32. Partial Party, Full Encounter #3
Ronan’s expression as he watches us sends another electric pulse straight through me.
Griffin looks down at me. “You good, baby?”
I nod.
Micah's fingers slide into my hair. “Words, Princess.”
My stomach flips. “Yes, Sir.”
“There she is.”
Fuck.
I turn toward Griffin first.
His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek.
The way he's looking at me is almost enough by itself. “Jesus, Cami.”
Micah's hand tightens gently in my hair. “Look at you.”
“You’re so fucking hot when you want to put on a show, Sweetheart,” Ronan says from my periphery.
Heat crawls over every inch of my skin.
It shouldn't matter this much.
I've heard all of them praise me before.
Separately.
Apparently, three men telling me how fucking hot I am at the same time is a different experience entirely.
While my hands stay on both of them, my mouth shifts between Griffin and Micah. I pay attention to one and then the other until there isn't really a rhythm anymore.
The more praise drops from all of them, the more of a show I want to put on.
I can also feel my own arousal spreading down my thighs.
Several times I lick them from root to tip or play with their slit with my tongue.
My hands find their balls and cup them while I take each to the back of my throat.
It’s all just my mouth and hands.
Their voices.
My knees pressed into the carpet.
Micah's fingers in my hair.
Griffin touching my face like he can't decide whether this is filthy or beautiful.
Probably both.
“That's it,” Micah murmurs.
Griffin exhales roughly. “Fuck, baby.”
Another sound comes from the bed.
Ronan.
I look up.
Mistake.
Huge fucking mistake.
Because he's still watching.
Except now one hand is stroking his own cock—his control considerably less pristine than it was five minutes ago.
Our eyes meet.
His jaw tightens. “Don't stop.”
It’s not an order.
It’s almost wrecked.
Which somehow affects me more.
My pulse jumps.
Micah notices my reaction immediately. “Do you like Ronan doing that?”
I glare up at him without letting him fall from my mouth.
His smile deepens. “Thought so.”
Griffin laughs breathlessly. “She's got all three of us fucked up.”
Ronan's gaze never leaves mine. “She's aware.”
Oh, I am.
I am deliciously aware.
Every sound one of them makes rolls through me like feedback.
Every broken breath.
Every muttered curse.
Every piece of praise.
Micah telling me I'm doing so fucking well.
Griffin calling me beautiful and filthy in nearly the same breath.
Ronan watching from the bed like the sight of us is dismantling the last of his restraint.
For several minutes, the entire room narrows to that.
Three men losing control because of me.
And holy shit, apparently I like that too.
Micah is the first one whose careful composure really breaks.
His fingers tighten.
His breathing changes.
“Cami.” Just my name. That’s all he says.
Nothing commanding about it anymore.
That might be hotter than the commands.
Griffin isn't doing much better.
I can feel the tension in him every time I turn back toward him.
His hand settles behind my neck.
Not guiding.
Just holding.
“You're so fucking hot.”
The words hit low and deep.
I glance toward Ronan again.
He is watching Griffin touch me.
Watching Micah's hand in my hair.
Watching me between them.
And something about his expression sends yet another streak of electricity through my body.
Because I'm being seen.
All of me.
By all of them.
The room finally tips over almost at once.
Not perfectly.
Nothing about four people is that choreographed.
But close.
“Can we paint you?” Micah pants as he pulls away from me and starts stroking himself.
“Yes,” I manage to rasp before I turn toward Griffin and give my attention to him.
It’s only moments later when I feel Micah’s cum hit me in hot ropes, as my name comes rough from his throat.
I feel it all over my throat and chest.
The sight must do something to Griffin because he follows seconds later—one hand still cupping my face, as his cum joins Micah’s.
Gently, I still stroke both of them as they soften and twitch in my hands, but Ronan is still working himself.
It doesn’t take him long either before he paints me, too.
And I am left kneeling in the middle of it.
Breathless.
Flushed.
Covered in cum.
Ridiculously pleased with myself.
For approximately two seconds.
Then Griffin looks at Micah.
Micah looks at Griffin.
They both smile and then suddenly their hand close together above my head.
I see the thought happen.
My eyes widen. “Don't you fucking dare.”
They both grin and then high-five each other before dropping their arms.
“Oh my God.”
Griffin laughs. “You thought it.”
“I absolutely did not.”
Micah looks suspiciously innocent. “You did.”
“I hate all of you.”
From the bed, Ronan says, “You don't.”
I look at him.
He's still recovering and somehow still smug.
“Especially you.”
“Also untrue.”
I start laughing.
And once I start, I can't stop.
Micah joins me.
Then Griffin.
Even Ronan finally gives in.
Four naked people completely wrecked in my bedroom, laughing like idiots.
Dex would be fucking furious he missed this.
And that thought doesn't make tonight lesser.
It just makes it ours.