LV
Theo Rocco
H er scream of pleasure is all the reassurance I need as Atlas eats her pussy like a man starved. Her knees buckle on the bed, but Andros and Dawson hold them still, tracing over the skin of her legs as she cries out.
Lying next to her on the bed, I lean over her and meet her soft lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her as she kisses me back. I swallow her moans, my hand travelling down to cup her tits and squeezing them softly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Atlas growls against her before diving back in. She squirms around but we hold her still for him, working each part of her body until she’s a whimpering mess.
She starts to shake from her impending climax and I reach down to pinch her clit, sending her spiralling over the edge. Moving my mouth away from hers, her moans and cries wash over the rest of us as she reaches her high, only resurfacing a few moments later.
She pants in desperation, her eyes lazily blinking as she watches us. They’re hazy with lust but widen when she sees us all stripping off our clothes. Dawson is first to reach her, lining his cock up with her mouth. She takes him in one stroke, moaning around him as he fucks her face slowly.
I lick my lips at the sight of her glistening pussy which looks begging to be used. Stroking myself, I land my mouth on her clit and suck it, enjoying the way her back arches off the bed. I lap up her juices, the taste of honey and pineapple making her even more delectable.
Knowing she needs to be filled, I manage to pull my mouth away and line my cock up with her. I use the piercing at the tip to tease her clit, before pushing achingly slowly inside. Dawson gives her a break to breathe at that exact point, and her loud moan spurs me on.
I fuck her like a man possessed, gripping onto her hips so tight that I know it will leave bruises. She takes each thrust like a good girl, her hands reaching up to push Dawson’s dick back into her mouth.
Her walls pulse around me as he groans, and I can tell she’s already getting close to another orgasm. Spurring her on, I reach down and press my thumb against her clit, giving her exactly what she needs. It works and she falls over the edge, her whole-body quivering as she comes.
Andros gives me a nod and we flip her over, Dawson gripping her jaw and kissing her as soon as she’s on her front. I fuck back into her, chasing my release until I’ve pinned her hips to the bed.
She groans with me, my own orgasm triggering hers until we’re a panting mess of limbs. When I pull out, I groan again. My come, mixed with her arousal, drips down onto the bed.
Stepping back, I let Atlas take my place. He pushes inside her, lifting her hips until she’s on her knees. He pulls her up by her neck, wrapping his hand around her throat as he fucks into her from behind.
I move to get a better view, enjoying the way her tits bounce with each thrust. Her face is twisted in pleasure, only increasing as Dawson lies down in front of her and starts licking her clit.
Her face scrunches up as she gets closer and closer to climax, until she falls over the edge with a scream. He lets up and Atlas fucks her harder until he reaches his own release.
“How you feeling, Babygirl?” I check in with her as I stroke some hair from her face. She looks up at me with a lazy smile, her eyes still glazed over with lust.
“Fucked,” she answers in a half-laugh and I smirk.
“You’re about to be more fucked, Angel,” Andros chuckles and lines up with her. He flips her onto her back and pushes inside as I encapsulate her lips in a kiss. My dick is hard again and straining for release, so I kneel by her and push into her mouth.
She takes me greedily, her body jerking under Andros’ thrusts. Her head bobs up and down my length, her tongue swirling around my piercing and making me jump in her mouth.
Dawson and Atlas’ hands massage her breasts and torso as they rub their own cocks, watching the scene of our girl being spread out in front of us.
“Fuck,” Andros growls as he fucks into her, before filling her up. She cries out around my dick, the vibration of it making my eyes roll back into the back of my head.
Fuck.
Dawson is the last to take her, not giving her any time to adjust before fucking her mercilessly. She whimpers and struggles to suck me, so I take over and slowly fuck her mouth.
Together, we work her towards a final orgasm before Dawson spills into her. I follow, filling her mouth as Andros and Atlas paint her body with theirs. The bed is wrecked by the time Dawson pulls out, evidence of her pleasure and ours covering both her and the sheets.
I pick her up, not caring about the mess, and Andros begins to run a bath. She curls into me in tiredness and Atlas strokes her hair as we wait for the bath to fill.
Stepping into the warm pool of water, I sit down and settle her between my legs. Both Atlas and Andros kneel at the side of the tub and use washcloths to clean her skin. She moans and leans back into me as I massage her scalp.
After staying in the bath for a while, I step out and let Andros wrap her in a towel before Atlas helps her into some black pyjama bottoms and matching crop top.
Once we have her tucked in a freshly made bed, Dawson returns with a platter of chopped fruit. He sits beside her and feeds it to her as she smiles tiredly at us all. When she’s eaten enough to satisfy our Resident Chef, she starts to shiver. I wrap a blanket around her but it doesn’t do anything to stop her body from shaking.
“Fuck, is she-?” Andros asks with furrowed eyebrows. I turn to him and frown, not understanding what he’s talking about.
“What’s going on?” Hazel asks, her face contorted into an adorable frown. Her lips chatter as she moves closer to Dawson for warmth. He wraps his arms around her and presses her against him, looking down at her with a worried expression.
“That’s sub-drop,” Atlas mutters next to me and the pieces click in my head.
“She trusts us?” I ask with a shocked raised eyebrow.
“Seems that way,” Dawson nods his head, stroking her hair. Andros moves to the other side of her and climbs into the bed, sandwiching her between the two of them. She whimpers and closes her eyes as she wraps her arms around her stomach.
“You’re okay, Little One,” I sit on the side of the bed and grab both her hands, “You’re in sub-drop. It happens when you experience a high sense of pleasure and adrenaline. The adrenaline is wearing off but we’re going to take care of you, okay?”
She nods her head, biting her lower lip. Atlas disappears for a second before returning with a cup of hot tea and handing it to her. He strokes her hair as I massage her feet until she falls asleep.
Once she’s passed out in Dawson’s arms, we all exchange a look of doting.
We’re never letting her go again.