Page 157 of Quiet Obsession
“Good girl,” he whispers, his cock twitching beneath me. “So fucking pretty when you come.”
Noah doesn’t stop until I go slack against Creed, myeyes blurry, body clammy, covered in a mist of sweat. He presses the softest kiss to my abdomen, rises to his feet, his cock tucked back into his sweats, hard and standing at attention as if he’s not wearing boxer shorts beneath.
My lips part to speak, but before I can, Creed grabs me under my arms and maneuvers me to straddle him again, his lips catching mine. He kisses me deeply and gets up.
“I’ll give you anything, baby, but this...” He lies me on the bed, climbing over me. “This you only get once.”
He fumbles with his sweats, pulling them down until his hard cock springs free.
“I need to know where you draw the line,” he says. “Because, as fucking jealous as I am, seeing you curl into me while Noah made you come was a turn on like no other.”
“Kiss me,” I plead, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He dips his head, taking my mouth while he palms his cock, the tip jutting against my entrance. He bottoms out inside me in one hard, punishing thrust and drinks the moan from my lips.
Noah comes closer, stroking himself through his sweats like he’s worried I’ll bolt if he pulls his cock out.
“You want Noah to fuck that pretty little mouth?” Creed asks, dark eyes roving my face. “And that pretty little pussy?”
“I love you,” I whisper, or whimper, because he pulls back and fucks himself into me hard and fast.
“I love you more, but that wasn’t my question. Do you want usboth,Millie?”
I glance at Noah, standing right beside me, everymuscle in his body taut, dark hair spilling over his forehead, lips parted as he watches Creed fuck me.
“Yes, I want you both.”
He drops his lips to my breast and sucks hard, then bites even harder. I go rigid beneath him, pleasure mixing with pain while he soothes the sting with a lick when tears spring to my eyes. His thrusts slow, and he buries his cock inside me.
“Okay. You get us both tonight, but you’remine.” He glances at Noah. “Don’t gag her. She doesn’t like that.”
I almost disagree but don’t. Creed gags me every time I’m on my knees. I don’t mind, but maybe it’s something he wants to keep for himself.
Noah gives him a firm nod, pulling his waistband down and I bite my lip when he fists his cock, the crown red, leaking precum, the vein underneath pulsing.
He’s not as long as Creed, but he’s thicker...
“Open, Millie,” he says, his cock brushing my lower lip. “Hand on my thigh. Squeeze if it’s too much.”
I nod, part my lips, and moan when Noah pushes in and his taste coats my tongue. Different than Creed’s, more salty, less heady, but equally pleasant.
I’ve done this a handful of times. Creed loves fisting my hair and fucking my mouth, and I love the feral look in his eyes as he watches me swallow every inch. I love the power I hold even when he dictates the pace. I love thatImake him fall apart.
Creed groans, eyes jumping between his cock pushinginto me and my lips wrapped around his best friend.
“Good girl, baby. Don’t make him come unless you’re finished for tonight.”
I take more of Noah, gliding my lips halfway down his cock, and his hips stutter forward another inch before pulling back. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, holding it away from my face and they move in tandem.
“Fuck, that mouth,” Noah grunts, fingers grazing my jaw. “Are you always such a good girl or—”
“Always,” Creed cuts in. “Fucking perfect.”
Noah grasps my hair harder, pushing his cock down my throat, eyes on my face. He pulls back when my eyes widen a second before my gag reflex kicks in, and he uses that as his guide, fucking into my mouth.
Creed toys with my clit while he rocks into me, eyes darting between my face and my pussy. He palms my ass, spreads my thighs, then grasps my waist like he’s not sure where to touch me. It feels amazing but nothing can compare to the erotic symphony my moans and their heavy breaths create.
It sends me hurtling toward orgasm.
