Page 52 of Thin Ice

He raises an eyebrow, and I realize he’s been waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t even registered. I look at his hands—one palm is cupping one of Quinn’s full breasts while the other slowly traces the vibrator along her inner thigh. Her dress has ridden up, revealing a sliver of white cotton panties, and her thighs tremble with barely contained need.

I look away as fast as I can, heat flooding my face. I expect anger from Noah or at least irritation, but when our eyes meet again, there’s only heat and a question burning in his eyes.

He likes that I’m watching him touch her and that she’s falling apart under his hands, still wanting more.

I’m not sure if this is him staking his claim or some private challenge he’s invented in his head, but I understand what he’s really asking now: Can I make my wife come while you watch?

It’s happened before during this exercise. Normally, I’d welcome it if the couple felt comfortable. But nothing about Noah and Quinn feels normal.

My stomach twists. I part my lips to end the session—to tell them they’ve already passed with flying colors—but Quinn’s soft, desperate whimper cuts me off.

“Please,” she breathes.

Noah kisses her neck the way she liked before, his hand massaging her breast. “You need me to keep going, wife?”

She nods.

“Too much build up?” he asks between kisses and light sucks on her skin. She doesn’t answer, and he chuckles. “My wife likes being edged,” he says. “I should have known.”

The buzzing of the vibrator changes to short pulses, and I’m drawn to where Noah’s hand is. It’s crept up to the crease of her thigh, and Quinn widens her legs in invitation.

“So needy,” he mutters, dragging the vibrator up to the top of her thigh and away from her pussy.

Quinn whines, and he ghosts it back down.

“You’re shaking,” he observes. “Do you want to come, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” she whispers, so quietly I can hardly hear it.

“You have an audience,” he reminds her.

That may have made others stop, but not Quinn. She pushes her legs against Noah’s so they’re wider, exposing more of her cotton-covered pussy, a wet spot visible in the center of the fabric.

Fuck me.

“Hmm, I didn’t think you’d be into that,” Noah admits, his other hand moving to cup her neglected breast. This time, he slips it under the cup, and Quinn moans so loud, I swear I almost come in my pants. It’s one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard—and I’ve heard a lot.

“Your body is so sensitive,” he says, “so responsive to me. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention before. It won’t happen again.” Noah kisses her hair and down her neck to her shoulder, a series of what I can only describe as promises to her.

My heart quickens, and the air in the room is thick with emotion. Quinn expels a long breath, and I wonder that, if we could see her eyes, there would be tears.

She doesn’t speak, and for a moment, I think she’s going to end the exercise, but that’s not what she does. Quinn brings one of her hands up and finds Noah’s face, tilting her head to the side. Noah doesn’t hesitate, landing a long and hard kiss on her lips. Quinn opens her mouth to give him access to more, but their kiss is cut off by her cry.

Noah’s hand has ventured beneath Quinn’s panties, the buzz of the vibrator nearly gone as he presses it to her weeping slit, his knuckles moving under the wet fabric.

Quinn throws her head back against Noah’s shoulder, and his eyes seek mine. I’m enraptured by the show they’re putting on, my mind a jumbled mess. I didn’t think this exercise would end up here, at least not in this way. Nor did I expect to be glued to my seat or that my cock would be throbbing with the need to be touched. Or that Noah would be looking at me with such voracious desire in his eyes.

No, not for me—for his wife, I remind myself.

I shift forward to stand, but Noah pins me with his stare and mouths, Stay.

My heart beats so loudly it pounds in my ears, and I debate his request. I have consent in this situation, too, and I don’t have to stay. But yet, I don’t get up.

Quinn huffs, and I look to find her cheeks are pink, chest heaving. She’s on the cusp of coming, but something is stopping her.

“Her breathing has changed,” I note.

Noah’s brow pinches, and he takes in his wife. Her lips are pursed, and while she’s not uncomfortable, it’s easy to read she’s frustrated.