Chapter 31 #3
Why is there even oversensitivity in dreams? I think, then it’s gone.
Oh, that’s convenient.
He finally eases back with a soft kiss to my inner thigh, then kisses his way up my body, tasting me, until he reaches my lips. I kiss him greedily, tasting myself on his tongue, and he groans into it like he can’t get enough.
“I thought you said you wanted to share?” Paul asks Ridge, who reluctantly gets off me.
“Yeah, remind me why I said that?”
“Because I want all of you,” I helpfully offer, making him grin.
“Right. Your turn, Dr. Bennett.”
Paul’s gentle hands guide me onto my knees with that quiet authority that always makes my stomach flip. He settles behind me, one large palm smoothing down my back. “Still want us, darling?” he asks, thumb stroking my spine.
I nod, breathless. “Yes. Please.”
He slaps his cock against my pussy, once, twice, then he lines up and pushes in, stretching me open slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt.
I moan at the feeling, forehead dropping to the sheets. He feels perfect, thick, and oh so deep, and the way he stays there for a moment, letting me adjust, makes my chest ache with how much I love him.
“Fuck, Lennon,” Paul curses, almost reverent. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of how you feel.”
He pulls back slowly, then drives in again, harder this time, and the sound he makes, nothing like his usual controlled register, goes straight through me. His hand slides up my spine to fist gently into my hair, tilting my head back enough that I feel his breath against my ear.
“Mine,” he murmurs, hips snapping forward. “Even here, even shared. Still mine.”
I clench around him, and he groans my name like it’s being pulled out of him.
Nevan kneels in front of me, gently tilting my chin toward him. “Can I kiss you?”
I answer by leaning forward and pulling him into a deep kiss, but when it’s getting messy, Paul pulls me back by my throat so we’re both kneeling, and his fingers find my breasts again, squeezing.
Nevan’s big hands have somehow made their way onto my thighs. When I glance down, I see his blond hair in front of my pussy before Paul starts to move in long thrusts that rock me forward into Nevan’s mouth.
Holy-fucking-shit.
Ridge watches from the side for a moment, stroking himself lazily, that hungry, amused expression on his face. Then he leans in, sucking my other breast hard, tongue flicking over my nipple in time with Paul’s thrusts.
I’m surrounded by them. Paul’s deep strokes hitting that perfect spot inside me, Nevan’s mouth on my clit, and Ridge’s teeth grazing my nipple before he soothes it with his tongue. The pleasure builds again, overwhelming in the best way.
Paul’s lips are brushing my ear. “You feel so good, so perfect.”
“Stunning,” Ridge agrees, grabbing my chin gently and pulling me into a deep, messy kiss. I moan into his mouth, trembling, one hand buried in Nevan’s hair, pulling him tighter against me.
“Fuck, baby.” Nevan groans into my pussy.
I’m so close, right there, teetering on the edge again, every nerve singing.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Ridge murmurs against my lips, pulling back enough to leave me whimpering.
Then he moves with surprising strength, pushing Nevan onto his back.
Ridge pulls me off Paul’s cock with gentle hands, guiding me to straddle Nevan’s hips.
Paul makes a low sound of protest, but it’s fond, almost amused.
He’s already repositioning himself in front of me before Ridge even has to ask, like he refuses to lose a single second of contact.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, more to himself than any of us, kneeling close enough that I can feel his heat.
Nevan’s cock is lying on his stomach, and Ridge wraps a hand around it, gives him two firm strokes that make Nevan hiss and buck up into his fist. “What the—”
“Easy, baby boy,” Ridge chuckles, voice teasing as he lines me up. “Just preparing her seat.”
He guides me down onto Nevan’s cock, and I sink onto him slowly, moaning at the stretch.
Nevan’s hands clutch my thighs, and his eyes close at the feeling. “Lemon, fuck, you feel incredible. I—”
“Don’t get excited,” I gasp out, but fuck, who am I to tell him that?
I’ve been on the verge of waking up since we started this.
Ridge moves behind me, straddling Nevan’s legs. His fingers glide down the crack of my ass, and I stiffen at the cool, wet feeling.
“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…”
They work me between them, Ridge’s dirty praise and Paul’s sweet words tangling in my ears while Nevan falls apart beneath me. The pressure builds impossibly high, every thrust and touch pushing me closer and closer.
The second Nevan’s thumb finds my clit, I come hard, clenching around both Ridge and Nevan, a long, muffled moan vibrating around Paul’s cock. The orgasm rips through me and drags out as they keep moving, chasing their pleasure.
Nevan comes first with a strangled groan, hips jerking up into me. The moment he does, he’s gone, vanished from the dream like he woke up. The only thing left of him is his cum dripping out of me.
Ridge comes, too, burying himself deep in my ass with a low curse, and I can feel him pulsing hot inside me.
Paul’s hips stutter against my mouth, his grip tightening almost painfully in my hair, and when he pulls back at the last second, stroking himself hard and fast, his whole body goes rigid.
“Len-non.” My name breaks in half on his tongue as he comes across my tits and throat in thick stripes, groaning, and for one long second, he looks at me like I’m the only real thing left in the world, before he disappears too.
This would be funny if I weren’t so blissed out.
Ridge and I collapse together in a sweaty, tangled heap on the big white bed. His hand strokes slowly down my side, then he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asks quietly.
I nod, still catching my breath. “Yeah. And I can see that you’re the one who… yeah. Thank you for that.”
He pulls out of me gently, making me gasp, then lies down and pulls me onto his chest. I settle against him, listening to his heartbeat.
“You want this in waking life too?” he asks, voice careful. “Even if I…”
“Ridge.”
“Sorry.”
I kiss his chest, right over his heart. “Yes. If we manage to do what we want to do tomorrow, and come back from it.”
“Why wouldn’t we?”
I smile against his skin. “Then yes. I want that.”
“Good.” He kisses my forehead, holding me tighter. “Then it will happen.”
We practiced. We’re ready.
Tomorrow we’re going to get Tessa.
And maybe after, I can have the life of my dreams.