55. Aid Another
Chapter fifty-five
Aid Another
Griffin
Ronan holds the vibrating cock ring out to me like he's handing me a tool.
“This will make the next part more fun.”
I look at him.
Then at Cami.
Her lips are already twitching.
“That's usually her opinion of that thing too.”
Cami laughs, and Ronan's mouth curves just enough that I know he expected that answer.
The humor helps.
Not because I'm nervous exactly, but there is something objectively strange about standing naked beside a bondage table while two of my best friends prepare to restrain me so my wife can fuck me while three other men eventually form what can only be described as some kind of human sex train behind her.
There probably isn't a Hallmark card for this stage of friendship.
I take the ring from Ronan.
“Still the same boundary,” he says.
His tone has changed.
Not colder. Focused.
“Micah and I can position and restrain you. Cami is the only person touching you sexually.”
“Yeah.”
“And if that changes?”
“I'll say so.”
His eyes stay on mine another second.
“Color?”
“Green.”
No hesitation.
Cami steps between us and takes the ring from my hand.
“This part is mine,” she says.
“That was also the plan.”
“I'm aware.”
Her fingers brush over me while she puts it in place, and whatever dry comment I was about to make dies somewhere behind my teeth.
Fuck.
She looks up immediately.
“You good?”
“Very.”
The vibration starts low.
My entire body reacts before I can stop it.
Cami smiles.
Apparently my cock being “contained” does not actually make the situation less vulnerable.
It does, however, make it considerably hotter.
“Still good?” she asks.
I catch the back of her neck and kiss her.
That should answer the question.
When I lie back on the table, the padding is cooler than my skin. My pulse feels weirdly loud in my ears while Micah moves to one side and Ronan to the other.
Neither of them makes a big production out of this.
That helps too.
Micah takes my wrist and asks before he moves it. Ronan does the same at my leg. There is no assumption that because I agreed to the overall plan, every individual position is automatically fine.
I knew that would be the case.
Knowing and feeling it are different things.
When the first restraint closes around my wrist, my forearm tightens instinctively. The pressure is firm, unmistakable, and my body immediately tests it with one small pull before my brain catches up.
It holds.
Micah feels the movement.
His eyes lift to mine.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
He waits.
“Green.”
He nods and moves on.
The second wrist changes things more than the first.
One hand unavailable is inconvenient.
Both hands unavailable removes an entire category of instinct.
I can't reach for Cami.
Can't grab her hips.
Can't automatically adjust her position if she slips.
Can't put an arm between her and anything.
For about half a second, my chest tightens.
Then Cami climbs onto the table.
There she is.
Her knees settle on either side of my hips, hair hanging around her face, rope marks still faintly visible along her skin.
She puts both hands on my chest.
Warm.
Solid.
Mine to feel, even if I can't reach back yet.
“Hey.”
I look at her. “You okay?”
I take a slow breath.
Nothing in me is screaming to stop.
Nothing even wants to.
“Yeah.”
Her thumb strokes once over my sternum.
Then she rises enough to line me up and sinks onto my cock.
Every thought I had disappears.
“Fuck.”
The ring catches against her on the way down, and Cami's eyes close for a second.
My hands flex uselessly.
She feels it.
Her mouth curves.
“Oh, you hate not being able to grab me.”
“I didn't say that.”
“You didn't have to.”
She rolls her hips.
The vibration changes angle.
She gasps, and my head presses back into the table.
“Keep talking shit and see what happens when these come off.”
“Threatening the restrained guy. Classy.”
“You seem fine.”
“I am.”
That part surprises me less than it probably should.
Cami is on top of me.
Her cocky little smile is still hers. Her breathing is steady. Her body is warm around mine.
Micah and Ronan are doing exactly what we discussed.
Nothing here is happening to me.
I chose it.
There is a difference.
Ronan adjusts something at my leg, then looks up.
“Any numbness? Pulling?”
I glance down between Cami and me.
“My cock is inside my wife's pussy. I'm good.”
Cami snorts.
Micah's shoulders shake once.
Ronan just stares at me.
“That wasn't the question.”
“No numbness. No pulling. Everything's fine.”
“Thank you.”
Cami leans over me. “He's so bossy.”
“I've noticed.”
Ronan ignores both of us.
Once he's satisfied with my legs, he and Micah begin working on Cami.
She stays over me.
That's important.
Her weight shifts as they position her, but she never leaves my body.
When her legs are done—her lower legs strapped to my thighs in a way, we are now completely dependent on other people if either of us ever does want my cock to stop being inside of her—Ronan’s knuckles find her chin.
“Sweetheart, when we work on your arms, I want to make sure you find the perfect spot for that vibration on your clit.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“And you can come as many times as you want. You don’t need to wait for permission.”
Her breathing changes and he kisses her.
Then he nods at Micah, and they position her over the top of me.
Her hands find mine once they have her arms where they want them, and our fingers lace together.
The first time she tests her own range of motion, her body tightens around me.
I inhale sharply.
She looks down.
“Sorry.”
“You are absolutely not sorry.”
“No.”
She smiles.
Then her expression changes when Ronan moves into her line of sight.
“Still green for the configuration we discussed?”
Cami answers first.
“Green.”
He looks at me.
“Green.”
Dex answers from behind her.
“Green.”
Micah does too.
Ronan gives one short nod.
And then the room becomes very quiet.
Not silent.
Focused.
I can hear everybody breathing.
I can hear the faint buzz of the ring.
I can hear the small sound Cami makes every time she shifts enough for it to catch her.
Her fingers tighten around mine.
“You good?” she asks.
“So far.”
“You feel good?”
“Baby girl.”
“What?”
“You're sitting on my cock asking if I feel good.”
Her smile widens.
“Maybe I like hearing you say it.”
Fuck.
I test the restraint again without meaning to.
My biceps tense.
The straps don't move.
Cami watches my face when I stop pulling.
No worry.
Interest.
That's somehow hotter.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “I feel really fucking good.”
She kisses me.
Behind her, Dex steps closer.
I don't need to look directly at what he's doing.
I'd rather watch her.
His hands settle at her hips. “Green, Dollface?”
“Yes.”
The first thing I feel is Cami changing around me.
Her thighs tighten.
Her body goes tense for a breath.
Then softer.
Her lips part.
My cock feels every adjustment she makes around Dex.
“Fuck.” She squeezes my fingers.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” A shaky laugh leaves her. “Holy shit.”
Dex groans behind her.
I decide that's all the Dex commentary I need.
Micah moves in behind him.
From where I'm lying, I can see Dex's reaction and no actual contact.
His shoulders draw up.
His eyes close.
Then Micah's hand slides along his side, and Dex visibly eases into him.
That part doesn't look complicated at all.
It looks practiced.
Familiar.
Then Ronan moves behind Micah.
He doesn't touch him immediately.
Says something first.
Too quiet for me to catch.
Micah answers.
Ronan waits another beat.
Then Micah's breath leaves his body hard enough that his head dips.
Cami feels the movement behind her.
Her eyes come back to mine.
For a second, she looks almost stunned.
Then Ronan moves.
Micah moves with him.
Dex moves.
Cami moves over me.
And the motion reaches my body like a wave.
Not metaphorically.
Actually.
Pressure travels forward through all of them and drives Cami up and down on my cock.
My stomach tightens so hard it almost hurts. “Holy shit.”
Cami's pupils are blown wide.
Another movement travels through the line.
Her mouth drops open.
“They're all fucking me.” She sounds almost surprised by her own realization.
Something hot and possessive climbs straight up my spine.
My hands pull uselessly against the restraints when what I want is to grab her hips and hold her there.
“Yeah, baby.”
Her eyes lock onto mine.
“Your boyfriends are fucking you, and you're taking every fucking one of them.”
Her breath stutters.
Another hard movement from behind makes her body slide over mine.
The ring catches her.
She whimpers.
“But you're still my wife.”
Her entire expression changes.
Fuck.
The words don't mean instead of them.
They never have to mean that again.
My wife.
My baby girl.
Their girlfriend.
Ronan's submissive.
Micah's Princess.
Dex's Dollface.
None of it erases anything else.
I squeeze her fingers.
“My fucking wife, taking all of us.”
Her body clamps around me.
The orgasm hits her so suddenly her mouth opens without sound first.
Then she cries out.
Every contraction pulls at me.
Every buzz of the ring against her sends another little shudder through her body.
I watch her fight for breath.
“Good girl.”
Her forehead drops toward mine.
“That's it.”
Her fingers are tight around mine.
Ronan's voice comes from behind everyone. “Nobody waits for me. Take what you need. Climax when you want.”
Something changes immediately.
Until now, there has been a rhythm.
Controlled.
Measured.
I could feel where each movement started.
That falls apart.
Not the safety.
The restraint of it.
Dex drives harder into Cami.
Micah's breath turns rough.
Whatever Ronan does behind him makes Micah make a sound I've never heard before.
Cami's body jerks over me.
The vibrator catches her again.
“Oh, fuck—”
Her nails bite into my fingers.
“Griff—”
“I know, let it go, baby girl. We’ve got you.”
Another wave reaches her.
She comes again.
This one seems to surprise her more than the last.
Her face twists, eyes squeezed closed.
I want my hands on her so badly my shoulders strain against the restraints.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
There she is.
“You're doing so fucking good.”
“I can't—”
“You already are.”
Not you have to.