Instead of harder, he backs off a bit, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. His eyes lock with mine, that familiar intensity burning within them.
"Touch your clit," he commands. "I want to watch you fall apart."
I slide my hand between our bodies, finding my swollen clit with my fingers. The dual sensation—his cock filling me while my fingers build on my pleasure—sends electricity coursing through my veins.
"That's it," he encourages, his pace steady but maddeningly slow. "Get yourself off." He’s leaning back now so he can watch me touch myself.
I can feel Julian and Tristan watching, their gazes hot on my skin.
My fingers move in tight, quick circles, my body tensing as the pressure builds.
"Oh god," I gasp, feeling my inner walls begin to clench. "Alex?—"
"Come for me," he urges, his control slipping just enough for his hips to stutter against mine. "Let go."
The orgasm crashes through me so hard and so intense I cry out. Pleasure radiates from my core in waves that seem endless, my body pulsing around Alex's cock as he holds himself deep inside me.
"Fucking beautiful," I hear Julian murmur from somewhere beside me.
Alex’s rhythm intensifies now, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. His grip tightens on my hips as he pounds into me, his control completely abandoned.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice ragged. "So tight around my cock. Like you’re made for me."
I'm still coming down from my orgasm, oversensitive and trembling, but the way he's talking to me, the raw possessiveness in his voice, sends pleasure through my body.
"Yes," I gasp, reaching up to grip his shoulders. "Don't stop."
His eyes burn into mine, sweat beading on his forehead as his movements grow more erratic. "Nobody fucks you like I do," he says, his words punctuated by the sound of our bodies colliding. "Nobody makes you come like I do."
"Tell me you're mine," Alex demands, his thumb finding my overstimulated clit and circling roughly.
"I'm yours," I moan, my back arching off the bed.
Something flashes in his eyes—acceptance, desire, something primal—and his rhythm falters. "Fuck, I'm going to come," he groans, his muscles tensing. "Going to fill you up."
His hips slam into mine as he finally let’s go, spilling inside me.
Tristan takes his place almost immediately.
“You ready for me?” he asks, his voice in my ear.
“You know I am,” I reply.
“Cami, baby, can you flip over and take me in your mouth? I’m so close to exploding,” Julian asks.
I nod quickly and Tristan rolls me over while managing to stay inside me.
I take Julian deep into my mouth, working my tongue along the underside of his shaft as Tristan begins to thrust into me from below.
"Fuck, that's beautiful," Tristan groans, his hands gripping my hips firmly, as he watches me suck Julian’s cock.
I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, looking up to meet Julian's eyes. His face is a mask of pleasure, lips parted, eyes half-closed as he watches me take him.
"Jesus, Cami," Julian moans, one hand tangling in my hair. "Your mouth is fucking perfect."
Tristan's rhythm increases, his cock moving in and out of me in perfect rhythm. He continues to watch as I work Julian with my mouth, and knowing both men are so turned on by the sight of me pleasuring the other makes everything more intense.
"That's it," Tristan encourages, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Show Julian how good you are with that pretty mouth while I fuck you."
