Page 235 of Ex Somnis

“You’re asking now?”

“Humor me.”

“Yes, Ridge.” I roll my hips again. “Yes, I love sitting on your cock.”

“Then ride me, sweetheart,” he growls out. “Show me how much you love my dick.”

I do, rolling my hips, bracing my hands on his wheelchair’s armrests.

Nevan drops to his knees in front of us, and the next thing I know, his tongue finds my clit, licking where Ridge stretches me, occasionally dragging over Ridge’s cock ring too.

Ridge hisses in pleasure, making me thrust down harder.

“Fuck, isn’t your baby boy a good boy, Lenny?” Ridge praises, voice rough against my ear. “Look at him. Licking you so sweetly while you’re still full of Paul’s cum. You’re dripping everywhere, sweetheart… so fucking messy for us.”

“Fuck.” Paul groans from somewhere beside me, but I can’t even chance a look because at the same time, one of Ridge’s hands slides from my hip up to my breast, kneading it, thumb circling my nipple before pinching hard enough to spark pleasure pain.

The combination of Ridge’s cock stretching me, Nevan’s eager mouth, and Paul’s cursing sends me spiraling again. My thighs start shaking, my pussy clenching around Ridge as the orgasm crashes through me.

Ridge groans deep in his chest before he sinks his teeth into the curve of my shoulder as he comes, pulsing hot inside me, filling me even more. The bite is possessive, like he needs to leave a mark to remind himself I’m real.

Nevan doesn’t stop licking me through it, whimpering needily against my oversensitive flesh when I thread my fingers into his messy blond hair and tug lightly.

“Good boy,” I pant out. “Such a good boy for me.”

Nevan’s gray eyes light up like I’ve handed him the moon, and it makes my heart ache with love even as my body still trembles.

“Sounds like the good boy deserves to come in that perfect pussy, too, don’t you think?” Ridge kisses the bite mark he left, then taps my hip. “Off.”

“Yes?” Nevan asks, and I nod.

Because I’m still panting, unable to form words when Nevan already stands eagerly. He pulls me up and off Ridge before spinning me so my back hits his broad chest. Strong arms slide under my thighs, and I’m completely held up, legs spread wide as he sinks into me in one long, smooth thrust.

“Lemon,” he whimpers against my ear, and then fucks me like that, standing, hips rolling up into me with every thrust, even though he’s more or less moving my body up and down his cock.

“Love you, love this. You feel so good, so warm and full of us.”

“Nevan,” I moan out, gripping his forearms so hard that my nails will probably leave marks.

He walks me the few steps back to the counter, still buried inside me, then bends me over it. My breasts press against the cool marble again as he grips my ass cheeks and pulls them apart, so he can watch better how his cock slides in and out of me.

He fucks me harder now, hips slapping against my ass, the wet sound of Paul’s and Ridge’s cum mixing with my arousal filling the kitchen.

“So pretty,” he gasps out. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere, baby. That’s so fucking hot.”

I’m oversensitive, dazed, floating in that hazy space between too much and not enough, when my pelvis is once more pressed against the counter. Nevan hits every perfect spot with deep thrusts, and soon enough, another smaller orgasm ripples through me, softer but no less intense, my walls contracting around him as I grip the edge of the counter and moan his name.

Nevan buries himself to the hilt with a sweet, wrecked sound, hips stuttering and pressing even deeper, his cock twitching inside me.

He stays there, nuzzling his face up and down my spine, murmuring I love you’s into my skin, while I’m lying there, trying to catch my breath.

Only when Nevan’s breathing evens out does he carefully ease out. I feel it immediately, the warm rush of all three of them leaking down my thighs, dripping onto the kitchen floor, but I stay bent over the counter, boneless and heart so full it almost hurts.

Paul turns me gently before pulling me to my feet and wrapping me in a soft blanket he’d grabbed from the couch. Then Nevan scoops me back into his arms and carries me toward Ridge’s room. Ridge wheels alongside us, one hand resting lightly on my ankle, while Paul moves ahead to open the door.

Nevan lays me carefully on the bed before helping Ridge settle in behind me. Once Ridge is comfortable, Nevan stretches out across the foot of the bed, wrapping his arms around my legs as if he can’t bear to let go. Paul climbs in last, settling against the headboard close enough to comb his fingers through my hair.

The only sounds are slow breathing, the old house settling around us, and Pudding snoring somewhere in the hallway.