Page 76 of Ex Somnis

“You like that?” I growl out as I pound into her. “Like having all of us on you at once? Paul playing with these perfect tits while Nevan works your greedy clit, and I fuck this pussy as if it owes me?”

She’s shaking, whimpering, completely overwhelmed. Her body is at war with itself, unsure which sensation to give in to, twitching between all the hands, arching into Paul’s touch, grinding against Nevan’s fingers, and pushing back onto my dick like she can’t get enough.

“Tell me,” I demand, letting Paul’s hand pinch her nipple hard while Nevan’s fingers work her clit faster. “Tell me you like having all our hands on you, sweetheart. All three of us touching what’s ours.”

“Yes, God, yes…” she sobs out, voice breaking beautifully. “I like it. I love it, please…”

“That’s my greedy girl.”

I’m losing the edges of the dream. The room flickers, and my control is fraying at the seams because she feels too good, too real, and too much.

“Come for us,” I snarl against her ear. “Come all over my dick while we’re all touching you. Now.”

Nevan pinches her clit hard while Paul twists and tugs her nipples, and I squeeze her throat.

She shatters.

Her pussy clamps down on my dick like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as she comes with a broken scream. The orgasm rips through her so hard her whole body convulses, soaking me, her thighs shaking violently.

The sensation yanks me over the edge right with her.

“F-fuck… Lenny.”

I bury myself deep and come hard, hips stuttering as I spill inside her, pulse after pulse, groaning her name like a curse and a prayer.

The dream fractures at the edges with colors bleeding and walls shimmering, but I hold on through the white-hot pleasure, fucking her through every aftershock until we’re both panting.

As soon as I catch my breath, I let the extra arms dissolve.

At first, the dream feels almost too quiet without them. Then I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down with me as I fall sideways onto the bed. I tuck her back against my chest, spooning her tight, my nose buried in the side of her neck. I’m still buried inside her, dick softening in the warm, wet clutch of her pussy, but I don’t pull out yet. I breathe her in—lemon, sex, and her.

Since when the fuck do I love cuddling?

We stay like that, chests rising and falling together, until something jagged in my ribcage slowly settles back into something like its regular shape. My hands are still shaking against her stomach.

I don’t mention it.

What’s weirder is that even with my dick still wet and nestled inside her, my brain keeps circling back to Paul and Nevan, both of them losing their minds at her bedside right now. I have no idea why they’re in my head at a moment like this, but they are.

I pull out slowly, savoring how she moans and shudders at the loss. A smug little smile tugs at my mouth before I can stop it. Then I turn her onto her back and lean over her, kissing her pretty face, temples, cheeks, and the beauty mark beside her mouth.

Unable to get enough, I drag my lips down to her breast, pull her nipple into my mouth, and suck gently. She arches with a soft, broken sound that shoots straight down my spine.

I kiss her mouth again with all the feelings I haven’t admitted to either her or myself yet.

“I could stay here all night,” I murmur against her lips. “Fuck it. I could stay here longer than that.”

She makes a small sound of agreement that’s extremely distracting.

“But I guess we have to wake up.” I pull back enough to look at her. “Paul and the Shaw boy are losing their minds as much as I was. They should know you’re back. We’re all at Paul’s house. He brought your body there too.”

Her eyes widen. “You guys moved my body?”

“Yeah.”

She frowns. “How?”

“Wake up first. I’ll explain everything after.”