Page 234 of Ex Somnis

“Not yet.” He laughs, voice rough with affection. He lifts me off Ridge’s lap as if I were a stuffed toy, and I whine at the loss of Ridge’s fingers inside me, but Nevan softly chuckles and bends me over the kitchen island. My breasts press against the cool marble, the sudden chill pulling a gasp from me as my ass instinctively lifts.

Nevan’s big hand comes down in a firm, warm smack on my ass. The sting blooms when he lets his hand glide over my back and rounds the island, tall enough that with the lowered counter, I’m perfectly eye-level with his cock.

Apparently, they stripped while Ridge had his fingers buried in me, and I hadn’t even noticed.

Paul’s hands are on my ass now, kneading the flesh with reverent pressure, before he lets go, but only to slide his cock through my slit teasingly, coating himself in the mess Nevan’s mouth and Ridge’s fingers left behind without pushing inside yet.

“Ready, darling?” Paul asks softly, but I can hear the hunger trembling underneath it.

I nod frantically, pushing back against him. “Please.”

He doesn’t make me wait. Paul pushes in and stretches me open in one long glide until he’s buried to the hilt. The fullness punches a broken, keening sound out of me. He stays there for a moment, letting me adjust, one hand stroking soothingly down my back.

Nevan cradles my face gently with one hand. I look up at him just when he lets the head of his cock glide over my lips in question. I open for him eagerly, taking him deep, sucking with messy enthusiasm while Paul starts fucking me in steady, perfect thrusts that hit exactly where I need him.

“God, look at her,” Ridge says from his chair. “Taking two cocks so well. Greedy, perfect girl. You love being used like this by us, don’t you?”

I moan loudly around Nevan, the vibration making him whimper. Paul’s hand keeps stroking my back, soothing even as his hips drive deeper. “So good for us, darling,” he praises. “Feel how perfectly you squeeze me. Like you were made for this… for us.”

Nevan’s hips move in shallow thrusts, eyes fixed on my mouth stretched around him. “Fuck, your lips, baby. So good.”

Paul fucks me harder, hips snapping with perfect control, driving right into that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The force pushes Nevan’s cock even deeper down my throat, and I gag softly around him, eyes watering, but I don’t pull away. I lean into it, swallowing around the thick length as saliva and pre-cum slick my chin.

“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot,” Ridge rasps from his chair.

I can’t turn to look at him. I’m pinned perfectly between them, with Nevan’s hand gentle but firm in my hair, and Paul’s cock stretching me open with every deep thrust. Paul grabs both my arms and pulls them behind my back, holding my wrists in one large hand so he can use the leverage to drive even deeper. The new angle presses my pelvis hard against the edge of the counter, rubbing my clit with every movement. Pleasure coils impossibly tight in my core.

I clench hard around Paul, shaking.

“Fuck,” he curses, slamming deep one last time as he comes with a guttural groan. He spills deep inside me in hot pulses I feel with every beat of my heart.

Nevan pulls slowly out of my mouth with a wet pop, breathing hard, thumb brushing tenderly over my swollen lower lip, but Paul stays buried for a long moment, forehead pressed to my shoulder, kissing the skin there with soft, reverent presses of his lips.

“So good, darling,” he whispers against me.

Only then does he ease out. His cum drips warmly down my inner thigh, and the possessive little sound Ridge makes at the sight sends another full-body shiver through me.

“Bring her here,” Ridge orders, voice rough with need.

Nevan’s strong arms slide under me, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, carrying me the few steps to Ridge, who has already stripped out of his pants, cock half hard and flushed against his thigh. Nevan grabs one of the travel lube packets Ridge keeps literally everywhere, along with a cock ring, squeezing a generous amount of cool lube over Ridge’s length, making him hiss at the temperature.

I kiss the hiss off his lips, letting my tongue slide in deeply while my hand wraps around his slick cock, stroking him firmly, how he likes it. He groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me as his hands find my breasts, kneading them, then his thumbs brush my nipples before pinching hard enough to make me moan against his tongue.

When he’s fully hard and throbbing in my fist, I lean back, only for Nevan to slide the cock ring down over Ridge’s cock.

“What the…” Ridge starts, eyes narrowing.

“Relax,” Nevan deadpans. “Just preparing her seat.”

I almost laugh, but the sound dies in a shaky moan as Nevan grips my hips again, turns me around, lifts me off the floor, and lowers me slowly onto Ridge’s lap with my back to Ridge’s chest. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, then stretches me open as I sink onto him inch by inch.

A broken moan falls from my lips as Ridge grips my hips hard, black nails digging into my flesh with that perfect bite of possession. His forehead drops to my shoulder blade as I settle fully onto him, taking every inch.

“F-fuck,” he breathes out against my damp skin. “So warm, so fucking tight.”

“Ridge,” I moan out.

“Comfortable?”