Page 160 of Quiet Obsession
I’m sensitive and spent, balancing on the verge of overload.
“Fuck, so good, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
They move faster and I’m scooped up, pressed into Creed’s chest, his arm holding me firmly upright. The position change is slight but what it does for the angle of their cocks moving inside me is anything but. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, moans ricochet off the walls, and Creed turns my head, diving in for a kiss, his hips working faster.
“That’s it, that’s it, let go, Millie. Let go. Fucking come, baby. Show me how much you love this.”
I tremble between them. Noah’s hands glide up to my waist, Creed’s arm under my breasts, the other holding my hip. Noah’s lips on my breast, Creed’s on my neck.
It’s too much, it’s everything, it’s—
The orgasm washes over me. I don’t know if I’m moaning or making any sound at all, lost in the space between them, but I know I’m trembling.
They move faster, chasing their own orgasms while I splinter at the seams, basking in the erotic groans spilling from their lips. Their panted breaths and the telltale stutter of their hips as they lose their rhythm.
Noah comes first, his forehead dropping between my breasts, hips slamming up and holding, fingers gouging into my waist. Creed follows seconds later, thrusting into me, his come filling me in hot bursts.
I don’t know how he manages to hold me upright. I don’t know how I can think as I feel them both still pulsing inside me.
They swear under their breaths, holding on to me like I’m their only lifeline. I’m on the verge of blacking out, I’m so spent. My muscles are jelly and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between them, their hands clasping my flesh, I’d topple over and wake up next week.
Creed holds, buried deep, his lips on my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. Soft, reverent kisses that send more tremors through me.
“Perfect, baby,” he coos. “How are you doing?”
“I’m tired,” I admit, voice barely above a whisper, eyes so heavy I have no hope of opening them.
“You did great, Millie,” Noah whispers, kissing my collarbones. “Such a brave girl.” He lifts his head, hands on my hips. “Lay back, okay? Creed’s got you now.”
I let him lift me off him and Creed wraps me in his arms, maneuvering us onto our side. His cock slips out in the process, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers, turning me to face him.
He moves my head to rest on his shoulder, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of him in my nose.
He smells like his cologne, sweat, sex, and me.
Guiding my knee between his thighs, he pulls me into his chest, then moves my hand over his neck.
I feel the mattress dip as Noah gets up. I hear the rustleof his sweats as he tucks himself away, then his footsteps padding toward the bathroom.
My head’s swimming. I’m hot and spent, and Creed’s so careful, stroking his fingers up and down my back. A cool gust of air breaches the room when Noah closes the bathroom door behind him. I shudder, burrowing further into Creed.
“Cold,” I whisper.
He grabs the comforter, draping it over us, and inches away enough to look at my face. I peel my eyes open, meeting the abyss of his dark pupils. He skims his fingers over my cheek, tucks my hair over my ear, and stamps a kiss on my forehead.
“You look thoroughly fucked, baby,” he says. “I know you’re ready to fall asleep, but I need you to stay with me.”
“Mhmm.”
“I mean it, Millie. You need to drink and I need to clean you up and braid your hair.”
My heart swells three sizes. He knows I’ll wake up with tangles my brush can’t separate and I’ll curse everything and everyone. It happened before when he fucked me for an hour and I was too tired to sort my hair.
I’m too tired now to even lift my head.
“Okay. Thank you... that was amazing.”
