Page 158 of Quiet Obsession
“No, not yet,” Creed grits out when he feels me flutter around him. He pulls out, both hands snapping my thighs shut. “Calm down, Millie. Don’t come.”
Noah grazes my jaw, pulling out, his chest slick with sweat.
I want more. I believe Creed will only share me once... And I want to make the most of it.
“Sit there, Noah.” I point at the headboard, then check with Creed. “Can I?”
“You want to ride him?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He grits his teeth then pulls me in by the throat, closing my mouth with his, the kiss desperate and bruising.
“Go ahead,” he says, biting my lip. “Show him just how fucking perfect you are.”
He helps me sit up and gets out of bed while Noah grabs my thighs, pulling me into his lap, cock beneath me.
“Eyes here, Millie,” he demands. “You still doing okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay.”
Creed gives Noah a condom and I watch him open it with his teeth, then roll it on. I’ve been on birth control since the day after Creed took my virginity, but I guess Creed would never allow Noah to do this bareback.
“Relax,” he says, fisting himself at the base. “Creed’s right behind you, Millie.”
And he’s guiding me, both hands on my hips, helping me scoot forward. I gasp, Noah’s girth making this a completely different experience.
Creed holds me close, my back to his chest, his cock jutting against my ass cheeks, his arms wrapped possessively around my middle as I sink all the way down.
“Fuck,” Noah grits out, head hitting the backrest, fingers digging into my waist. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Millie Baby...” Creed breathes in my ear. “Whose are you?”
“Yours.”
“Even with another man’s cock inside you?”
I pinch my lips, pressing into his chest. “Always.”
“Good girl,” he unwraps one arm and skims his hand down my spine. “Ride him, baby.”
Noah guides me, hands grasping fistfuls of my flesh, but he doesn’t lift me like I expect, he drags me back, then forth, my clit hitting his pelvic bone.
I’ve never seen him look this feral. Muscles dance along his arms, the blue-green veins straining against his skin. The tattoos cinching his neck flex along with his jaw, eyes boring into mine, falling to my lips over and over again.
I can tell he wants to grab my hair and pull me in, devour my mouth, but Creed drew a line Noah won’t cross.
I moan, then gasp when Creed places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me against Noah’s chest, my cheek landing on his shoulder, lips ghosting the skin there.
And then I stiffen when Creed’s fingers circle the tight ring of muscles between my ass cheeks.
“Easy, baby,” he whispers, voice hoarse and loaded. “You’ll take me right here.”
“We’ve never—”
“We’ve never let another man into our bed, either. You want us both, and this is how it happens. Say yes.”
I swallow hard, my hips moving again, Noah’s cock dragging along my G-spot.
