Page 91 of Thin Ice

“God, yes. Please,” he pleads. “I need it.”

My heart hammers in my chest, and my dick pulses at his whine and the way Quinn is watching us both with her own unfiltered desire.

“I’ll feed you my cock, needy boy.” I pat his ass. “But let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Chapter thirty

Noah

I’ve had more life-changing moments in the last half hour than I have in the last several years. I’ll never forget the way Quinn gripped my hair and told me what to do while Beck spanked my ass.

Nor will I forget the moment my wife suggested I suck another man’s cock or how amazing it felt to have the two of them working together to punish me before Quinn wiped away my tears, as if what occurred between the three of us was the most natural thing in the world.

“Kneel by the bed and wait,” Beck commands once we’re in the bedroom.

I drop to my knees easily. Between the sessions leading up to this, the sex Quinn and I had last night, and the current sting on my ass, the side of myself I’ve buried for so long that craves shutting my brain off and submitting has fully taken over.

A small part of me wants to fight and say that what’s happening is bad, that Quinn won’t like what she sees, but after what just happened—and given the way she’s looking at me as if she wants to eat me alive—I know that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Beck strips off his shirt, revealing his muscular yet soft body and the large phoenix tattoo on his bicep before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come here, Quinn,” he says, though his tone is far less commanding with her.

Quinn goes to him, stopping about a body width apart. He takes her by the hips and tugs until she falls into his lap. She yelps in surprise, but Beck holds her with such care that my heart aches—not from jealousy, but from happiness. I’m more at peace than I have been in years, and my aching cock weeps with the desire to see more of them together. I want Quinn to get every ounce of pleasure she deserves.

“Kiss me,” Beck says clearly. “Kiss me like I know your husband wants you to.”

Quinn looks over at me, and I do everything in my power to convey that Beck is right. That is what I want.

I see any hesitation she has melt away, and she shifts to take Beck’s lips against her own.

I’ve seen them kiss more than once now, but this one is different. It’s full of heat and words they can’t say. This is two people tasting each other, needing each other to breathe.

Beck holds the back of Quinn’s head, diving deeper into her mouth, consuming her like he’s consumed me. They moan loudly in lust, the sounds of their makeout session turning my nipples hard and causing my balls to ache.

Quinn shifts in his lap, similar to the Yab-Yum position we’ve been doing during exercises. She rocks her pussy over his cock, and Beck breaks their kiss, sucking down her neck. He spots me and smirks before he nips at her shoulder, pulling on her dress until the fabric is pooled around her waist and he’s unclasping her bra, throwing it to the ground.

Quinn gyrates on his lap, head thrown back as Beck buries his face between her breasts. He fucking motorboats her just as I would have done, forcing a delightful laugh from Quinn. The joyful sound is cut off a moment later by a keening moan, and while I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, I know he’s sucking her nipples.

“Yes, Beck! Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I love these fucking tits,” he mutters as he worships.

Quinn’s gyrations on his lap become quicker, her breaths shorter. It’s obvious to me that my wife is about to come.

Beck stops what he’s doing and holds her waist steady, preventing her from further movement. Quinn huffs, and he laughs, nipping at her lips. “Don’t pout, pretty girl. I thought you wanted to see your husband suck my cock.”

Fuck. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning.

“I do,” she says, though it comes out on a whine.

“But you want to come now?” he teases, licking her throat.

“Please.” She groans when he licks her again.

Beck finds my eyes over her shoulder, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “Both of you are needy little sluts, huh?”

My shoulders stiffen while I wait for Quinn’s reaction. I’ve never called her by any names other than hers, Sunshine, and recently, a good girl. I didn’t think she’d be into it, but once again, I’m proven wrong when she nods, molding her bare chest against Beck’s and rubbing on him like a cat in heat.