Page 201 of Ex Somnis

Ridge hooks my thighs over his shoulders and drags his tongue up my slit in one slow stroke, making me gasp, my back arching hard off the bed. All thoughts about nervousness disappear.

“Fuck, Ridge.”

“Mm.” The vibration goes straight through me. He does it again, then seals his mouth over my clit and sucks. My hands fist the sheets. He’s relentless in that focused way he gets when he wants to wreck me, tongue circling, then flattening, then flicking fast while two fingers slide into me.

Paul’s hand smooths tentatively over my stomach, like he’s asking for permission with touch. “Darling?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please touch me.”

He leans in and kisses me first, before his hand moves higher, cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

When he breaks the kiss, I notice Nevan hesitating on my other side.

“You too.” I reach out toward him. “I want all of you.”

Nevan makes a low sound before lowering himself next to me, mouth finding my nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder when I moan.

Their hands are everywhere now. Paul’s are steady, Nevan’s almost reverent, both of them mapping me out by touch and tongue while Ridge works me open with his mouth and fingers. Every time I get close, he slows down, dragging it out until I’m shaking.

“Please, Ridge, I want your cock.”

Nevan curses beside me, and Paul’s grip on my breast turns a little rougher.

Ridge pulls back enough to look up at me, chin wet, eyes dark. “Greedy girl. We’re just getting started. Want to come on my tongue first?”

I nod frantically. He chuckles against me and dives back in, sucking my clit hard while his fingers curl and stroke.

“I’m enjoying the sight more than I should.” Paul kisses my temple, thumbs brushing my cheek. “You’re doing so well for us, darling. Falling apart so beautifully.”

Nevan nips my nipple, then soothes it with his tongue, sucking gently before grazing it with his teeth. “So fucking pretty when you’re like this,” he murmurs against my skin. “All flushed and needy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m lost in them. Ridge’s mouth is wet and greedy between my thighs, Paul’s voice low and praising in my ear, and Nevan’s hands and mouth worshiping my breasts.

Every nerve is lit up, and I’m gasping, rocking against Ridge’s face, chasing the pleasure while they hold me right there. I’m close, so close, but they are not quite letting me tip over.

“Please,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “Ridge, I’m so close.”

He hums against my clit, the vibration shooting through me, and curls his fingers harder. Paul’s hand slides down to pinch my nipple just right while Nevan sucks on the other one.

“You’re allowed to come, sweetheart,” Ridge murmurs against my clit. “But only if you stay with us. Stay right here.”

I can’t even form words to promise anything. My hips chase his mouth, a little uncoordinated and a lot desperate, and then I shatter, thighs clamping around Ridge’s head as a broken cry tears out of me. The orgasm rolls through me, and every pulse drags another helpless sound from my throat.

Ridge keeps licking me through every aftershock, until I’m shaking and oversensitive, whimpering and trying to twist away.

Why is there even oversensitivity in dreams? I think, then it’s gone.

Oh, that’s convenient.

He finally eases back with a soft kiss to my inner thigh, then kisses his way up my body, tasting me, until he reaches my lips. I kiss him greedily, tasting myself on his tongue, and he groans into it like he can’t get enough.

“I thought you said you wanted to share?” Paul asks Ridge, who reluctantly gets off me.

“Yeah, remind me why I said that?”