Page 84 of End Game

Ronan’s is now back on my neck.

Their hands are relentless. It only takes a few moments after the first one before I’m coming again.

My thighs are growing slicker and slicker.

“Fuck, baby,” Griffin rasps against my neck. “Such a good girl.”

“I think she has more to give us before we fuck her,” Ronan suggests.

Griffin quickly agrees, “I think so too.”

My knees are weak.

As if he can sense it, Ronan releases my hair and wraps an arm around me, just above my waist, helping support my weight.

Then they continue—both with some kind of relentless, superhuman ability, not changing rhythm or pressure.

Apparently my breathing becomes optional.

“You’re almost there again, Cami,” Griffin groans.

Fuck him for knowing my body that well.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your body loves the way we touch you—fucking show us,” Ronan practically growls into my hair.

I whimper as my knees give out and my body convulses one more time.

If there is some kind of exchange or agreement, I don’t hear or see it, as both of them begin to soften their movements and eventually leave my—somehow—still very needy pussy.

The sound I make at the loss of the touch makes both men laugh softly.

Griffin braces one arm behind my knees, and suddenly I’m fully in his arms as he carries me the few feet to the bed and lays me down.

“Fuck,” I gasp as my back arches when he is almost instantly between my thighs.

Griffin’s mouth works my pussy in ways that are both soothing and damning. His tongue is soothing against my sensitive clit, before he moves and fucks me with his tongue.

Somehow, I manage to open my eyes and see Ronan taking off his clothes.

Fuck me, this is really happening.

At this point, I don’t know why any of us ever thought this would be awkward.

There is less orchestration and talking than with Micah and Dex. It’s like they can read each other’s minds.

“I bet she tastes perfect, too,” Ronan observes.

“Oh, she does,” Griffin says against my sensitive skin before licking up my seam. “Why don’t you taste her too?”

Suddenly I’m turned on the bed, and Ronan’s mouth replaces Griffin’s. I hear the rustling of Griffin’s clothes, and suddenly a surge flows through me. It’s like lava in my veins. I don’t know that I’ve ever been more turned on in my life than I am right now.

I feel handled.

I kind of feel like their toy.

And I am absolutely fucking here for it.

As Ronan’s fingers join his mouth, I gasp, then suddenly Griffin is there.