Oh, shit. This can’t be happening. I’mnotgoing to come in my pants, I tell myself sternly. Except… I so am.
I can’t stop myself. I’m on a train straight into hell, but there’s no getting off. Not now. I can tell Camile is close. I’m not going to stop, even if it means embarrassing the shit out of myself in front of two other club members.
Camile’s cries bounce off the walls, and her back arches. She pushes her pussy against my face, her hand knotted in my hair as her ass clenches around my finger. Wetness gushes over my tongue and chin, and it makes me lose whatever control I had of myself.
Grinding into the carpet, pleasure pulses through me. With a groan and a shudder, hot streams of cum explode from my cock and fill my boxers
Shock fills me, despite all the warning signs of what was coming. I barely dare to look up and see the faces of the others. My orgasm leaves my cock surrounded by the hot wet mess of my own semen.
Fuck. I just came in my pants like a fucking teenage boy.
32
CAMILE
“Did… did you just…?”I stare at Ghost in shock.
He had made a choked cry against my pussy, and when I glanced down his hips were humping the floor.
I’m still breathing hard from my second orgasm, this time thanks to his clever mouth, and my heart is thumping.
I can’t believe Ghost just came in his jeans. It’s the ultimate compliment, though, so I’m not complaining.
I don’t want him to be embarrassed about this. It was fucking hot, and I’ve just come twice, and from the look in the other men’s eyes, it’s not over yet.
Ghost climbs onto all fours and then sits back on his haunches. His chiseled face is wet with my juices, and he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, then stares down at the large wet spot at the front of his jeans.
“Fuck, Camile. Look what you did to me.”
Rook and Ace exchange a glance. Neither of them has come yet.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” I tell them. “Give Ghost a minute to clean up.”
Ghost shoots me a grateful smile. He gets to his feet and slips out to the bathroom.
I take Ace’s hand in one of mine and Rook’s in the other and lead them to the bedroom. They sandwich me between them, Ace in front and Rook behind. It’s so sexy how they’re both still fully clothed and I’m completely naked. Rook sweeps my damp hair away from my neck, and his lips find the spot between my nape and shoulder.
Ace presses against me, his chest against my breasts.
“We all want to fuck you, Camile,” Ace murmurs against my ear. “How would you feel about taking me and Rook together?”
“Like one of you goes the backdoor way?” I check.
“No, like we fuck your pussy together, at the same time. Two cocks in one hole. Let Ghost take your ass.” Ace smirks. “He seemed to like it.”
My eyes widen. “So, I’d take all of you? At the same time?” That sounds like a lot… likea lot!
“Only if you want to try. No pressure.”
I swallow hard, contemplating if it’s even possible, but movement catches my attention.
Ghost reappears in the doorway, and he’s stark fucking naked. Holy shit. Naked Ghost is one seriously incredible sight. All six feet four of him, lean with muscle, the shock of his pale skin against the dark hair that runs in a happy trail down to his cock, which has clearly recovered from the incident on the carpet. My gaze roams across his beautiful body but hesitates on his scars, of which there are many. One thick, ridged one runs from ribs to his stomach. Another round, puckered scar dots his shoulder. Some fainter lines, that lookweirdly like claw marks, line his right thigh. This is clearly a man who has seen a lot of action, and not in a good way. I want to wrap my body around his and press my face to his throat and tell him no one will ever hurt him again. But I can tell that isn’t what he needs right now. Or what he wants.
My tortured, tormented Ghost. The man who felt safer behind a camera. That he’s exposing himself not just to me, but to Ace and Rook, is a massive step, and I won’t do anything to ruin it.
Ace smirks. “Ghost looks ready.”
“Ready for what?” the big man growls.
