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 didnotjust 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.
