Page 107 of Thin Ice

Quinn

Beck stalks toward me like a man starved, shedding his clothes and fisting his fat cock. Noah kneels in his submissive pose, dick hard and leaking as he observes us with the same hunger.

Similar to how he had my husband’s face in his grasp a moment ago, Beck grabs my chin. “Eyes here,” he demands.

My pussy is already so wet, but it gets wetter, my sensitive clit developing its own pulse.

“It’s you and me right now, got it?”

I nod in his grasp, and the next second, he’s kissing me, his naked body molding to mine before lowering us down to the mattress. The weight of him on top of me is so different from Noah’s. Our softness blends together, but his taller height and different body type consumes me in a way my husband can’t. It’s like I’m being crushed yet protected at the same time, and I feel small and very much at his mercy.

I surrender to his kiss, and the dominance I felt before gives way to something new. It’s not submission—it’s what I felt in the gym during our first kiss. We move together, perfectly in sync, neither of us leading, neither of us willing to give ground. His mouth claims mine just as much as I claim his, our tongues sliding, tangling, learning each other in a slow, deliberate rhythm that builds until breathing feels impossible.

Beck extracts his lips from mine and kisses down my neck, hands gripping my tits and squeezing them so hard I moan in pleasure and pain.

“You have the most incredible body,” he mutters as he sucks the skin of my clavicle. “And you taste so sweet.”

He loosens his grip and finds the front clasp of my bra, undoing it with ease. He throws the garment away like it offends him. His lips attach to one nipple and suck so hard I gasp and arch my chest into him, my hand flying up to clutch the long hair that’s come loose from his half ponytail.

Beck teases my breast with expert precision. He pays attention to the way I gasp and moan and how hard I pin his mouth to my chest, giving me more or less pressure before I even need to ask. When the nipple in his mouth becomes too sensitive, he switches to the other, giving it the same glorious adoration. By the time he’s done with his assault, I’m so wet between my thighs, it’s like I came again, and my entire body is on fire.

I tug him by the hair and kiss his puffy mouth, thrusting my hips upward so my pussy grinds against his hard cock. He chuckles against my lips, one of his hands holding my hip to stop me from doing it again.

“You need my cock inside you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I whine, not even embarrassed about how I sound.

“I need it, too.”

I hold him by the nape of his neck, staring into brown eyes so dark with arousal that they look like two endless galaxies.

Beck wedges a hand between us, strumming my clit and rolling it gently between his two fingers until I’m mewling.

“Look at your husband, and tell him who your pussy belongs to.”

A jolt of crude pleasure zips through me, and I find Noah’s eyes. Sweat has broken out on his brow, and his freckled skin is pink with exertion. He’s panting hard, muscles clenched to hold the crystal plug Beck worked into his ass and bent thighs trembling.

He’s stunning and beautiful in his complete submission—something I never thought I’d want. But looking at him now, the corner of his lip acknowledging me in a twitch of a strained smile, another puzzle piece snaps into place that I didn’t even know was missing.

“Tell him,” Beck murmurs against my skin. “Don’t be shy.”

“My pussy belongs to Beck.”

“That’s right.” He licks my neck. “Tell him who’s about to fuck you.”

“Beck is about to fuck me.”

He hums and sucks my pulse, his hand leaving my clit to line his dick up at my entrance. He turns his head to look at Noah. “Pay attention to how it’s done.”

Beck punches his hips forward, sheathing his cock inside me in one swift plunge. My body sings, hands grappling for purchase on his back. “Shit!” I cry. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“So good,” he moans against my neck. “Such a tight and perfect cunt.”

My nails dig into his skin, and my legs have instinctively wrapped around his waist to hold him close.

Beck doesn’t attempt to move, letting me adjust to the shocking size of him. He peppers kisses across my skin until his face hovers over mine so our breaths mingle.

“Bigger than you’re used to, pretty girl?” He says it loud enough so Noah can hear.