36. No Initiative Order #2
Instead, my cock gets impossibly harder.
Apparently personal growth occasionally comes with benefits.
Dex notices Cami's reaction too.
His face lights up.
“Oh, she likes what you’re—”
Cami slaps her hand over his mouth. “No.”
Micah laughs.
Ronan's mouth curves.
I reach for Cami, sliding my hand along the side of her neck until she turns toward me.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes have that slightly unfocused look that tells me she's farther gone than she's pretending.
Beautiful.
My wife.
I kiss her.
Everything else recedes for a few seconds—her hand stroking Dex, Micah’s fingers inside her, all of it.
Not because it stops mattering, but because I know this particular language by heart.
The pressure she likes against her jaw.
The way her hand curls at the back of my neck.
How she follows when I pull away just enough to make her chase my mouth.
Familiarity shouldn't make kissing someone feel more intense.
It does.
I break the kiss, but move even closer and keep my hands on her.
Someone's hand brushes the outside of my thigh.
Then Dex's hand lands partly over mine where I'm holding Cami's hip.
He notices before I do.
His eyes drop to our hands, then come back to my face, and he simply shifts his somewhere else.
No exaggerated reaction.
No attempt to test whether that boundary has changed.
That small movement hits me unexpectedly hard.
He knows.
All of them know.
They don't need me to justify what I am comfortable with or prove I'm secure enough to tolerate more. My boundaries aren't hurdles anybody is waiting for me to clear.
They're simply part of the room.
Like knowing the coffee table is there when you walk through in the dark.
You don't resent it.
You don't obsess over it.
You just know where it is and move accordingly.
Dex glances at me. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
Then he goes right back to whatever the fuck he was doing, and I go back to focusing on Cami.
And that's it.
Nothing to unpack.
Nothing to process.
Easy.
I don't know when exactly that shift happened, but I'm glad it did.
Shortly, Micah pulls Cami by the waist from in front of Dex and pretty much hands her to me.
His fingers that had been inside her are quickly in Dex’s mouth before Micah pulls them out, and he kisses Dex deeply.
And Micah definitely feels a claim to Dex that is very similar to what I feel about Cami.
I shift Cami so she can watch and replace Micah’s fingers with mine. She moans as she sinks down onto them, and soon she’s grinding and riding my hand in a way that feels absolutely sinful while she watches her boyfriends touch and kiss each other.
Nobody comes at the same time.
Thank God.
Five synchronized orgasms sounds less like sex and more like something that would require an incident report.
Dex gets there first.
It isn't obvious that Micah and Ronan are teaming up on him until suddenly they are, and I find myself watching again.
Micah's hand slides around the back of Dex's neck, and the running commentary that usually accompanies everything remains in the nether. Ronan leans in and says something against his ear that I can't hear.
Whatever it is runs through Dex like somebody just connected him to electricity.
His shoulders tighten. His breath catches. One hand closes around Micah's thigh while the other finds Ronan's forearm.
Within a few minutes, the guy who couldn't shut the fuck up through an entire action movie is boneless against Micah's chest.
The sight pulls another heavy wave of heat through me.
Dex likes giving over his power. He doesn't lose himself under their hands. He gets to stop being responsible for himself for a few minutes.
Given that he's Dex, maybe that's the kinkiest thing anyone could do to him.
Cami is staring too, her lips parted slightly.
I brush the backs of my fingers along her jaw. “You okay?”
She nods without looking away. “Hot.”
“Yeah.”
Her head whips toward me.
I start laughing.
Her eyes widen with delight. “You said it.”
“I did.”
She kisses me before she can make a bigger deal out of it.
Micah comes later, although I couldn't tell you exactly how the room shifts its attention toward him. That's how tonight keeps working. No one announces whose turn it is. One person becomes the focus for a while, and everyone else stays connected somehow.
Cami is involved.
Dex is involved.
Ronan's hand keeps finding Micah.
I'm touching Cami even when she's focused somewhere else.
Nobody is standing outside the room waiting to be included.
Eventually Cami makes her way back into my lap, and whatever the other three are doing becomes substantially less interesting than the naked woman pressed against me.
Her skin is overheated and damp. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck. I sweep it aside and kiss the exposed skin there.
She shivers against me.
“Griff.”
“Yeah, baby?”
Her hand finds mine and moves it deliberately where she wants it.
My body tightens.
I follow her lead.
For the next few minutes, my world gets considerably smaller.
Her breathing.
The way her body moves against mine.
Her fingers tightening around my wrist.
Dex saying something from nearby that makes her laugh just as sensation catches up with her, turning the laugh into a broken moan against my mouth.
That sound shoots down my spine.
When she comes, she shakes against me hard enough that I wrap both arms around her and hold her through it.
Dex cheers.
Actually cheers, like Cami just scored the winning touchdown.
“Shut up,” she manages.
“No.”
Ronan reaches over and clamps one hand over Dex's mouth.
“Better?”
Cami is still catching her breath, but she laughs.
“Yes.”
Dex bites Ronan's hand.
Ronan jerks it away. “Animal.”
“Correct.”
That does me in.
Not the biting.
Cami is still laughing when she turns in my arms and kisses me.
Her body is soft from the orgasm, but her mouth isn't. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, and every bit of heat I've been carrying around for the last hour seems to gather low at once.
I don't really track the room after that.
I track her.
The smell of her skin.
The way her thighs shift around me as my cock sinks into her pussy when she drops slowly onto it.
The soft sound she makes into my mouth when I finally lose whatever control I still had.
I finally come hard enough that my muscles lock around it, and I bury my face against her neck because for several seconds breathing becomes a secondary concern.
Her hand goes into my hair.
She holds me there.
My wife.
The words hit with the same primitive force they always have.
Ronan is only a few feet away. Micah is still touching Dex. Other hands have been on Cami all night.
None of it weakens those words.
If anything, they feel more certain now.
Because my wife was never supposed to mean I owned every piece of her.
It means I know exactly which part is ours.
When I finally lift my head, Cami kisses my temple. “You good?”
I breathe out something that might be a laugh. “Ask me again in thirty seconds.”
Her smile presses against my jaw.
Ronan is last.
The man can apparently turn self-control into an endurance sport.
Dex notices before anybody else because there could be an earthquake and he would still maintain accurate situational awareness of who in the room hasn't gotten off yet.
He looks across the couch. “You planning to abstain for religious reasons?”
Ronan gives him the look. “No.”
“Then get over here.”
Micah laughs.
Cami points at Dex. “Bossy.”
“Learned from you.”
Ronan does move closer, but he’s still restrained.
Cami kisses him first.
Micah touches him.
Dex tries to participate in approximately everything at once until Ronan catches him by the back of the neck.
“Slow down.”
Dex grins. “Yes, Sir.”
I stay close to Cami, one hand resting at her waist while she leans toward Ronan.
I watch because I want to watch.
Touch her because I want to touch her.
And when Ronan's almost irritating level of composure finally starts to fracture under all that attention, I feel something in my chest settle.
Everyone is here, and everyone feels equal.
Not because we made a point to give everybody equal minutes.
Nobody is standing on the edge while the rest of us have sex.
Nobody is politely waiting for someone to remember them.
Nobody needs every interaction to include all five people equally in order to belong.
Watching Ronan fuck anyone besides Cami is new for me, but watching him fuck Dex… well, it changes the way I see our entire collage of personalities.
Cami clearly enjoys watching as Micah kisses Dex and keeps his face focused on him while Ronan fucks him hard.
At some point Dex comes again.