Page 29 of Too Many Beds

Oakley

Low moans stir me awake, along with a salty taste strong on my tongue. My eyes fly open and a taut stomach covered in tattoos is resting in front of my face, my lips wrapped around a thick cock. I back away, panic rising in my chest as I take in Ambrose’s and my naked bodies. Not again. His eyes remain closed and he stirs, his legs closing in on me.

His face moves from side to side and his lids flutter open. As I try to hurry off the bed, my arm is grabbed before my feet can hit the floor.

“Oakley?” Ambrose lifts his head, his eyes squinting.

“I must have stumbled in here by accident.” My voice is hoarse, my throat sore and throbbing. “Got lost in the middle of the night after going to the bathroom. I’m never fully with it in the middle of the night. Usually half asleep.”

His gaze runs over my body. “You go to the bathroom naked in a cabin full of strangers?”

“I told you I’m not very oriented at night and you’re not a stranger. Not even close.”

“You keep looking at me like I’m one. Well, most of the time. Whenever the same old familiarity does hit your eyes, I try to hold on to it for as long as I can.”

“Why?” My pulse races in my ears.

“Makes me feel like I’m back where I was two years ago.”

“Why would you want that?” My chest hollows when I remember sending him text after text with no answer.

His brows knit together. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve avoided me all this time, almost like you wished to be rid of me. I’m sorry my dad made you come back into my life.”

“I’m not.” He blinks up at me, stroking my arm.

“I don’t understand.”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about. I should have brought it up before instead of being a damn coward.” He holds my stare before looking down at his naked body. “Where did my clothes go?”

I swallow the dryness in my throat, unable to meet his eyes. “I think I took them off. I?—”

“Still do things in your sleep that you don’t remember?”

“Yeah.” I shut my eyes, my chest hurting every time I take a breath.

“It’s okay. Look at me.”

I shake my head, tears pouring from the corners of my clenching eyes. “I can’t, Ambrose. Not after what happened last time we were in this exact situation.”

“What if I say I don’t plan on running away again?”

“But what I did to you while you were sleeping?—”

“You were sleeping too.” He strokes my cheek the same way he used to and I open my eyes, finding no judgment in his. “You were asleep, right?”

“Yeah. It’s a condition I have. I make my roommate tie me to the bed during finals,” I say in between chuckles. “Stressful situations make it worse and it’s like my body acts for me. I have no control over it. I’m so sorry, Ambrose.” More tears heat my cheeks.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, princess. I’m the one who should apologize.”

“You were right to stay away from me. I’m not safe to be around when I sleep. I tried to block my door with a chair last night but apparently I underestimated myself. You guys can tie me up. Then you don’t have to worry about this happening again.”

“Shh.” His eyes soften and he drags me more onto him, my soft cock resting on his thigh. “I wasn’t right in anything I did. You can’t help what you do but I can. I did it anyway, and was too ashamed to face you afterward.”

“What?” My head spins in confusion.

“I’ve known for a while you had this problem. I tried to wake you the first few times, and then I just let you finish, pretending the next day nothing had happened. Then you saw me awake while you were in the middle of coming, and when you said you didn’t do it because you wanted me, I shut down. I realized right then and there I wanted you to want me.” He puffs out a breath. “I tried to move past my feelings for you by putting distance between us, but when it happened again, I watched. I watched, and ate your cum while I jerked off in the bathroom.”

Shell-shocked, all I can do is sit here. Words catch in my throat every time I try to speak, my breaths shortening.

“You see? I’m the one who fucked up, in more ways than one. You should be disappointed in me. I’m the bad guy here, not you. I was worried if I didn’t stay away for good, I’d do something worse.”

After everything he admitted to—holding back his feelings, lying to me, and doing something I should be appalled over—I can’t help but still view him as my safe place. My best friend. I doubt it makes sense to anyone else, even him, but Ambrose didn’t stay away because he hated me or was disgusted. He did it because he wanted to protect me from himself.

“I think after what I did to you only minutes ago while you were sleeping, I have no right to judge you, and it’s not like you took advantage of me. You only watched, right?”

“Well, yeah.” His forehead lifts. “I would never do that to you while you weren’t coherent. It was more obvious you weren’t those first few times when you had your eyes closed, slurring words. You looked more awake the second time, seeming so at peace. I didn’t want to disturb you, or make you feel embarrassed again.”

Smiling, I lean closer and stroke his hair back. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy, and I’ve always had feelings for you. Maybe my body subconsciously knew that more than I did.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” He looks toward the open door and back at me. “Wait. You didn’t sneak into bed with any of the other guys, did you?”

My teeth clench. I look back, and then at him. “I don’t know about Mitch, but something definitely happened with Vance while I was both asleep and awake.”

The tightness in my chest doesn’t lessen until he laughs. “Since you let it happen while you were lucid, I’m guessing you aren’t too beat up about whatever happened while you were sleeping.”

“I…” I bite my lip and my cheeks flush.

“Oh, baby. You really are perfect for us, aren’t you?” He traces the seam of my lips and I let out a whimper.

“Yeah, you are. If you really want us to tie you up, we can, but it’s all up to you whether or not you…” He pauses, sucking his teeth.

“Whether or not I…what?”

“Want to keep paying us visits at night,” he continues. “I certainly don’t mind. But before that happens, you’ll need to give us permission to interact back. No way I’ll be able to push you off my dick next time, and I won’t be able to stop from touching you either.” He pinches one of my nipples and I straddle his lap, sticking out my chest.

“I want that deal too,” Vance says entering the room, Mitch trickling in behind him.

“Me too.” The redhead strokes his beard, standing over me with a heated gaze.

“So, our little princess has a sleeping disorder? Who knew there even was one where you seem so awake while being super horny. I mean, you were begging for it.”

I lick my lips and struggle to stay still when Vance strokes my back. “It’s called sexsomnia. I sleep walk, jerk off, and engage in sexual acts with no recollection.”

“So you never wanted any of that last night then?” Mitch’s brow wrinkles.

“Oh, he definitely did.” Vance lowers his hand. “He was willing to whore himself out for me on the couch while we were watching the show, weren’t you, princess?”

Nearly breathless, I nod, pushing my ass against his hand as he strokes my hole.

“He still is. Him and this slutty little hole of his. I think it needs way more than our tongues and fingers today.”

“Is that true, little one?” Mitch’s chest rises and falls heavily.

“Yeah, I want all three of you. Ever since you showed up at my school. I want y’all to help me come while I’m sleeping too so I can wake up with my ass aching.”

“And filled with cum?” Ambrose grabs my chin, shoving his thumb between my lips. I suck it slowly into my mouth, rocking my erection into his. “We were all tested before messing around with each other, and none of us have done anything with anyone else outside this room. It’s an agreement we all have.”

“No one else is allowed to touch you either, princess.” Vance lightly brushes his nail over my pucker and I shudder.

“I…no one else. I’ve never had anyone inside me before.” How bad will it hurt?

All their eyes light up at that last statement.

“Do you know what happened in the living room last night?” Mitch asks, looking halfway hopeful.

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I shake my head

“Want us to give you a little preview?” Vance removes his finger from my ass and shoves it in his mouth, getting it sopping wet before shoving it back between my cheeks.

I jerk, breaths rushing out of me as he breaches my entrance. “Please.”

“Finish doing what you were doing to Ambrose earlier and we’ll show you.”

Salivating, I push my tongue out of my mouth and slide down his body. Vance keeps his finger where it is until he’s able to replace it with his tongue. He licks at my hole and I moan around Ambrose’s cock, dragging a groan from him when I lick around his crown.

“Fuck. You are definitely much prettier in the daylight. Look at you taking a cock and tongue at the same time. Ready for my mouth, little one?” Mitch steps closer, tugging off his clothes and I nod. My tongue stretches out, trying to taste every part of Ambrose’s silky skin it can, taking him further into my mouth.

“That feels so good, baby.” Ambrose strokes my hair.

He’s so gentle while Vance is so rough, digging his nails into my hips as he sucks and bites at my pucker. I feel like I’m being tugged everywhere at once when Mitch climbs onto the bed and laps at my tip. He tightens his fingers on my base, sliding up and down as he licks at the underside.

I tremble, my toes curling as I roll my hips, needing more of everything. More of Vance’s long, wet tongue snaking inside me. More of Mitch’s rough hand and warm mouth enveloping my dick. More of Ambrose’s cum on my tongue. Just fucking more.

I never thought I’d end up here, being pleasured and used all at once by three sexy bikers promising me the whole world. I don’t want to leave either. Not wanting to think about what will happen once we leave the cabin and I’m safely delivered to my dad, I let my thoughts fade away, giving in to the wonderful sensations crawling all over my skin.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Vance says. “I want this tight little hole squeezing my cock.”

I want that too. Squirming, I keep using my tongue and mouth on Ambrose until he pulls me off with a pop. “What do you say I get you stretched open for Vance? He’s bigger than all of us and you definitely can’t take him as you are.”

“Ye–ah. Get me open for him.” I look up at him, fucking in and out of Mitch’s mouth while Vance pours lube over my hole. I don’t ask where he got it but I’m assuming my bedroom or bag. I keep bottles everywhere so I can jerk off before I sleep, hoping it’ll keep me in my bed at night. I didn’t do that here because I thought I’d be safe in a separate room. I was very wrong but also glad. Would I be here otherwise? When I’m awake I’m not brave enough to admit how I feel about someone, but asleep me gives zero fucks.

Vance doesn’t stop driving me crazy with his mouth and Ambrose slips a finger inside me. He twists and curls it a few times before adding a second. Once he’s up to three, he slams his hand hard against my ass, scissoring me in between quick thrusts.

My moans turn to high pitched shrieks. I feel like I’m being shaken on the inside, my head more fuzzy the closer I get to coming undone. Ambrose removes his fingers just as I’m on the cusp of eruption and lines his fat head with my hole. Sliding in slowly, he bucks his hips, and it’s like something pops inside me when he pushes past my tight muscles. Halfway inside, he holds still while Mitch adds more suction to my tip. I fight against the exploding pleasure. I’m blinded the more it builds up inside me, the pressure overwhelming when Ambrose shoves himself all the way in.

Harsh breaths are forced from my lungs and my body stretches more around him, the ache decreasing with each thrust. He goes from slow to fast, switching between the two while fucking deeper. I’m spiraling out of control, feeling like I’ve been holding my breath for a long time when he switches places with Mitch.

“Fuck,” I shout. My insides are being completely rearranged, with Mitch squeezing his way into my tight channel. It’s like a fucking Coke can being stuffed into a straw. A throbbing pain crawls up inside me and mixes with the prickling heat rubbing under my skin. The discomfort lessens at the circling of Mitch’s hips. He takes his time, drilling in and out of me at a slow pace, gaining momentum when I start meeting his thrusts.

A finger slides in alongside his cock, and I don’t think it’s necessary until Vance is shoving him out of the way, arranging my whole insides when he fucks his way in, grinding his head against my sweet spot. My vision spins and my arms almost give out. Mitch and Ambrose go from kissing my cock and nipples to making out with each other. My boner bounces between my legs the harder Vance’s thighs make contact with my ass, and I feel like I’m being split in two. I’ve never had something so big inside me.

I’ve never had a cock in me before today and none of my toys were a match for any of these guys. I let out a sob, clenching my cheeks and feeling the pressure let up when Vance starts playing with my balls. “You’re doing so good, princess. Look at how good this hole is for us. It’s so hungry for cock, sucking us in easily after being rubbed the right way. Like a genie in a fucking bottle.”

Mitch snorts and starts singing the words to “Genie in a Bottle” by Christina Aguilera while he rubs my belly and lower back. Ambrose claims my lips with his, my tongue buzzing at each touch. His tongue is like a spark plug, zapping me with electricity.

“You ready to come for us?” Vance bucks his hips, hitting the magic button inside me on repeat.

I gasp out a breath as Ambrose separates his lips from mine, and I say, “Yes. Please. Want to come in your mouth.” My gaze meets Ambrose’s eyes and he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheek.

“Whatever princess wants. Ain’t that right, Vance?”

“Sure is.” Our sweaty bodies rub harder together, and I no longer feel like I’m on planet Earth with how weightless I am. Stars blink around me when Ambrose swallows down my cock, tugging at it with his tight throat, and I writhe between his mouth and Vance’s dick while Mitch shoves his tongue between my lips. Floating higher off the fucking bed, I come so hard I nearly pass out. I bury my face in the pillow and Vance steadies me in his large arms, filling me with his cum.

I’m not given much of a break before Vance and Ambrose set me on Mitch’s cock. He fucks up inside me, not taking very long to spill his seed. My hole feels so loose and takes Ambrose’s cock with no issues when he lays me on my back, slipping inside me. Lifting my legs, he strokes my cheek, smiling down at me. “Don’t think we’ll let you go after this, princess. Don’t think I’ll ever let you go.”

Animalistic sounds spill out of me and my hole pulsates around him, my dick dribbling with what’s left in me. Drained and groggy, my arms curl around my head. I smile up at the ceiling while Ambrose stuffs more cum inside me. Grunting, he chases his pleasure, using my ass to milk himself dry. When he pulls out of me, he shoves the spilling cum back in my ass, leaving as much inside me as he can.

Keeping my legs lifted, Ambrose moves out of the way for Vance to go to town on my ass with his tongue, slurping and sucking on my hole. He’s like a starved man working his way through a large buffet, humming between each swallow. He keeps diving back in for more until I’m nearly cleaned out, licking his lips as he backs away. Mitch grabs him by the hair, licking inside his mouth to get a taste of our essence. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I let myself drift off happily.

Large arms wrap around me from both sides and a blanket tugs over us, warming me up.

“This is what you need now, isn’t it, princess?”

“Mhm,” I say, somewhere between an awake and dreamlike state.

“Whatever princess needs, princess gets,” a deep voice whispers in my ear.

It doesn’t matter who says it, the words apply for all of them anyway. I can feel it in all their warmth and the sweet kisses peppering my skin.

I don’t want to run away anymore either. Not from who I am or the men who are willing to accept me for all of it. So I’ll lie here with them and be their little princess for as long as they let me.