Page 89 of End Game

“Okay, then,” I say playfully, and I nip his bottom lip this time.

It doesn’t take long before I’m coming again.

Ronan’s hand trails down my spine, slowly, and then his voice is low as he asks, “Cameron, are you ready for me to fill you?”

My eyes meet Griffin’s—another silent check-in.

“Please,” I answer Ronan.

He thrusts harder, hitting somewhere deep inside me.

The moans that come out of me with each thrust are out of my control. I couldn’t silence them to save my life.

“Fucking hell,” Griffin practically growls.

I know he feels every thrust—in some ways, Ronan is fucking him, too. Which is a much more comfortable thought when it’s Micah and Dex.

But I don’t care.

I feel so fucking full. Every sensitive spot inside and outside of me is being stimulated, and it’s something I could never describe to anyone.

“Someday,” Ronan grunts. “We’ll really fill you. See if you can take three cocks or even all four of us at the same time.”

Griffin hums in approval.

“Who are you?” I manage to whisper against his neck, just before Ronan thrusts one final time and holds it.

I feel him pulse as he fills me.

As he gently pulls back from me, he smacks my ass, and I yelp in surprise.

Griffin laughs and then, loud enough for Ronan to hear, asks, “Where do you want me to fill you?”

I study him for a breath or two. Ronan isn’t a fan of blow jobs unless he’s in complete control, so in some ways I’m helping Griffin play the game when I answer.

“My mouth, and on my knees.”

Griffin’s eyes widen for a second. I’m sure he thought I’d pick one of several other options.

“You sure, baby?” he asks as his thumb drifts over my bottom lip.

“So sure.”

I drop to the floor, and he sits up. I watch eagerly as he takes off the cock ring.

“Such a pretty mouth,” Griffin praises, cupping the side of my face. He looks up at Ronan and almost comically asks if he wants to hold my hair.

Ronan agrees, and I look up at Griffin as I wrap my hand around him and then start playing with his head with my tongue.

“You taste yourself on him, sweetheart?” Ronan asks, pulling on my hair until I tilt far enough to see his face.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

He loosens his hold slightly, and then I give not only Griffin a show, but also Ronan, who will probably never let me do this to him.

My hand and mouth work in sync. My hand twists with each stroke of my mouth, thumb playing with the tip when I pop him out of my mouth every now and then.

I know I could do this faster, but I don’t want faster.