"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.
