Page 113 of Quiet Obsession
The room fills with the sound of her breathing, the mattress shifting beneath us, and the quiet, helpless noises she makes when I hit deeper. She clutches at my back, dragging her nails down my spine, her chest arching into mine.
“Look at you,” I grit out against her mouth. “Feels good?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes—”
I push into her harder and use my fingers as a necklace, cutting her breath off and forcing the air from her lungs. Her head falls back, mouth parting in a silent cry, face flushing red.
The added pressure pushes her over the edge, and within seconds her pussy spasms around me as the orgasm tears through her. She clings to me, legs locking around my waist, teeth closing over my shoulder.
That’s enough to drag me over the edge with her.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it.”
My grip tightens on her hip as I thrust once, twice, and then I’m there too, my forehead pressing into hers, guttural groans spilling from my lips.
For a moment, we stay still, her fingers tangled in my hair, mine bruising her hip. I don’t want to let her go. Her breath fans across my neck, her body warm and loose beneath me, and I stay inside her until our breathing returns to normal.
Only then do I pull out, and Millie inhales sharply at the loss, her thighs twitching, pussy oversensitive.
“What time is it?” she asks, still dazed, soft in the aftermath, her body stretched across my sheets.
“We’re supposed to be at Dash’s in ten minutes.” I roll out of bed, tuck my cock in, and head for the bathroom.
“I’m not coming to game night,” she says when I return with a warm, damp washcloth. “I’m tired.”
“Yeah? Stay here, then. Wait for me.”
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, shoulders tense, thighs snapping shut. “I don’t need that,” she clips, glaring at the cloth. “I’m not fragile, I—”
I grip her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks. “Shut up and spread your legs for me.”
She softens immediately and her legs open. Jesus, I should not have this much power over this girl.
“Good girl, baby,” I wipe the cum dripping out of her pussy,accidentallygrazing my fingers over her clit. “I fuck you, I fill you, I clean you.” I toss the cloth aside and kiss her lips.
“You need a shower,” she says, falling back against my sheets. “You smell like me. My brother will know.”
I drop my gaze before she can clock the way my facesours. For a second there, I forgot that while I’m hers, she’s not mine.
***
Before heading up to the sixth floor, I exit the building, lean back against the cold stone wall and pull out a pack of cigarettes. The lighter clicks, flame flaring briefly before the tip glows orange and my lungs fill with smoke.
Exhaling a thick cloud, I watch students rushing past in clusters, heads down, trying to make it wherever they’re headed without getting soaked. The rain’s not heavy, barely a drizzle, but the air feels damp, and everything’s fucking gray.
Save for my mood.
That’s not as dark as it should be, despite being a few minutes away from facing my best friend, who’s pushing the girl I’m crazy about into the arms of my other best friend.
I’d be worse for wear if I weren’t so high on Millie’s taste, the warmth of her body, those sweet sounds she made...
But I’d be lying if I said anger wasn’t swimming in my veins, and it lashes through me that much more potently when Noah rounds the corner.
His jaw tightens and shoulders tense when he spots me.
Looks like we’re both fuckingthrilledto be spending the evening together.
Rain darkens his hair until it clings to his forehead. Hedoesn’t lose his temper easily. I can always count on his composure but judging by his narrowed eyes and his fingers flexing in and out of tight fists, he’s pissed.
