Sinful Ella (Seven Ways to Sin 6)

“I love the way you look when you come,” Saul said, holding two fingers to my lips. I sucked them obediently, rolling my tongue over them as I had recently sucked Howie’s cock. He withdrew his fingers, slick with my own saliva, and ran them over my hypersensitive clit. “You look so innocent,” he said. “Even with a cock in your sweet little pussy, making you scream.” I cried out as Saul’s cock slid in me. “Just like that,” he said. “Do you like that?” I moaned, and Saul withdrew almost completely, slamming back into me with a force that made me scream in surprise and pleasure. “I want to hear you say it,” Saul said, his voice low. “Tell us all how much you like getting fucked by all of us at once.”

“I love it,” I whimpered. My eyes locked on Grant’s, his dark gaze intent on me. “I love when you all fuck me together.”

“Fuck.” I felt Saul’s cock jump and spasm inside me as he came. Immediately, Grant hauled me toward him, spinning me so that I sat, straddling him where he sat on van’s bench seat, my back against his chest.

“I need you again,” he growled in my ear, positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance. I closed my eyes. “No,” Grant admonished. “I want you to watch them while you take my cock.”

So I kept my eyes open, loving the way the others watched my hips roll, taking Grant’s cock deeper inside me. Grant’s grip was firm on my hips as he took me, thrusting faster and faster until I could only surrender myself to his movement and we came together, our cries of relief mingling as one.

Finally, the eight of us collapsed in a heap, exhausted and satisfied. My body felt heavy with sleep and pleasure. I felt as if I could sleep for a week. But more than that, I felt loved, cherished. Around me, my men shifted, making themselves comfortable on the hard floor of the van. Hands brushed my skin, sending a little shiver of pleasure through my body as I nestled in, resting my head against Grant’s broad, muscled chest. Jason spooned me from behind, our bodies slotting together like they had been made for this express purpose.

I felt myself slipping away into sleep, lulled by the gentle, sleepy sounds of the men around me, their soft, even breathing and the warmth of their bodies. Finally, for the first time since I had rushed out of the Ball in a panic, I felt like I was safe.

26

Grant

I don’t know how long we slept, all piled together on the floor of the van. All I know is that I slept better than I had in a year, and woke feeling refreshed, even hopeful.

It took me a moment to remember where I was, until I looked down to where Ella slept, her head nestled against my chest, face peaceful and serene. Remembering the night we had spent together, I waited for the familiar flare of jealousy. After all, there was no denying how I felt about Ella now; I was deeply in love with her, had been almost from the minute I first set eyes on her in the Ball. I was in love with her, and I had spent a good part of the night watching her fuck all of my closest friends. To my surprise, the jealousy never came. Instead, I felt at peace in a way I hadn’t felt since before Bernadette had died. It was as if a physical weight had been lifted from my heart, and I knew, finally, that I was going to be okay.

More than okay. I had found a girl who had made me feel safe enough to love again, to open myself up after being closed off from the fear of pain for so long.

Outside, it was fully dark, the club had closed down for the night. Whatever time it was, I knew it must be late.

Around me, the others began to stir. I watched Ella’s eyelids flutter and finally open, her blue eyes blurry with sleep. “Hi,” she said, and I smiled and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose.

“Good morning,” I said, glancing out at the dark window. “Technically.”

The others were awake now, stretching and yawning. Saul was the first to open the van door and step outside, stretching his long legs and breathing in the cool, dewy morning air. The rest of us joined him, and as we paced around the parking lot, stretching our cramped muscles, I could sense the question in everyone’s minds:

What now?

Finally, I went to lean against the hood of the van, and slowly the other congregated around me. I cleared my throat. I had something to say, but I wasn’t sure how best to approach it. “Ella,” I said finally. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”