Focus on what feels good. while Sev gets you nice and stretched out for us."
At that, Seven slips a second digit into me, and I clench around him at the intrusion.
"You sure you still want all of us?" Atticus teases. "We could…take turns?"
I flush at the thought because that sounds fucking amazing, but…I hate backing down from a challenge, and that know-it-all smirk on his face needs to go.
I shake my head. "I can handle it."
He lifts his gaze from me to nod at Seven, who removes his fingers from my ass and his cock from my pussy.
"I need to stretch her out more first," he says ominously, and Atticus lets me go at the same time Seven flips me over, spreading a palm over the base of my spine as his cock pushes insistently against my ass.
"Oh fuck." I grimace as he eases into me, and thank fuck his cock is soaked or else it would be brutal as he rocks his length in and in and in.
An animal sound tears from his throat, and his hands curl around my waist.
"Fuck, Ro," he says on a shaky exhale, his voice pure sin. "So…fucking…tight."
As he says it, I press my cheek to the table, trying to breathe through the sensations racing all over me.
Atticus crouches, putting himself in my line of sight to watch my face as Seven starts to move, working me open, rocking in a little deeper with every thrust until the fluttering pressure deep in my core starts to wind tighter.
Seven curses and slows. "Fuck, man. She feels so good."
"Is she ready?"
"Yes," I answer before Seven can. I don't want to wait another second.
I need this. I need to feel them.