XLIII
Hazel Winters
I throw my head back as Andros delves into my pussy with his mouth. His lips wrap around my clit, pulling it between his teeth and making me cry out at the paradox of pleasure and pain.
“How many do we think?” Theo asks as his hand trails over my breasts leisurely. He pinches my nipple and my back arches on the bed.
“At least seven,” Dawson suggests. I can hear the smirk in his voice but I’m too distracted with Andros between my legs to comment.
“Nine,” Atlas commands, his voice gruff. The thought of him being involved this time makes me shiver. Having them all touch my body is short-circuiting my brain.
Like a well-practiced team, Theo flips me onto my hands and knees before Andros continues his attack on my clit. Atlas slides in front of me and grips my neck as someone presses two fingers inside me.
I mewl and Atlas swallows my moans, smashing his mouth against mine. He tightens his grip on my neck and my first orgasm crashes through me without warning. Another pair of hands creep to massage my breasts and I cry out into Atlas’ mouth from the oversensitivity as they all work on my body.
The intensity of the situation sends another orgasm through me. I shake relentlessly as my nerves peak until I’m a whimpering mess, completely at their hands.
They flip me again until I’m on my back and swap places. Dawson creeps between my legs as Atlas and Theo latch their mouths onto a breast each. Andros sits by my head, massaging my scalp and relaxing me enough for my third orgasm to threaten.
By the time the orgasm rolls around, I can barely tell who is where. My hands are pinned down above my head by Andros as my body shakes uncontrollably. I scream as it rolls through me, their touches sending me higher and higher until I practically collapse.
“Think she’s warmed up enough,” Dawson chuckles, pulling his fingers out of me and licking them clean. I watch the act, my toes curling at how hot it is to see him do that.
“Dibs,” Andros jumps off the bed and hops to the end. I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks, his foot still in a cast as he tries to climb onto the bed. A pinch of my nipple has my laughter turning to a moan, though, and Andros squeezes my thigh in warning.
“She’s not had enough if she can laugh,” he growls, leisurely rubbing his erection through his boxers. I bite my lip, watching his movements as my mouth waters. He pulls down his boxers slowly, revealing his swollen cock which already has precum beading at the top.
With one forceful thrust, he pushes inside me. I cry out at the stretch, but he rubs my clit to soothe the burn. After waiting a few seconds, he begins a brutal pattern of fucking me. He makes room for Theo, who continues to rub my clit with his thumb as the other two take it in turns to kiss me.
Atlas kisses and nibbles my neck, whilst Dawson keeps my lips occupied with his. I slide my hand down to their boxers and they groan in synchrony. Dawson pushes his boxers off, letting me wrap my hand around his dick, whilst Atlas teases my nipples with his hand.
Another orgasm bubbles inside me, but I try to fight it, unsure if I can come again. It already feels like too much, and I know I’ll pass out from the strength of it.
“Stop fighting it,” Theo growls, knowing my body too well. I try to shake my head but Dawson grips my throat, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“Come like a good girl.”
The throaty sound of his voice has me falling over the edge before I can stop it, Andros hitting the perfect part in me that has me crying out. A scream falls from my lips but I’m not in control of my body enough to stop it.
Andros fucks me through the high, before spilling into me with a harsh grunt. He leans over my body and kisses me passionately then pulls away and comes to sit next to me. He pulls me between his legs and Theo flips me onto my hands and knees before lining up with my wet pussy.
I can feel Andros’ come spilling out of me but it doesn’t deter Theo, who pushes inside me with one forceful thrust. His piercing scrapes against my walls, which are quivering in need.
Atlas pulls his boxers off and kneels by the side of me. He taps his pierced dick against my mouth and I open for him, flicking my tongue over the tip. His body jolts as I tease his sensitive area and I can’t help but smirk at the guttural sound he makes.
“Don’t be a brat,” he mutters as he grabs my hair, pushing his cock down my throat, “Take it all.”
I moan around his dick as Theo finds my sweet spot, hitting it again and again until Dawson has to hold me up at the waist to keep me from collapsing. They all seem to discuss something in Italian, and the thought of them talking about me has me clenching around Theo.
He groans, fingers circling around my puckered hole. I tense at the feeling but Dawson strokes his hand down my back to calm me. I feel a wet liquid drip onto my backside, before a lubed-up finger is pushed in.
It sends me over the edge and I shake, screaming around Atlas as I come. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come now, my mind spinning in pleasure. It rolls on into another as another finger stretches my backside and liquid squirts from my pussy.
Theo grunts something before increasing his pace until he comes inside me, painting my walls. I collapse down on the bed as he pulls out and hands roam me as he pushes his come back inside me.
“Think you can handle more, Spitfire?” Dawson asks me in a seductive, teasing voice. I shake my head, unable to lift it from the soft mattress, and they all chuckle. I feel Andros stroke my hair but I’m too far gone to say anything but jumbled words.
I’m lifted up by Atlas, who sits at the headboard with me. He faces me away from him, his hard cock pressing against my lubed asshole. I whimper and throw my head back on his shoulder but he pinches my nipple, lining himself up.
“Breathe, Babygirl,” he whispers in my ear and it’s all the warning I get before he starts to push inside. The burn of the stretch gets me, my eyes watering as he slides in, inch by inch.
The position feels so intimate. His hands roam over my stomach and breasts and my eyes are closed as I try to get used to him being inside me. I’ve only ever done anal with Theo and Dawson, but Atlas has way more piercings than they do.
He gives me some time to adjust, before slowly fucking into me. Each thrust is punctuated by a moan from me, the piercings enhancing each movement. I open my eyes and lift my head a little, watching as Dawson winks at me before moving to settle between my legs.
Theo and Andros hold them open for him, their other hands massaging my breasts. He lines up with my aching pussy and fills me, making me throw my head back again in ecstasy. I feel so full with them both inside me with the others around, a feeling I’ve never truly experienced before.
“You’re such a good girl for us,” Atlas whispers in my ear, “Letting us use your body like this.” I whimper, making them both increase their pace.
“Fuck, I can feel your piercings,” Dawson groans with a slight chuckle. Atlas snickers, kissing my forehead. Another orgasm barrels through me, my holes clenching around the both of them as I cry out.
Andros snakes his hand between Dawson and I, rubbing my sensitive clit until I come again. My bones don’t even feel like my own at this point. Another gush of liquid leaves me, making everyone groan as it drips onto the bed below me.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. She’s gripping me so tight,” Atlas grunts and Dawson mutters an agreement. I’m completely at their mercy as they take it in turns to push into me, seeking out their own orgasms.
Dawson comes first, pulling me with him, before Atlas groans out his own release. I lie against Atlas, not able to hold myself up as they both pull out. Liquid leaks from my abused holes but I don’t care about the mess it’s making.
My head is too spaced from all the orgasms to be able to comprehend anything they’re saying. I’m lifted from the bed by someone as sheets rustle around me. My eyes fall closed in exhaustion and I let them all sort things out without asking.
In a few minutes, I’m settled back down on the bed. The sheets are soft and cold, smelling of fresh cotton. A wet cloth is used to clean me as I snuggle into the pillows, half-asleep already.
A body slides in and I manage to look up to see Andros is spooning me. The last thing I hear before I sleep is a muttered curse and Atlas’ voice.
“He’s on a plane to Italy.”