Page 47 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
I slid my hand up her spine and gripped some of that glorious hair. I pulled her head back by her hair gently, gripping her hip and slamming into her until she was coming around me again.
A grunt from Otto let me know he was covering her tits with his cum. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. Hendrick grabbed his own cock, stroking hard and fast until he was unloading all over her back.
My handprint on her ass, coated in their release, was too much and I buried myself balls deep inside her, coming on a curse. For a moment, all I could hear was the thundering of my own heart and the whoosh of panted breaths.
I pulled out and flopped down on the bed, trying to drag in oxygen. A towel appeared from nowhere, and Otto cleaned her up, gently whispering things into her hair as she collapsed against his chest.
“Get under the blankets, Sam,” Hendrick whispered, and I did what I was told for once, climbing in beside Otto. Hendrick got in the other side, dragging the blankets up over us. I realized Aviva was passed out on Otto’s chest, and for a second, I leaned up on one arm and looked at the only two people I’d ever loved. Something passed between us, and then Drix grinned.
“Get some sleep. I wanna do that again, but I get to ride in the backseat this time,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Fuck off, Hendrick,” Aviva mumbled against Otto’s chest, and I laughed.
This felt almost perfect.
Chapter25
Aviva
The sound of the apartment door opening and closing had Sampson sitting up in bed. He peeled away from me silently, until a voice in the other room yelled, “Just me.”
Evan was back.
I couldn’t get the memory out of my mind of Evan’s face when he opened the car door and saw me riding Sampson’s cock. Every time I thought about it though, I imagined a different expression on his face. Was the twist of his lips disgust? Or the hooding of his eyes desire? Or was it all just shock, and I was overthinking the hell out of it?
Yeah, it was probably the latter.
“We’re just napping,” Sampson yelled back, his grin in my direction making my heart flip-flop. Hendrick still snored gently despite the yelling, and I turned my face to look at him.
“He sleeps heavily when he actually sleeps.” Otto’s voice was a calming rumble beneath my cheek. I tilted my head up so I could look at him. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep on his chest. I tried to push myself up, and he hissed.
“I think I missed a cum spot. You seem to have, uh, crusted to my chest hair.”
There was a choking noise beside us, as Sampson tried to hold in his laugh. “It’s not funny, Sampson,” I said primly, which sent him over the edge.
He bent over, still naked and glorious, and let out a hissing laugh that shook his body. Sampson lurched toward me, gripping my hips. “Come here, Good Girl. Let’s give Otto a wax.”
Otto batted his hand away, holding me tightly. “Fuck off,” he growled, scooting toward the end of the bed, swiping out with his feet so Sampson had to jump away. “Hold on, Viva. We’re making a run for the shower.”
I gripped his neck as he kicked Sampson in the knee, sending him toppling, and then he was up and sprinting toward the bathroom while I held on like a baby koala. I saw a brief flash of Evan’s face, his mouth hanging open, before we reached the only bathroom in the apartment. I didn’t realize I was laughing so hard until my face began to ache.
How long had it been since I’d laughed like this? Years?
Otto continued to hold me as he reached into the shower and turned it on. He kissed my shoulder while he made sure the water was the perfect temperature. “I made it melt-your-balls-in-Mordor hot, because that's how girls like it, right?” he teased, stepping into the shower. Luckily, it was one of those spacious ones where you could just walk straight in without any difficulty.
“You can put me down, you know?” I said softly, and he just nuzzled my neck as he moved us both under the water. It poured down my back, and I swear, I never wanted to take a shower any other way again. But eventually he let me slide down his body, and I tried not to gasp as I felt the hard press of his cock on my core and then up my stomach. I let my hands run up over his chest and shoulders, laying my head between his pecs.
“Are you okay, Viva?”
“Um, in case you weren’t paying attention, I just had a four-way. Do you call it a four-way? Or is like, anything over three an orgy? I’ll look that up in the dictionary later.”
I could feel him laughing, and the warmth that flowed through me at the sound was new. Fuck, those big O hormones really did a number on a girl.
“I’m serious. Are you okay? Turn, I’ll wash your hair.”
I spun and he ran a hand down my front, squeezing my breast. “Uh, Otto. Last time I checked, I didn’t have hairy boobs.”
Otto pinched my nipple. “Shh, I’m double checking. And answer the question.”
