12. Flanked #2
“You are doing surprisingly well,” Ronan observes with a cocky grin.
I can hear the humor in Griffin’s voice when he replies, “You get some credit. You laid down the rules. I just figured out how to play the game.”
Ronan smiles as he thrusts up into me.
My head tips back on Griffin’s shoulder.
His hand travels up to toy with one of my nipples, and he adds to Ronan, “I told you I trusted you to lead—I never said I wasn’t taking notes.”
Ronan chuckles softly.
“Ride him,” Griffin orders in a rasp against my ear. “Move those hips, baby.”
And I do.
Sitting forward slightly, I steady myself with hands on Griffin’s arm around my waist rather than Ronan’s body and begin to roll my hips until his cock hits that perfect spot inside me.
Ronan’s hands travel further up my thighs, until his thumbs are brushing the outside of my pussy.
Griffin’s mouth is on the sensitive place on my neck, then my shoulder, then back to my neck and my ear, as his free hand still toys with my nipples.
I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, and part of me wants to beg him to fuck me there, to fill me completely, but I want him to do this his way.
My legs begin to tire, my movements slowing.
“You need some help, baby?” Griffin asks quietly.
A soft sound leaves me before I nod and say, “Please.”
The arm around my waist moves as his hand travels down to my clit.
Those fingers work with precision.
The sensations of both of Ronan’s hands, his cock, and Griffin’s fingers all working together are overwhelming and fucking perfect.
My thighs start to shake harder, and Ronan begins to fuck me from below.
As my body begins to ripple with the imminent climax, Griffin lets my nipple go, and trails further up.
His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me flush against his chest, and my head fully back on his shoulder.
Somehow, he manages to not change the rhythm of his fingers between my thighs.
Then those fingers around my throat squeeze. My head begins to swim, but it pushes my concentration to the rest of the sensations.
He squeezes harder as my body convulses and falls over the edge.
When my body stills, he loosens his fingers, and I gasp air in.
“Still green?” he whispers against my ear.
“Still green,” I direct my answer to both men.
Griffin pulls me up again, lifting me off Ronan. My feet hit the floor, and he turns me to face him.
An arm stays around me as he registers my shaky legs, but then he kisses me deeply before moving us until he is on his back and I’m straddling him instead of Ronan.
“You ready to take both of us, baby?” he asks with absolute sincerity as his thumb grazes my bottom lip.
“Are you?” I challenge back.
“Are you still worried about me?”
“Not really,” I answer honestly.
Then I reach down between us to guide him into me.
Fuck, I can tell I am so swollen already, but it’s in all the best ways.
My movements pause as I find something unfamiliar—it takes me a second to realize it’s a cock ring.
I look down, running my thumb over it.
Griffin doesn’t say anything, but his hand joins mine, and he holds down the button that turns on the small vibrator.
Holy fuck.
My husband came prepared.
Who the fuck is this man?
He catches whatever is happening on my face and grins. “I’m not going to pierce it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play.”
I laugh, but there’s probably a little too much delighted disbelief in it.
He has definitely been taking notes.
Griffin inhales as I sink all the way down.
The vibrator is right on my clit, I gasp and grind just a few times to adjust the angle.
He smiles as he grabs one of my wrists and pulls me down to him. My breasts press against his chest, as my lips find his.
“As good as a piercing?” he asks with a knowing smile.
“Better, but don’t tell Dex,” I answer.
Then Ronan’s hands smooth over my ass before his fingers dig into my cheeks.
“I know your legs are tired, baby,” Griffin says softly. “Let us do the work. You just enjoy it.”
Micah and Dex have tried to explain what this feels like from their side. I don’t have the equipment to fully understand it.
But Griffin does.
And this is new for him too.
So even with every nerve in my body screaming yes, now, please, I’m watching his face.
“Both of you green?” Ronan asks as a lubricated finger rims me.
“Yes,” we say in unison, and Griffin smiles at me before nipping my bottom lip.
Ronan inserts one finger and Griffin curses.
I am definitely feeling everything, but my eyes stay on Griffin.
Another finger slides inside me, and Griffin thrusts up.
“Still green?” I whisper against his lips.
“So green,” he answers.
I notice him nod to Ronan before he tangles his hand in my hair and kisses me deeply as Ronan thrusts inside me.
I break the kiss on a gasp, and then my face falls to Griffin’s neck as Ronan fucks harder and harder.
He is hitting all the right spots and pushing Griffin’s cock down into my g-spot with each thrust, and then the vibrator on my clit… It’s too much, and it’s so fucking perfect at the same time.
I’m not sure I ever want this moment to end.
My fingernails dig into Griffin’s skin as I bite his shoulder when I come.
“Fuck, baby… Jesus, Cami,” Griffin rasps into my hair. Then a little louder, “Eyes on me.”
Picking up my head, I find those gentle eyes. They’re full of fire.
“Can you give us one more?”
“Can you give me one more?” I challenge.
He smiles and reaches between us. The vibration turns up, and I almost regret testing him.
“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?”