Page 159 of Quiet Obsession
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’ll be careful,” he promises, and I feel something coldand wet drip down the curve of my ass.
Creed gathers it with one finger and circles my back entrance again, slowly working me open. I shudder when he slips in past the first knuckle.
Noah tightens his grip on my hips. “Shh, it’s okay, relax. You’ll fucking love feeling him there.”
“Feeling us both inside you,” Creed tuts, working his finger deeper, then out, in and out.
With his free hand, he grasps my throat and pulls me back, turning my head to kiss me.
I’m overwhelmed, flowing in and out of here and now, bombarded by sensations. Noah’s cock doesn’t hit as deep as Creed’s, but it stretches me further and my abdomen cramps, pleasure spiking on every thrust.
It’s amplified by Creed’s finger and... the second one joins, preparing the snug space to accommodate his cock.
We’re all breathless, panting, the air filled with the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. Noah’s lips and teeth latch onto my breasts, then my collarbones, then my shoulder. Creed holds me by the throat, my back arching, hips gliding over Noah’s, the orgasm building. And when Creed rests his forehead against the back of my head, squeezes my neck harder, and adds a third finger, I come with a cry.
Fresh tears spring to my eyes, the pleasure so intense my thighs cramp and I have no hope of controlling my body or the sounds I make. Creed closes my lips with his, drinking the moans, his hand moving to my face, thumb wiping away the few stray tears spilling hot down my cheeks.
“Fuck, that was a powerful one,” Noah tuts, holding me still, cock buried deep inside. “You’re stunning when you come, Millie.” He takes my face in his hands. “You still with us?”
I nod, swallowing hard, a blissful smile curling my lips. “Yes, I’m just sensitive.”
“One more, okay?” Creed tuts, dragging his lips up my spine as he eases his fingers out before his cock’s there, cold, wet with lube. “Easy, Millie, deep breath.”
Noah stares straight into my eyes when I inhale and Creed slips in, both arms snaking around my ribs, my boobs resting over his muscular, inked forearm.
“Fuck...fuck,” he grunts, pushing in inch by inch. “Goddamn it, so fucking tight, baby,” Creed mutters,
“You feel that?” Noah asks, stroking his thumb along my cheek. “Feel how full you are?”
I whimper, lips pinched. My eyes roll back into my head, my ears ring, and I’m shaking between them, the remnants of my orgasm racking through me.
Adrenaline spikes in my system when Creed bottoms out, letting out a low grunt.
“There you go. You’re fucking perfect, Millie. So good for us.” He pushes me into Noah’s chest. “You don’t have to do anything, just take it. We’ll take care of you.”
Noah cradles my head against his neck and I feel him move his legs to gain leverage. I’m blindsided by sensations, so full, so stretched... Creed pulls out first, and when he thrusts in, Noah pulls back, then fucks up into me whenCreed retreats.
“Oh God,” I whine, mellow between them. “Eli—”
“I’m here, baby. Shh, you’re doing great. Focus for me, okay? I want you to come for us.”
He makes me so warm, his words, his tone, the way his hands and lips worship my body make me feel so safe.
I’ve always felt safe with him.
He never gave me a reason to worry, no matter how intense he gets when we fuck—and he gets intense. Right now, even though he’s sharing me with his friend, making a fantasy I’ve dreamed about for months come true, he’s the one grounding me. Holding me together, soothing my mind even though I know exactly how possessive and territorial he is about me.
I fall in love with him more, knowing he’ll always give me what I want, that he’ll be my pillar in any situation.
The pressure builds, they move inside me, one in, one out, and the rhythm is divine. Noah’s cock drags over my G-spot, Creed’s cock punches something else entirely at the back, the moment they’re both inside creating the most delicious fullness.
I feel like I’m floating, like I’m weightless, cocooned in the heat of their bodies, worshipped, held, adored by two men I care about. They’re not soft or gentle, but they’re careful not to hurt me, my pleasure their only goal.
It’s... it’s magical.
My ears ring, my eyes are closed, and I’m reduced to sensations and their grunts, growls, and praise. I barely hearthem, their voices blurring, blending as they bring me closer and closer to a spectacular release.
