Chapter 48 Spin Cycle #2
"I got her." Seven pulls me up, and my toes touch the floor as my back hits his chest, but I don't need to be steady, not with him holding my weight as he turns and pulls me with him as he sits down on the edge of the table with his cock still in my ass.
He lies back, bringing me with him until I'm resting against his hot skin. The angle makes him seem impossibly deeper, and I lift my hips in response before his arm comes around my belly like a bar, holding me to him. Holding himself deep in me.
"You ready to feel all of us, Ro?" His warm breath whispers along the side of my neck, and I nod against his cheek, wriggling against his cock, dying for his friction.
"Yes."
Atticus climbs over me, but the table groans beneath his weight, and he curses, getting back to his feet.
"Let me try," Elijah suggests, and the table shakes as he climbs atop it, but stays standing beneath this leaner frame.
And I'm glad it's him. I'm glad it's Elijah's eyes I get to look into while this happens because he's the only one who can anchor me.
"You look so fucking perfect like this," he croons, resting his knees on either side of my waist and bending forward until his lips are only a breath from my own. "I like you needy."
I press my lips against a moan, and he kisses it free, reaching between us to take hold of his shaft and guide himself into my pussy. His apadravya rubs against my clit, making me buck into him.
His teeth graze my lower lip, and goosebumps erupt all over my body as he fucks himself into me slowly and deliberately, making me feel every inch.
And the pressure… Fuck.
I throw my head back, and Elijah kisses my throat, letting out a groan of his own as he bottoms out. "God, Angel."
"Move your fucking legs, Sev," Atticus growls somewhere farther behind Elijah, and Seven shifts beneath me, his hand coming around my neck, caressing the sensitive skin there as he mutters words of encouragement in my ear.
"Deep breaths, baby," he hums. "This is the hard part."
Atticus's hand curls around my upper thigh as he pushes into the space between mine and Seven's legs at the edge of the table.
"Keep still for a sec, E."
"Look at me, Angel," Elijah whispers, and when I open my eyes, his steady warm brown gaze holds mine. "I've got you."
I nod and after only a moment, my breathing syncs with his, steady and even. When he notices, he smiles, and then both of us falter when the press of Atticus joins the press of Elijah and Seven between my legs.
His tip fights to enter below Elijah, and the stretch is enough to make me wince and squeeze my eyes shut as fire races through my core.
"She's too tight," Atticus grits out through his teeth.
"Ro, do you want him to stop?"
"No," I gasp. "No, don't stop."
At my insistence, Atticus tries again, and his hand on my thigh tightens as he strains for entry, and I feel every tiny stretch as he finds the gap and sinks in by an inch.
The added pressure has me seeing stars.
Has Elijah dropping his forehead to mine with a broken sound of pleasure stuttering from his lips.
"Oh, fuck," Seven hisses beneath me, hands moving down my sides to hold on to the handles of my hips, steadying me as Atticus manages to push deeper. So deep it's harder to breathe, and it hurts so, so good.
Seven's hands guide my hips once Atticus is in, rocking me against them, moving me, making me fuck myself on their cocks with every flex of his arms.
It's enough to get Atticus the rest of the way in, and I scream when he hits a spot inside of me that makes my nerve endings spark.
"There it is," Seven says, breathless now as he works to keep me moving between them. "Scream for us, Ro."
He moves me faster, fucking me against them harder until I do exactly as he asked. Until I scream and splutter and moan, coming apart from the pressure, the pain, the fucking perfection of giving myself to all of them at once.
Six hands map every inch of my body with broad strokes and firm grips, like they’re trying to memorize me by touch alone.
“Too m-much?” Elijah stammers, his breath fanning over my cheek.
“Not enough,” I gasp. “Never enough.”
Seven laughs darkly and I feel it rumble against my back. “My greedy fucking girl.”
And then Atticus grunts and I feel his grip on my thigh tighten.
“You have no idea what you do to us, Trouble,” he grits out, his voice like gravel and smoke.
If I thought having Seven and Elijah was magic, this is fucking atomic.
Seven shudders and hisses beneath me, and I'm reminded that he's been fucking me far longer than the others when he whispers my name against my cheek like a prayer, like he can't hold on for even another second.
"Ro…fuck…I'm so close…"
"Seven!"
"I'm going to…ugh…fuck!"
I come hard when Seven's movements become erratic, when he stiffens beneath me and cries out my name.
"Holy shit, Angel. I can feel you milking our cocks."
Seven bites down into my collar, and the spark of pain drives my orgasm even higher as Seven spends himself inside of me.
"Switch me," Elijah grunts, sliding out of me and maneuvering himself off the table. "I want her ass."
Seven kisses the bite marks he left on my shoulder and my world spins as Atticus lifts me from the table with ease.
He guides my legs around his waist and I moan as he settles himself inside of me.
Seated on him like this, he hits a deep spot that makes me gasp.
Then Elijah crowds me from the back, getting himself into position, sandwiching me between him and Atticus.
"You did it, Trouble." Atticus's arm comes around my back, bracing the length of my spine with his hand curled around the back of my neck, fingers pushing into my hair. "You did so good."
"Mmmm," I moan, boneless and blissfully mindless as Atticus locks himself deeper into my pussy and I tense around him as he buries his face into my neck.
"Give me your weight," he murmurs against my neck as Elijah shifts my hair out of the way to press a kiss to the back of my neck, finding a handhold on my hip as he guides his cock into my ass.
Atticus suspends me between them both with ease as I give him my weight. I hold on to his shoulders as Elijah enters me an inch and then nods at Atticus to settle me lower. Atticus sinks me onto Elijah's cock, pushing himself as deep as he can go in the process.
"There," Atticus says gruffly, tossing a loose bit of hair back from his face to meet my eyes. "Let me do the work."
He uses his firm grip on my torso and around my waist to lift and lower me, every flex of his massive arms another stroke of their cocks inside my ass and pussy.
"Yes, just like that," I stutter, and Atticus's eyes squeeze closed as I draw his face to mine. We share breath as he fucks himself in my pussy.
The lines between his brows grow deeper and I know he's close.
I know Elijah is, too, when he drops his head against my shoulder and gasps out a stuttering breath.
"I want to come with you," I mutter, and Elijah snakes a hand around my belly. His finger finds my slippery clit, and he strums it, his breathing picking up until the sounds of him coming undone are too much for me to ignore.
When Atticus follows him, clenching his teeth and growling as his release hits its crescendo, I'm a fucking goner.
We come together, in a tangle of limbs and shared breaths, with tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking down my cheeks as I scream.
We've barely come down when the applause starts.
I hear the flick of a lighter, and when I crane my neck to look, I see Seven through a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
He lies on his side atop the table, naked and looking every inch the Greek god. As he inhales from the lit cigarette, the red cherry reflects in his blue eyes.
"Sev, really?"
He slides from the table and flips the cigarette in his fingers, bringing it to my lips, much to Daddicus's dismay.
I inhale, and my head spins from the hit of tobacco. And then I get a very naughty idea and turn back to face Atticus, pressing my mouth to his.
He flinches in surprise, but then softens against my lips as I blow the smoke from my mouth into his.
"Oh, ho, ho, shit." Seven laughs.
Atticus takes in my secondhand drag and then his lips part from mine as he exhales.
I wink at him, and he shakes his head.
"You did not just do that." Seven's tone is gleefully shocked.
"Oh, you didn't know?" I quip, still trying to catch my breath, giving Atty a coy look. "Daddicus likes the odd ciggy, too."
Now, it's Elijah's turn to be surprised. "No way."
"Yes way."
Atticus gives me a dirty look, but it has no real fire as he sets me down carefully onto my feet.
"That was supposed to be our secret…" His voice is laced with a threat that makes my belly flip. "You are in so much trouble."
"Bring it on, big guy."