Page 103 of Thin Ice

“You’re so close already.” I groan. “You like us working together?”

“Yes.” She moans. “Please—”

“You want another finger?”

“Yes!”

Noah’s tongue sweeps circles over her clit, and I insert another like she wants, four stretching her now. Quinn’s back arches, her hole stretched wide, greedy pussy trying to suck us further inside with each plunge.

My mouth rejoins Noah’s, and I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world. With each touch of Noah’s tongue against mine and the squelching sounds of us finger-fucking Quinn together, my dick is so hard I know I would come if I let myself. But I resist, saving my load for what I hope will come after this.

Quinn’s hands fly down to our heads, pushing us hard against her cunt and thrusting upward like she’s trying to ride our faces.

That’s it, pretty girl, use us, I think to myself, moving my fingers faster to encourage Noah to do the same.

He works with me easily, and I curl my fingers over his, Quinn’s reaction telling me I’m right where I want us to be.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there, right there. Don’t stop!” Her nails bite so hard into my scalp I know it will be sore tomorrow.

“Oh god, I think—yes!”

It takes one final suck to her clit and even pressure from our fingers on her G-spot to make her come. She squirts, warm liquid coating our hands. Quinn’s body shakes and convulses, the shouts of our names so loud I hope everyone can hear how we’ve made her feel. If she wasn’t holding our faces to her cunt, I have no doubt I’d see her head pressed into the pillows with her eyes rolling firmly into the back of her head.

Noah and I lazily pump our fingers and take turns lapping at her clit until she comes back to earth. She finally releases us from her hold so we can meet her hooded gaze.

“What the hell was that?” she asks hoarsely.

“Fuck, Sunshine.” Noah removes his fingers from her pussy, and I do the same, looking down at the delicious mess she’s made of herself and the bed. “You squirted.”

Her body shudders with aftershocks. “Seriously?”

Noah sucks his fingers clean, the sight erotic.

“Mm-hmm.” He strums her clit slowly, and she tries to snap her legs closed but knocks into both of our bodies.

Noah stops, and I chuckle, stroking her calf. Her skin is flushed and sweaty from her release.

“That was incredible. I want to make you do it again,” I muse.

“We’re going to need a new mattress if we do that again.” Her cheeks turn a bright red at her words.

“There’s a protector on every bed in here.”

“Oh?” Noah smirks. “Then I definitely think we should do that again.”

Quinn nibbles on her lip.

“What’s that look?” I ask.

“I’d be down, but I’m curious.” Quinn pushes up and sits against the headboard, trailing a finger down her clavicle and between her breasts to the front snap of her bra. She teases the fastener but doesn’t open it.

“About?” Noah asks.

“If I could do that on a cock instead.”

My dick jumps in my shorts at the idea, and by the needy noise Noah makes, I know his did as well.

“You can,” I say. “I have no doubt that I could have that slutty pussy making a mess on my dick in no time.”