Steel 7 (Multiple Love)

Oh God, the ripples of her cunt around me are just too perfect. I can’t hold out anymore.

When I come inside her, it is like sliding drunk into warm water. It’s like every part of me that needed release finds peace.

It takes me a minute to return from oblivion, and when I pull out, I watch my cum leak from her little hole, fighting the urge to push it back inside her.

“That’s it, Jax. Make some room,” Elijah says, clapping me on the back in a friendly-bro kind of way. He pats Luna’s hip and tells her to roll over. Once she’s on her hands and knees, Connor slides between her lips, and Elijah stretches her pussy around his huge cock, and I’m hard again in a second.

This girl is our moon and stars. She’s the sun on the hottest day, warming our weary bones. She’s the light in our darkness, and as my friends take turns to give her pleasure, all I can do is watch in awe.

35

LUNA

I think my brain is broken. I think Jax fucked it out of me, and now I'm just a shell of my former self, lost in pleasure.

But then Elijah is inside me, and Connor is easing his cock between my lips, and somehow, I draw back into myself, reforming just enough for them to splinter me into pieces all over again.

Seven men.

I know what Jordy's thinking. How the fuck would any woman manage to physically cope with all of the masculine urges?

What she doesn't know is that I spend half of the time that I'm in bed with them, experiencing another reality. I think it's what the word bliss refers to. I think that's where I go.

"Luna," Connor says, stroking my face. "Baby."

I nod, swirling my tongue around his cock in a way that makes him thrust forward, hitting the back of my throat until I gag. Fuck, that's sexy in a way that I don't quite understand. Who knew that a little bit of dominance would flick my switch? Who knew that soft words and harsh fingers would make my brain melt?

And my body.

Before I can prepare for it, my pussy is clamping down on Elijah's cock in wave after wave of perfect pleasure. I fall onto my elbows, losing all control of my limbs, and somewhere above me, Connor's coming on my shoulders and hands, as Elijah releases inside me.

Messy was an accurate prediction, but there is nothing bad about it. My men are marking me, and a primal part of me that's been buried deep only wants more.

And more I get.

I'm hauled into Asher's lap, sliding down onto his cock so easily that I don't have any time to adjust. He controls the rhythm, partly by thrusting up from beneath and partly by gripping my hips and tugging me against him. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good," he says.

There are so many things that I want to say to all my men. How awesome they make me feel. How each of them holds a unique and special place in my heart. How grateful I am that they've come into my life. That whatever happens in the future, there will never be a moment of regret about what is happening between us.

But my body is so limp with pleasure, and my mind so addled, that nothing other than moans and puffs of air will come out of my mouth.

"That's it, baby," Mo says, moving behind me so that he can fill his big hands with my breasts. I know, if I wasn't pregnant and Connor hadn't laid down the “gentle” rule with such force, that he might have tried to penetrate me too. But things are different now. Only slightly, but different enough for me to notice.

I kiss Asher's soft lips, my gaze meeting his eyes that are always the color of the clearest sky on a summer's day. Turning, I seek out Mo's mouth, finding his dark eyes soulful and intense. My men are such a contrasting group, but that just makes this so much more special.

Coming again seems like an impossible feat, but when Mo's fingers slide between my body and Asher's to seek out my clit, it's like an instantaneous reaction. Whip fast, the pleasure shoots up my spine, arching my back until I'm leaning against Mo, and Asher is speeding, speeding, chasing his release.

Maybe I black out for a moment because I don't remember being lifted from Asher and placed onto Ben. I don't remember my hands being wrapped around Mo's and Hudson's cocks. And when I finally come back to reality, Ben's thumb on my clit is already threatening to send me away again.

My hips feel tender and stretched, my pussy is swollen beyond anything I've ever experienced, and every muscle in my legs aches, but I can do this. I can bring it home for all my men as they bring it home for me.