Page 203 of Ex Somnis

“What?”

“Lube,” Ridge provides helpfully.

I shiver hard at the touch. “How?”

“It’s a dream, sweetheart. It won’t hurt. Let me fuck your ass. I really want to take that if you’ll let me.”

I nod, pushing back against him, because honestly?

Fuck yes.

I’ve never tried that before, but when in Rome?

I shiver hard as one slick finger circles my entrance, teasing, pressing lightly. He takes his time, rubbing slow circles until I’m pushing back against him, needy and impatient.

“Easy,” he murmurs, pressing the tip of his finger inside. “Just breathe for me.”

He works me open patiently. One finger sliding deeper, curling gently, then two, scissoring and stretching me while Nevan stays buried inside my pussy, holding perfectly still. The dual sensation is overwhelming in the best way. Every slow thrust of Ridge’s fingers makes me moan and clench around Nevan.

“Fuck, Ridge!”

“That’s it,” he praises, voice rough. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re going to feel incredible around my cock.”

When he finally pulls his fingers out, I whimper at the loss. Then I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against me.

“Still good?” he asks, one hand stroking my back.

“Yes. Please.”

He pushes in slowly, inch by careful inch, stretching me open around him while Nevan’s cock fills my pussy. The fullness is overwhelming. It’s too much, perfect, and impossibly good. I moan brokenly, forehead dropping to Nevan’s chest.

“Well, fuck,” Paul breathes out in front of me, sounding as wrecked as I feel.

Ridge and Nevan start moving, finding a rhythm that has me gasping, rocking between them, my hands on Nevan’s chest and abs, my nails digging into his skin for grip.

“Paul…” I whimper, looking up.

Then he’s right there, licking a slow line up my throat before kissing me deeply, tongue sliding against mine like he’s memorizing the taste of my moans. “You can’t possibly take more, darling,” he murmurs against my lips, but he sounds as if he’s hoping I’ll prove him wrong.

I open my mouth and hang my tongue out.

His eyes go molten. “This is… fuck.”

“Look at that, sweetheart,” Ridge pants out behind me. “You made the articulate one of us dumbfounded.”

Nevan groans beneath me, hips stuttering. “Shit, guys, I don’t think I can hold⁠—”

Ridge slaps his thigh lightly. “Pull it together. I’m not done yet. Lennon isn’t, so you aren’t either. Fuck her like the stamina champ you are.”

I almost laugh, but then Paul grabs my hair in a loose ponytail and guides my mouth to his cock, still shiny from me. I take him eagerly, lips stretching around him as he slides in with a low groan.

Every man I love is moving inside me, and it feels so real—the heat, the stretch, the wet sounds, and the way they all groan and praise me in their own ways.

“That’s it,” Ridge growls out, thrusting deep into my ass. “Taking to us like you were made for it. Look at you, so greedy, so fucking full, and still wanting more.”

Paul’s voice is softer, almost reverent, as he strokes my hair and fucks my mouth gently. “So good for us, darling. You feel incredible. So warm and perfect.”

Nevan is trembling under me, hands gripping my hips hard, moaning brokenly. “Lemon, fuck, I…”