Page 49 of Our Elliana

I love making her lose all that boss lady control.

Still, I kiss her to cloak her decidedly noisy, “Sweet baby Jesus,” thrusting into her as her first orgasm milks me so vehemently that I barely hold off. She’s making all these sounds that are part mewl, part guttural groan, and I keep going, only then noticing that we’ve jostled the men on either side of us.

Tristan’s hand has been cupping her breast beneath her nightshirt this entire time, and when he catches on to what she and I are up to, I expect him to cuss me or barrel off the bed. Yet, he doesn’t. He clings almost possessively to that same breast of hers, and as I detect the flexing of his arm that tells me he’s pinching her nipple, I catch it. That scowl he perpetually wears.

But whatever.

I’m buried up to the balls in Elle, and I even if I did find this to be less than kosher—which I don’t—I can’t bring things to a screeching halt now. I’m too fucking invested.

I catch the kid’s blue saucer-wide gaze, and I don’t know what comes over me. If it’s the perverseness of knowing I can push past Noah’s boundaries or if it’s just something I’ve been dying to try with a lover as adventurous as Elliana, but I flip us.

I manage to reverse our positions so that I’m on bottom and she’s on top without disengaging us. Gathering some of her slickness on the pad of my pinky finger, I stroke tiny ovals around the pucker of her ass.

Then, I glide inside her up to my first knuckle.

I’ve never done this with Elle, and I didn’t ask permission, which considering our arrangement, I definitely should have. Yet rather than slapping me bald-headed or wrenching us apart, so much of her arousal floods over me that rivulets of it flow onto my lower abdomen. She makes this sound like a feral animal, and it hits me all at once.

Elle likes this. No, she fucking lives for it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” she hollers as her second orgasm overtakes her, apparently understanding that we’ve failed at keeping this lowkey.

Noah has backed as far away as he can without abandoning the mattress, and Elle notices, reaching out toward him.

“No,” she says, her tone an entreaty. “Don’t go. I want you all close, all of you touching me.”

I’m still on my back, my cock impaling her from below with my pinky submerged into her backside. Tristan is almost defiantly still pinching and teasing her nipple under her nightie, when Noah swallows so loudly I hear it as he resituates himself against Elle. Considering how she and I are connected, that means he’s also making contact with my side.

Elle seems content with this. Well, more than content. She’s on gratification overload, while I’m about to burst at the seams. Lazily, she sits up and offers me two magic words.

“Go deeper.”

Grasping her meaning isn’t difficult, so I burrow my pinky in further until I’m up to the second knuckle, then all the way in.

“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, but its ecstasy wreathing her features, not discomfort.

“Am I stretching you too much?”

“Just the right amount.”

So, inclining myself into more of a seated position, I pull both dick and finger out, and simultaneously jut each right back in.

“Yes, I’m so full of you,” she calls out. “Do it again.”

I do. In fact, I keep going and don’t stop.

She’s riding me like the bucking bronco I’ve become, tearing her nightshirt over her head and making her long hair cascade around her. I suckle and nibble along the column of her throat, enjoying the ever-living hell out of this.

It’s different being the one buried within her while Noah and Tristan are here. Better. Almost as if she’s placing her seal of approval on me while the others bear witness.

But it’s more than that, too.

As she ascends toward her third orgasm, I watch as she grips onto Noah’s palm and places it on the breast Tristan isn’t occupying. Squeezing her hands over theirs, I continue to rock up into her, and everything evolves into this shared experience among the four of us.

The kid doesn’t even look particularly grossed out by this scenario, instead, with his free hand, he tucks some long wayward tresses of hers behind her ear. Tristan massages her other shoulder.

Other than Elle’s wild keening, no one speaks.

I keep pounding into her, curling the finger inside her ass to make her come again. We’re both sweating now with the exertion, and when she cinches down on me this time, I pour myself into her with a long and labored grunt.

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