Page 151 of Thin Ice

“You, too, baby,” I reply. “You look so good bouncing on a fat cock. Such a good little slut for us.”

Beck thrusts his hips up at the same time Noah comes down. Noah’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his hard cock slapping against Beck’s soft stomach.

“Fuck!” Noah cries.

“It’s time, pretty girl,” Beck commands. “Let’s take him together.”

Beck

Ever since Quinn and I purchased the purple dildo strapped around her generous hips, I’ve dreamt of all the ways we’d fuck Noah together with it. But with everything I imagined, nothing is as good as the real thing.

I shift down so I’m lying flat on the bed, bringing Noah with me. The man who is so strong on the ice, commands attention, and helps lead his team to victory after victory is pliant in my arms, and I cherish it.

I stroke my hand down his spine, and he lifts his head to meet my gaze. We’ve had sex so many times now, but I don’t know why this feels different. Maybe because hockey season is over, and he’s done so much work on his mindset that it’s hard to believe he’s the same man. He’s gentler on himself, a better teammate, and he’s even gone completely no contact with his dad, holding firm that if his father can’t accept him for himself and who he loves, then he doesn’t deserve to be in his life.

Not only has he accepted himself and learned to not care what others think about him, but he’s also gotten so much better at understanding he can never be perfect—which makes him perfect for me and Quinn. He’s the man I met when we were sixteen, but now, he’s unafraid to live out loud and proud. He’s everything I’d hoped for and more, just like Quinn is.

I brush a drop of sweat from his brow. “Are you ready to be split in two?”

“I’m ready.”

“If it’s too much, you stop us.”

“Yes, Beck.” He smiles sweetly. “But it won’t be. Now please, I need you both.”

I find Quinn’s gaze. Her skin is flushed, nipples hard and pert from my attention. I know that beneath the strap-on contraption, her pussy is wet, and I have no doubt her inner walls are clamping down around the small dildo inside her. Just like Noah, she’s changed a lot, too, but in ways that make her more her. She’s learned to speak out for what she wants, to take charge, and I know both Noah and I will do anything she asks of us.

“It’s all you, pretty girl. You lead.”

I hold Noah to me, the scent of his shampoo and sweat tickling my nose. His ass grips my cock, and I stifle a groan. He feels so good and so tight, but he’s about to get tighter.

Quinn presses the tip of her purple cock right above mine. I encourage Noah to breathe and relax, and when he does, she slips in.

“Fuck!” Noah groans. “Oh my god.”

“I’m not even halfway.” Quinn pauses her movements to tease. Fuck, I love her.

“Keep going, please,” Noah pleads.

I nod at her, and she thrusts forward. It’s hard to describe the sensation. It’s slippery from the lube, and the cock we chose has veins like a real one. It’s not as pliable as a real cock, though, and the pressure is more intense.

I grunt and grip Noah tighter, determined not to come. Noah’s dick leaks against my stomach, and I know he’s doing everything he can not to come, too.

“I’m almost in,” Quinn says, her hips slowly moving forward, her cock gliding against mine until she bottoms out.

“Jesus,” I bite my lip.

“I feel like—” Noah bites my pec, but I don’t care. The sting of pain makes my cock jerk inside him.

“Like what, baby?” Quinn asks, wiggling her hips.

“So full—fuck!”

“Tell me when to move,” she requests.

Noah and I both breathe together, but it isn’t long before he’s asking her to fuck him—more like begging.

She pulls back slowly, and when she thrusts in, I swear I see stars. Noah curses, and Quinn moans, no doubt really feeling that dildo inside her and the press of the contraption against her clit.