Page 382 of End Game

Both of their cocks are in my hands, as I stroke them.

With Ronan on the bed watching me.

So far he hasn’t let me or Micah take him in our mouths, but he sure does like watching me do it to Griffin.

This time he gets to watch me take both of them.

I’ve done this with Micah and Dex, but this is different. Dex’s humor isn’t here to break the intensity.

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.