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“It’s okay,” he said. “I told you I’m fine with it. Don’t stop.”

I rolled my head back and forth, trying to shake the dream away. It began to work, the hazy edges of reality edging back in.

All of the sudden, my eyes opened, and I was really fucking Lane.

Trying to scramble away, apologies fell from my lips. I couldn’t believe I’d done this to him. These men meant everything to me. I wouldn’t want to be with them like this.

“Hey, stop,” Alton said, his lips pressing to my shoulder. “Lane’s okay. He wants this.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered brokenly, emotion crawling up my throat.

Lane reached for me, for my leg, side, whatever he could find. I released Alton to give Lane my hand. He clutched it tightly. “Ray, I love you. If I didn’t want you to do this, believe me whenI say I would have put a stop to it. I told you from the start, I thought it was hot and was all for it. Anything I can do to give you and Al pleasure, I will. And before you say it’s not only about you, you’re right. It’s about Al and me too. I want you to pound my ass, so for the love of all that is good, don’t stop.”

Before I could respond, I heard the cap on the lube opening.

“Can I fuck you?” Alton asked me.

I nodded, unable to form words. How could they be okay with this? Part of me understood. I wasn’t doing anything they didn’t consent to, but the other part didn’t want to do this to them when we were asleep.

“Stop thinking,” Lane urged. “Start moving. Your cock in my ass needs to be doing more work. I’m not playing. I will straddle Al and make him fuck me if you don’t.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” Alton said.

Lane chuckled. “Rain check. Ray isn’t going anywhere, are you?” He clenched around me again.

Fuck, there was no way I was leaving his heat, not when my dick was hard, and a finger found my hole to push in. I moaned, my head falling back onto Alton.

“That’s it, let go,” he murmured. “We’ve got you. All you have to do is move your hips and feel. Your body knows who you desire.”

I’d never done this with anyone before. Not once had I fucked someone while they were sleeping. Was Alton right? Did my body know more than my mind did? These men were made for me. Every part of them, from their gorgeous flesh to their beautiful souls, was mine.

Alton stretched me open, urging me forward so I was partially draped over Lane. Alton’s fingers left me, and his dick pressed there. The moment he breached me, my hips jerked forward, causing Lane to moan.

“That’s it,” Alton soothed. “We’re going to give you what you need. We always will.”

Why were tears burning my eyes? Why was this so fucking emotional?

“We love every part of you,” he continued. “There’s nothing you can say or do to drive us away. We’ll give you everything.”

A tear slid down my cheek. How were they so perfect?

I gave over to what Alton did, how he fucked me. My fingers dug into Lane’s hips so I could hold on and make sure he felt just as good as I did.

“Fuck yeah,” Lane gasped. “Just like that.” He shifted a bit in front of me, getting himself off. I should have been the one to do it, but I couldn’t get my hand to move or my mind to get on the same page. Everything checked out, so I could give myself over like Alton wanted.

This was a different experience than the other times we were together. I loved these men with my whole heart. I let them hold me, carry me through, do for me what I couldn’t for myself. They knew I needed this before I did. God, I didn’t think I’d ever fully be worthy of them, but I would strive each day to be the best I could be. They deserved nothing less.

“Yes, yes,” Lane panted, then shook, his orgasm taking hold.

“Come on, Ray,” Alton urged. He was fucking me steadily, his fingers tightening on my hip. “I want to feel you release. Pour your cum into Lane. Make him ours.”

I cried out on his next thrust and did the best I could, given my position, to piston into Lane until chills raced over my body and I finally spilled. My eyes squeezed closed as everything drifted away. There was nothing left but ecstasy as I didn’t worry about anything except feeling good. My men had me and they’d never let me go.

“Oh god, holy shit,” I heard from a distance as Alton fucked into me and stiffened. He kept going, kept wringing out hisorgasm before his body went lax and his forehead pressed to my spine. “If this is what happens when you dream, Lane and I are keeping you in the middle when we fall asleep. Goddamn, that was amazing.”

“You’re telling me,” Lane said. “Dream fuck me every night, Ray. I’m here for this.”

Groaning, I turned my head to bury my face in the pillow. “I can’t believe you liked that.”

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