Page 155 of In Somnis

I drag the candy lower over the soft swell of her breast.

Her breath catches, and she grabs the counter.

“Shh. No thoughts in that pretty head,” I tell her softly, watching her face as I let the candy slide down her stomach, over her pelvis. “Just feel.”

The lollipop finds her clit, and she gasps, startled, her entire body tensing.

“Ridge.”

“I know.” I keep the pressure light, then tap softly. “I’ve got you.”

The little whimper she makes in answer goes straight to my dick like a fist. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud.

“Please,” she breathes out. Her hips roll against my hand. “Please, I need⁠—”

“I know what you need, sweetheart. Let me show you.”

I tease the lollipop around her entrance, dipping it inside her pussy. Her moan fills the entire dream, and she tilts her hips, arching into it like her body’s begging for more. My vision tunnels.

I work it slowly, in and out, causing her to make sounds that are doing irreversible damage to my ability to think in complete sentences.

“Such a pretty mess,” I say quietly, almost to myself. “Look at you.”

I pull the lollipop out, watching how she squirms, the slick shine of her coating the candy in the kitchen light. Then, without breaking eye contact, I bring it to my mouth and suck. The taste explodes on my tongue. Any trace of the sour lemon candy is gone, replaced with what I can only describe as sugary sweet Lennon.

Goddamn.

She watches me suck, eyes wide, and lets out this soft, helpless whimper again.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” I mutter against the candy.

Her hips jerk, chasing nothing now, just pure want.

“Oh, are we greedy? You have to learn how to share, Lennon.”

Nevan is still standing there a few feet away, wearing that blank, agreeable dream-character stare, and something territorial and ugly moves through me before I can stop it.

I lean down, close enough that my lips whisper against her jaw. “You like that? Or are you wishing I’d fill you up?”

She’s flushed, panting, and reaching for me, not him, even though he was inside her a few minutes ago, and I don’t know what to do with that except apparently turn it into a question.

“Tell me something.” I let the lollipop drag slowly across her inner thigh, watching her shiver. “Do you want his dick inside you right now?” I keep my voice easy, almost conversational, like the answer doesn’t matter. “The one that was buried in you when I walked in. Say it.”

She shakes her head then whimpers, the sound cracking in the middle.

“Words,” I almost growl out. “Use your words.”

Her lips part. “Yo-urs…” The word comes out broken, barely audible, but it hits me like a freight train. “I want… yours…”

Fuck.

I slide the lollipop back inside her slowly.

In. Out. In. Out.

“Ridge.”

“Lennon.”