Page 57 of Too Many Beds

“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 distancebetween 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.”

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