Chapter 13 #2
I work her harder, tongue flat and broad, then pointed and fast, fingers pumping deep, curling on every stroke.
Wet sounds fill the room as her hips start rolling against my face, chasing my mouth, chasing my fingers, and I groan into her because she’s so fucking beautiful like this, all naked, desperate, and mine.
“God, Ridge, I’m… please…”
“Come on my fingers.” I suck her clit hard, tongue flicking mercilessly while I thrust my fingers faster, curling, rubbing, demanding. “Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
Her whole body seizes, followed by a broken cry tearing out of her as she comes, pulsing and soaking my fingers and chin.
Her thighs shake violently around my ears, her hands fisting my hair as though she’ll never let go.
I keep working her through it, easing my tongue but not stopping, drawing every last shudder and whimper out of her until she’s trembling and gasping my name like a prayer.
When her thighs finally loosen, I press one last, slow lick through her slit, tasting her release, then slip my fingers out. I crawl up her body, trailing wet kisses over her stomach, the underside of her breast, her throat, until I’m braced over her.
Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted.
Fucking beautiful.
I bring my glistening fingers to her mouth and trace her lower lip. “Open.”
She immediately does and sucks my fingers clean with a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my dick. Her tongue curls around them, and I swear under my breath.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whisper hoarsely, then lean down and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “And we’re not even close to done.”
I give her exactly two seconds to catch her breath before I’m moving again.
I stand and grab her by the waist, pulling her up with me. She’s still trembling, but I don’t let her settle. I turn her around fast, bending her over the edge of the bed until that perfect, round ass is up and presented for me like an offering.
Fuck.
I stand there behind her, palm flat between her shoulder blades, watching her back rise and fall while she waits, hips shifting like she can’t help it, like being looked at is its own kind of torment.
“Stay like that,” I tell her roughly. “Don’t move.”
She goes still, obedient and shaking, and I let her hold that position one breath longer than either of us wants, to feel her want.
Then my clothes dissolve before I even think it, and I’m so hard it aches, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks and slide it through her soaked slit in one long, slow drag.
The wet heat of her pussy against me nearly whites me out.
“Shit,” I hiss out through my teeth.
She pushes back against me with a needy little sound, and I can’t help but slap her ass. “You think you deserve my dick after how you left me?” Another slow slide through her wet heat, teasing her entrance. “After how you fucking sacrificed yourself?”
“I wanted to—”
“Nuh-uh.” I cut her off with another hard slap, watching how her ass jiggles and flushes pink. “You can tell me everything after I’ve made this perfect-fucking-pussy mine.”
I line up and push inside her in one brutal thrust.
Holy fucking shit.
She’s tight, hot, soaking, and the feeling of her squeezing around me is so intense my vision flickers.
Her dreamscape wavers at the edges. For one terrifying second, I feel the pull of waking life trying to yank me out.
I go completely still inside her, buried to the hilt, breathing hard through my nose.
Stay. Do not fucking wake up right now, Ridge.
I haven’t been this close to losing control in a dream in years.
I lean down over her back and bite her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp, immediately soothing it with my tongue. My hand slides up to wrap around her throat, tilting her head back so my chin rests on top of her head while I stay buried deep.
My other hand slips between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, messy circles.
“Ridge, fuck!”
“Yeah?” I growl against her ear, nibbling the shell before biting down. “You feel that? You feel how deep I am?”
I start moving in slow, punishing thrusts that rock her whole body against the bed.
“Do you think this is real?” Thrust. “How dare you leave me alone in this?” Thrust. “I was losing my fucking mind, sweetheart. Every. Single. Night.”
She moans louder, pushing back to meet me. I ease off her, my hand releasing her throat to slap her ass again, harder, the sound cracking through the room. She yelps, clenching around my dick so tight I almost black out again.
I rub the sting away tenderly, then slap her again on the other cheek.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” I growl, fucking her harder now, fingers working her clit again. “Needed me to remind this greedy little pussy who it belongs to. You walk into 5D without me and think I won’t punish you for it?”
“Ridge, please.”
Her plea has me reaching for her again, this time tightening my grip on her throat just enough, pulling her back against my chest as I drive into her, needing to feel all of her.
“I was going fucking crazy,” I rasp against her ear, voice breaking with everything I couldn’t say for seven days. “Not knowing if you were okay. Not being able to reach you. And you just… fuck.”
I slip my hand from between her legs and slap her ass again, then rub it soothingly, over and over, making punishment and care tangle together until I can’t tell which is which anymore.
Her dreamscape flickers again, but I hold my emotions together by sheer force of will and the feel of her around me.
“I’m not the only one who was worried sick, you know that?” I growl against her ear, tightening my grip on her throat.
She gasps, clenching around me.
“Paul…” thrust “… or your little baby boy…” thrust “… they’re both at your bedside right now, sitting there, watching over your body while you’re in here playing hero.”
I slam into her harder, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the dreamscape.
“They should be here with me,” I rasp. “Fucking you one after the other. Making sure this greedy little pussy gets thoroughly punished for scaring the shit out of all of us.”
Her breath catches, her whole body going tight around me at the idea alone.
“Ridge…” She doesn’t finish it, but she doesn’t have to. I feel the answer in the way she clenches around me, needy and unmistakable.
“Yeah?” I ask anyway, because I want her to say it. “You want them here too?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, so quiet I almost lose it under the sound of our bodies. “Please.”
The dream bends to my will or rather hers.
Two more sets of arms grow right under mine—Paul’s steady ones and Nevan’s rough ones—hovering for half a second before they settle on her body as if they belong there.
Paul’s hands cup her heavy breasts from below, massaging them firmly, thumbs circling and pinching her nipples until she cries out.
Nevan’s hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts.
My hand stays wrapped around her throat while the other fists in her hair, yanking her head back so I can bite the side of her neck.
Lennon quakes.
“Fuck, Ridge… oh my God!”
“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.