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 inand 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.
"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.
