Page 24 of Clueless
ELEVEN
NOAH
It’s takesonly seconds to reposition Lauren between Sean and I. I’m laying flat on my back with her back to my chest. My cock is already nestled inside of Lauren—making my life hard enough as I fight tooth and nail to not come already—with Sean teasing his cock over her pussy.
He looks right at her. “Tell me you want this.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “I want this.”
I reassure her anyway. “We don’t have to, baby. We have all the time in the world. I know we jumped into the deep end, but if you don’t want to, then we don’t have to.”
Her words turn firm. “You want to own me? Prove it.”
I scoff out a laugh at the bratty attitude. My hands come up to grip her waist tightly, probably hard enough to leave bruises, as I lower my mouth to nip at her ear.
She shudders at the sensation, paired with Sean spreading her legs and staring directly at her pussy. His eyes are dark and hungry. “You told me a year ago that you couldn’t have kids. What did you mean by that?”
I pick my head up to look at him. “She never told you?”
Lauren laughs. “We didn’t get there yet.”
My eyes pinch. “But you…?”
Sean goes to open his mouth, but Lauren talks before he can try. “It was literally a glory hole at four in the morning. Logical thinking wasn’t present.” She turns her gaze back to him. “I had my tubes tied when I was twenty-one.”
His eyes fill with questions but he doesn’t press it.
Thank fuck.
So not the time.
Instead, he crawls up the bed and looks down at us both. Like a switch is flipped, his dominant personality overtakes his curious and gentle one. “Then we’re both going to breed this fucking pussy at the same time. Think you can handle that?”
She doesn’t even get a chance to nod her headbefore Sean is pressing against her, forcing his length into her pussy—right alongside me. My grip on Lauren’s waist goes even tighter at the sensation.
Lauren cries out. “Sean!”
Sean pauses. “You okay?”
Her head nod is fast and eager, even as her breath comes out in pants. “Don’t stop. Just so…full.”
Sean groans and raises his arm. At first, I think he’s going to swat one of mine away and grip her chest, but he does something else entirely. He wraps a hand around her throat and picks her head up from my shoulder, whispering. “No brain-dead praise-slut here. You look at Daddy when there are two cocks inside of you.”
Her mouth drops open at the words and sensation. And, of-fucking-course, Sean fucking spits inside of it, right as he bottoms out his entire length inside of her.
All of us pause, adjusting.
I breathe in deeply, trying not to lose it. With his full weight pressed against the both of us, I actually fucking whimper the words, “Sean. Move.”
He listens, slowly withdraws while keeping his focus entirely on her, his hand still on her throat, and thrusts right back in, analyzing every single reaction and emotion she could possibly have. Lauren cries out, her moan rough on her vocal cords, and I do the exact same.
The motions repeat more times than I can count as we all get adjusted. And as we do, I’m hit with a deep realization.
How I love Lauren.
How I love Sean.
How I never want to give this up.
