Page 156 of Quiet Obsession
Noah’s already kneeling between my legs, hands starting at my ankles and moving up, eyes focused on the main event. He turns his head, dragging his parted lips along my skin.
The pressure of his fingers, being touched by someone who’s not Eli has my heart damn near bursting out of my chest.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m still half-convinced I’m dreaming, but the warmth of his hands, the heat of his mouth... it feels real. As does Creed’s breath ghosting the shell of my ear, his arm banded around my ribs, thumb stroking the underside of my breast.
My breath stutters when Noah’s tongue darts out, licking the crease of my thigh. I move my fingers from where I’m gouging my nails into Creed’s arm and pinch myself.
He chuckles, a dark, loaded sound, his lips dragging along my jaw. “It’s real, baby.”
Noah peers up, his big hands framing my pussy, his faceright thereand I see him inhale deeply.
He looks like he’s barely holding back.
“You think you’re dreaming, beautiful?” He smirks,satisfied. “I’m here, I promise. And I need to hear your consent. Are you sure you want this?”
I bite my lip, teeth sinking hard enough to sting. My pulse is all over the place, both of them so close it makes me dizzy and so wet I can feel my arousal dripping out of me.
I press my cheek to Creed’s, grounding myself in the familiarity of his touch. “Just this once,” I whisper, but even this low, my voice sounds wrecked.
“Just once,” Creed agrees. “Make her come, Noah.”
Noah doesn’t wait for more. He inhales through his mouth, kisses my inner thigh, spreads me with his thumbs, and licks from my entrance up to my clit.
“OhGod,” I whimper, shaking all over.
As if encouraged, Noah groans into me, the vibration elevating the pleasure his tongue inflicts, lapping and laving.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls, pushing his tongue inside me then dragging it up where his piercing flicks my clit.
“Addictive,” Creed whispers in my ear.
It feels so good, so different from Creed. I try hiding my face in his neck, but he catches my chin and tilts my head back so I’ll look down the length of my body.
“Eyes on him, baby. Watch.”
He kisses my temple and, once he’s certain I won’t look away, he grasps my throat, slowly applying more pressure. His free hand toys with my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple.
“You’re mine, Millie. So fucking pretty. Are you close?”
I nod, watching Noah glance up, his pupils blownwide. He moves a hand away from me and my blood heats when I realize he’s palming his cock...
No, no, he’sstroking, his arm moving in the telltale way.
This is, without a doubt, the most erotic experience of my life. My dreams don’t compare. Now, held flush against Creed’s chest, his breath rising and falling faster, body engulfing mine from behind while Noah toys with my clit... I’m in heaven.
I hope I don’t wake up in hell.
“You need a little more, don’t you, Millie?” Creed asks but doesn’t wait for a reply, barking instructions to Noah. “Use your fingers. She loves a little bit of pressure on her G-spot. Gets her every time.”
Noah’s hand leaves his cock, dragging up my leg, and one long finger breaches my entrance so slowly I cry out. He smirks against me, never once coming up for air as he eats me out like his life depends on my pleasure.
As soon as he curls his digit in acome heremotion, the orgasm floods my senses. I gasp and moan, my vision tunneling, hips grinding, almost riding Noah’s face.
“Don’t stop, Noah, make it last,” Creed instructs, his fingers cutting off my air supply and elevating the pleasure tenfold.
He holds me in place until I’m clawing at his wrist and he eases off.
