Page 154 of Quiet Obsession
“You’re being a bad fucking girl, baby,” Creed whispers, curling his fingers. “Making a mess all over my fingers while wondering what his would feel like.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he warns. “Iknowyou. I’ve seen you look, that little curiosity painting your pretty face. You’re wondering, aren’t you? Tell me, baby... in that dream, was it just me?”
I pinch my lips, eyes falling shut, shame and arousal mixing inside my chest. It’s always Creed. And always Noah. They’realwaystouching me, kissing me, worshipping my body in tandem.
Creed pulls his fingers out and the loss has my eyessnapping open, meeting the dark abyss of his pupils.
“Answer the question.”
“Eli,please, I—”
“Answer the fucking question.” He teases my entrance, making my pussy spasm around his fingers.
Is this real? My eyes swing to Noah, lip between my teeth. He hasn’t said a word, but his face is set in want and a flash of my dream clouds my vision...
His mouth on my breasts, Creed behind me, touching, kissing,allowing. He catches my face, fingers digging into my cheeks until my lips pucker.
“I don’t share, baby. You’re mine but...” His fingers fuck me faster and just when I’m about to topple over the edge I’ve been staring at for what feels like hours, he pulls them out, denial in pure form. “He can watch while I ruin you. You want that?”
I whimper, the orgasm fading away.
“Words, Millie. Do you want Noah to watch?”
I look between them, hot, sticky, the overwhelming need to come driving me insane. “Please.”
“Good girl.” He maneuvers us until his back hits the armrest, both feet coming up onto the couch,
He drags me between his thighs and I’m flush against his chest. Peeling my panties off, he leaves them around my knees, clearly drenched, my pussy bare for Noah’s perusal.
I hide my face in Creed’s chest, eyes shut tight, legs shaking.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Creed says darkly, fingers splayingme open, brushing through the slickness. “Too much?”
I swallow hard, every fiber of my body incandescent.
Is it too much?
If I could be completely honest, I’d say it’s not enough.
“No,” I whisper, hands grasping his arms, nails digging into his tattoos. “Don’t stop, please, I need—”
“I know.” He pushes two fingers back inside me, his thumb brushing my clit. “Eyes on him while you come forme.”
Noah inhales a sharp breath, the first sound he’s made since this started. His gaze is locked between my legs and fuck... he looks absolutely feral. He palms his cock, squeezing the hard length through his sweats and takes a long swig of his beer.
Creed drags his mouth along my jaw, curling his fingers inside me, and I arch back, chasing his hand. I’m so close, so close I can taste it. My moans fill the room, interrupted only by Creed’s low grunts as he kisses the side of my face.
“Whose are you, baby?” he asks, nipping my earlobe, his hot breath skittering down my neck.
“Yours.” I tilt my head, so he’ll kiss my throat.
“That’s right, mine.”
He rolls my clit under his thumb in small circles, and that’s all it takes. A few shallow thrusts of his fingers, a few well-timed brushes of my clit and my back bows, eyes closing, lips parting as the orgasm washes through me, so potent my toes curl and thighs cramp. It feels like I’ve been edged for hours.
“There it is,” Creed rasps. “You’re drenched, Millie.”
