Page 202 of Ex Somnis

“Because I want all of you,” I helpfully offer, making him grin.

“Right. Your turn, Dr. Bennett.”

Paul’s gentle hands guide me onto my knees with that quiet authority that always makes my stomach flip. He settles behind me, one large palm smoothing down my back. “Still want us, darling?” he asks, thumb stroking my spine.

I nod, breathless. “Yes. Please.”

He slaps his cock against my pussy, once, twice, then he lines up and pushes in, stretching me open slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt.

I moan at the feeling, forehead dropping to the sheets. He feels perfect, thick, and oh so deep, and the way he stays there for a moment, letting me adjust, makes my chest ache with how much I love him.

“Fuck, Lennon,” Paul curses, almost reverent. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of how you feel.”

He pulls back slowly, then drives in again, harder this time, and the sound he makes, nothing like his usual controlled register, goes straight through me. His hand slides up my spine to fist gently into my hair, tilting my head back enough that I feel his breath against my ear.

“Mine,” he murmurs, hips snapping forward. “Even here, even shared. Still mine.”

I clench around him, and he groans my name like it’s being pulled out of him.

Nevan kneels in front of me, gently tilting my chin toward him. “Can I kiss you?”

I answer by leaning forward and pulling him into a deep kiss, but when it’s getting messy, Paul pulls me back by my throat so we’re both kneeling, and his fingers find my breasts again, squeezing.

Nevan’s big hands have somehow made their way onto my thighs. When I glance down, I see his blond hair in front of my pussy before Paul starts to move in long thrusts that rock me forward into Nevan’s mouth.

Holy-fucking-shit.

Ridge watches from the side for a moment, stroking himself lazily, that hungry, amused expression on his face. Then he leans in, sucking my other breast hard, tongue flicking over my nipple in time with Paul’s thrusts.

I’m surrounded by them. Paul’s deep strokes hitting that perfect spot inside me, Nevan’s mouth on my clit, and Ridge’s teeth grazing my nipple before he soothes it with his tongue. The pleasure builds again, overwhelming in the best way.

Paul’s lips are brushing my ear. “You feel so good, so perfect.”

“Stunning,” Ridge agrees, grabbing my chin gently and pulling me into a deep, messy kiss. I moan into his mouth, trembling, one hand buried in Nevan’s hair, pulling him tighter against me.

“Fuck, baby.” Nevan groans into my pussy.

I’m so close, right there, teetering on the edge again, every nerve singing.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Ridge murmurs against my lips, pulling back enough to leave me whimpering.

Then he moves with surprising strength, pushing Nevan onto his back. Ridge pulls me off Paul’s cock with gentle hands, guiding me to straddle Nevan’s hips. Paul makes a low sound of protest, but it’s fond, almost amused. He’s already repositioning himself in front of me before Ridge even has to ask, like he refuses to lose a single second of contact.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, more to himself than any of us, kneeling close enough that I can feel his heat.

Nevan’s cock is lying on his stomach, and Ridge wraps a hand around it, gives him two firm strokes that make Nevan hiss and buck up into his fist. “What the⁠—”

“Easy, baby boy,” Ridge chuckles, voice teasing as he lines me up. “Just preparing her seat.”

He guides me down onto Nevan’s cock, and I sink onto him slowly, moaning at the stretch.

Nevan’s hands clutch my thighs, and his eyes close at the feeling. “Lemon, fuck, you feel incredible. I⁠—”

“Don’t get excited,” I gasp out, but fuck, who am I to tell him that?

I’ve been on the verge of waking up since we started this.

Ridge moves behind me, straddling Nevan’s legs. His fingers glide down the crack of my ass, and I stiffen at the cool, wet feeling.