50. Natural Twenty #4
Ronan gives the slightest inclination of his head. “Granted. Two minutes after positioning.”
Griffin moves first.
He positions her closer to the edge.
Micah steps in on the other side.
I grip the arms of my chair.
This is…
I don't have a joke.
That's how hot it is.
Cami reaches for both men.
Griffin kisses her.
Micah's hand slides along her thigh.
They take their time.
Nobody rushes.
Which is somehow dirtier.
Ronan watches every change in Cami's face.
“Color?”
“Green.”
Griffin enters first.
Cami gasps.
Micah waits.
Touches her.
Lets her adjust.
Then Ronan nods once.
Micah moves in beside him.
Cami's mouth drops open.
Her head falls back.
“Fuck.”
Griffin swears.
Micah does too.
Ronan starts a timer.
I forget how to blink.
The visual is insane.
Griffin and Micah, side by side, both inside Cami, her body taking them, them working around each other without touching more than necessary.
Griffin looks at Micah once.
Micah looks back.
Then they find a rhythm.
Cami's nails scrape the table.
Ronan says, very quietly, “That's it. Let them give you what you asked for.”
Her body shudders.
When his next words drop, they hit like a wrecking ball. “You wanted both cocks in your pussy, sweetheart. Take them.”
Cami whimpers.
Fuck.
My entire body reacts.
Micah groans.
Ronan rarely talks like that.
My entire body reacts.
Micah groans.
Griffin's head tips forward.
Jesus Christ.
Classy filth.
That is Ronan's superpower.
He can talk like a librarian for six days straight and then say cocks in your pussy like it's a sentence carved into stone tablets.
I look at him.
He's watching Cami.
Calm.
Controlled.
Still dressed.
I remember my petition.
Fuck.
My next turn arrives while Cami is still occupied by two cocks in her pussy.
Ronan looks at me.
I look at my inspiration.
Two beads left.
Then at him.
“I would like to revisit my petition.”
Ronan's eyes flick down to the beads. “You may.”
“I spend both.”
Micah makes a low sound.
Cami is too busy being thoroughly fucking occupied to react much.
Griffin glances toward Ronan.
Ronan studies me.
Long enough that the room feels suspended.
Then he says, “Under the table, Dexter.”
Oh.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
My cock jerks.
I do not make a joke.
That's how serious this is.
I slide off the chair.
Ronan watches me crawl beneath the table.
He moves his chair back far enough that he can see me.
It's darker under here—obviously.
I can see legs.
Griffin's stance.
Micah's feet.
The underside of the table we've eaten on for years.
Then Ronan's knees.
Black slacks.
I settle in front of him.
My heart is beating out of control.
This is different.
We've had sex.
I've kissed him.
He's fucked me.
We've done things I thought about for years.
But this—this is him letting me into his space while he's still regulating everything else.
Everyone is here.
He is trusting me to be exactly where he can see me and control every movement.
If he actually lets me do this…
Nobody else has done this with him.
The thought makes me dizzy.
Ronan's hand moves to his belt.
He undoes it himself.
Slow enough that I can follow every motion.
Belt.
Button.
Zipper.
He reaches inside and frees his cock.
My mouth goes dry.
Fuck.
He looks down at me. “Hands on your thighs.”
I obey. “Yes, Sir.”
His expression changes slightly.
He shifts forward enough that he's within reach. “Open.”
I do.
He guides himself to my lips.
I take him in.
Slow.
Careful.
His breath changes above me.
That's it.
That's all.
But I feel it like praise.
His hand comes toward my head.
Stops.
“I'm going to touch your hair.”
My chest aches.
I nod slightly, not wanting to take my mouth off him.
His fingers slide into my hair.
Not tight.
Grounding both of us.
I start to move.
Ronan lets me for maybe fifteen seconds.
Then his hand tightens around my hair.
“Stop.”
I stop.
His cock rests heavy on my tongue.
I wait.
Above us, Cami moans.
I can't see her.
That's almost worse. Better. I don’t fucking know.
I can hear Griffin.
Micah.
The table shifting.
Ronan's voice comes from directly above me. “Cameron.”
Her moan breaks. “Yes?”
“Color.”
“Green.”
“Good.” Then to one of them: “Slower. Make it last.”
Micah's answer is rough. “Okay.”
Ronan looks down at me. “Continue.”
Fuck.
I do.
My entire world becomes Ronan's cock and the sounds happening above me.
I can't see it.
Which means my brain fills in everything.
Cami spread on our table.
Griffin holding her.
Micah moving beside him.
Ronan sitting above me like a fucking king while I service him under the table.
I almost come untouched.
Ronan stops me again—pulling me off him just enough to breathe normally for a minute.
“Good boy.”
The praise lands somewhere behind my spine.
I look up.
His eyes are dark.
Glasses still on.
Shirt still buttoned.
One hand in my hair.
Cock wet from my mouth.
I am going to die.
Then something clicks on the tabletop.
Cami gasps.
Micah says, “No fucking way.”
Griffin laughs once.
I can't see.
“What?”
Ronan's thumb strokes once against my scalp. “The Dungeon Master has entered combat.”
My entire nervous system short-circuits.
I immediately put my mouth back on him.
His hand tightens instantly, pulling me back. “Careful.”
“Sorry.”
I am smiling around his cock.
I can feel it.
He knows.
Of course he knows.
He jerks my hair again enough that my eyes meet his fully again.
“You’re just cockwarming for now, understand?”
Fuck me.
Who the fuck is this man?
I nod.
Then he pulls me forward, sheathing himself in my mouth.
“Can you breathe?” he asks quietly.
I hum.
He reaches in his pocket and then hands me the clicker.
Jesus Christ.
I click it once.
His words are quiet.
I know the others can probably hear them, but they’re meant for me.
“No sucking, no moving, just stay like that until I say otherwise, or you safeword.”
Every submissive part of me thinks it’s in heaven right now.
I click once.
Then he starts directing the game above me, and outside of the occasional stroking of my hair, like he’s petting a fucking dog, he acts like I’m not even here.
Why is it so fucking hot to be used like this?
I seriously might die.
I just hope he lets me come first.
The boss battle starts while I am under the table.
I know because Ronan says, “You've reached the final encounter.”
Cami makes a breathless sound.
Griffin swears.
Micah says nothing.
Ronan's cock is still in my mouth.
I am extremely invested in the plot.
“Your objective is no longer to accumulate successes.”
He strokes my hair, and I whimper.
“You will follow instructions until I decide you've survived.”
My dick throbs against my stomach.
Cami says, “Holy fuck.”
Ronan's voice drops. “Is that understood?”
Three voices answer. “Yes.”
I click the clicker.
His gaze lands on me with a sadistic smile.
“Good.”
Then he looks away and continues running the room.
I have never been happier to have limited visibility.
I know they’ve changed positions several times, but I lost track of who is where.
And who is fucking Cami
Or if someone is fucking Cami.
I’m too busy resisting the urge to suck.
Every once in a while I have to swallow because I’m a living human being who needs to breathe.
Every time I do, Ronan’s cock twitches enough to let me know he feels it.
Ronan tells Griffin to hold Cami's hips.
He tells Micah not to change pace.
He asks Cami for her color.
She says, “Green.”
He asks whether she wants them to continue.
She says, “Yes.”
Then he gives her permission to come. “You want to come, Sweetheart? Show me.”
The sound she makes is unreal.
She shakes hard enough that I can see it under the table.
Griffin curses.
Micah groans.
Cami's hand slaps against the wood above me.
The table vibrates.
I look up at Ronan.
He watches her climax.
Then looks down at me, grips my hair, and thrusts once.
I whimper.
“Good boy.”
His restraint is fucking unbelievable.
Then Micah says above us, “Ronan?”
Ronan's voice is rougher now. “Yes?”
“Permission?”
There is a pause.
I think Ronan speaks to Cami. “Do you want him to?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Cami answers, “My mouth.”
I hear it.
I grin around Ronan.
He taps my head once in warning.
I behave.
“Micah,” Ronan says, “granted.”
Micah's breathing changes.
Griffin's does too.
The table shifts harder.
Cami gasps.
Then Micah swears so quietly I almost miss it.
His hand hits the tabletop.
He's done.
Fuck.
Ronan's fingers slide deeper into my hair.
He pulls away from my mouth.
I'm breathing hard.
My jaw aches slightly.
I have never been happier.
Ronan looks down at me.
“Still green?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
His eyes stay on mine as he says, “Griffin.”
“Yeah?”
“Your turn.”
Griffin laughs breathlessly. “About fucking time.”
I hear Cami laugh.
Ronan’s eyes stay on mine as he asks her again.
“Still green?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want him to come in your pussy?”
“Yes.”
Griffin's answer comes immediately after hers. “So do I.”
I choke on a laugh.
From beneath the table I say, “WAIT, WAS THAT A JOKE?”
Griffin says, “Shut up, Dex.”
Cami starts laughing again.
Ronan narrows his eyes at me like he's disappointed.
He isn't.
I know him now.
He's trying not to laugh too.
His expression goes serious, and he swallows as I note the table shifting above me.
Squeezing my cheeks, he mouths the word, “Open.”
I do, and he immediately thrusts inside. “Green?”
One click.
“Good boy,” he praises and strokes my hair. “Do you want to move?”
One click.
“You’ll get your turn, but for now you’re still just cockwarming.”
Asshole.
Fucking amazing, perfect, dominant asshole.
Griffin finishes with Cami.
I hear it.
The change in his breathing.
Cami murmuring his name.
The low, wrecked sound Griffin makes when Ronan gives permission.
Then stillness.
I hear the immediate aftercare even in the middle of the fucking boss battle.
That's Griffin.
Ronan waits a moment.
Then his attention drops back to me.
“Dexter.”
My stomach tightens.
“Come closer.”
I do.
This time there's no slow build.
Not really.
He's still controlled.
But the restraint is thinning.
I feel it.
His hips move slightly.
A small thrust.
Once.
Then again.
His hand tightens in my hair.
“That's it.”
Fuck.
His voice goes low.