Page 93 of Thin Ice

“Do it—”

His muted command is cut off when Quinn finally seats herself completely on his face. I can hardly hear Beck’s stifled moan as his hands grip her hips to keep her in position and Quinn brings one palm up to knead her breast.

It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness: my wife riding my ex’s face, his toes curling as she undulates her sturdy hips back and forth. With every second that passes, she gets more confident, leaning back on her haunches and using both of her hands to play with her tits.

Beck’s sucking sounds become louder, and with the change in position, I can see some of his beard between her plump sex, his jaw working as he pleases her.

“Noah,” Quinn pants. “Get up here.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I stand up, ignoring the bite in my knees as blood flow returns to the joints. The soft bed is wonderful beneath my aching body, my ass still smarting from Beck’s spanking.

“Suck his cock, baby. I need to see it.”

Beck’s legs fall open for me, and I crawl between them, my cock dragging against the comforter and sending sparks up my spine. I ignore how much I want to touch myself and get in position between Beck’s massive tree trunks.

This close, I get peeks of Beck’s tongue every time Quinn shifts back over his face. His beard is soaked, and my wife is so turned on, her skin is soft pink like her hair and her thighs shine from her arousal.

Quinn tugs on my hair so I look at her. Her eyes convey a myriad of emotions: lust, need, happiness, pleasure.

“Don’t make him wait.” She pushes my head toward Beck’s crotch, and that action alone almost makes me come. I smile to myself and inhale the heady masculine scent of him.

Mouth watering, my lips part, and I take his heavy dick in one hand, the heat of it near burning. With my other arm braced against his thigh for support, I pull back his velvety skin and seal my lips over the ruddy leaking head.

Beck bucks upward at the contact, but I was prepared. My fist around his length prevents me from getting more of him in my mouth than I’m ready for.

The salt of his pre-cum hits my tongue. I moan around him, lowering my hand so the skin moves with the motion, providing me more of his smooth crown beneath. I flick my tongue over the head and lick the slit, stealing more of his taste.

“Wow.” Quinn exhales shakily. I hold Beck’s dick and grin at her, appreciating her trembling body while Beck continues to eat her out.

“Take more of him, baby.” She pushes my head back down until my lips hover over Beck’s cock. “I want to see you choke on him.”

Goddamn. Could my wife get any hotter?

I open and flatten my tongue like I trained myself to do so many years ago and breathe through my nose, moving so my ass is up and my forearms are pressed into the creases of Beck’s hips. My mouth stretches to accommodate his girth, and the salt and heat of him are so fucking good. I groan in pleasure, the thick vein of his shaft pulsing as I swallow him down, inch by inch, until that beautiful broad crown hits the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks.

Beck’s cock spasms in my mouth, and his hips buck up so strongly, I can’t pin him down. The punch to the back of my throat forces a gag. I pull up to inhale but immediately go back down. Now that I’ve felt him in my mouth again, I crave more.

I suck his tip and find his balls with one hand, rolling them the way I remember he likes. His hips move upward again, but this time, I’m prepared. He slides into my mouth, and I move down, going further, challenging myself to take every inch until my nose is pressed against his warm skin. I fight my instinct to move back, deriving pleasure in the bite of pain from the lack of oxygen and the way his dick pulses in my mouth.

I suck him good and don’t come up until my hair is yanked and I’m being forced from his shaft. I gasp for air as if I’d just come up from a long, deep dive in the ocean.

Spit trails from my lips to his cock, and my eyes water from my hard work. Quinn’s moaning cries are what bring me back to my senses. Her body has tipped forward, breasts swaying in front of my face while one hand grips my hair like her life depends on it.

“I’m gonna come!” she cries. “Make him come, baby. Make Beck come with me.”

I fist Beck’s cock and push back the skin, deciding to do the trick I always did to make him come. I squeeze his cock and use my tongue to lick just under the sensitive head, flicking it repeatedly in small motions. His balls draw up, and the muscles of his low belly and glutes tense. I seal my lips fully over the head, sucking and pumping him.

His hips shoot up, and a smack that must have been Beck’s hand on Quinn’s ass resounds. My wife lets out a cry that ignites shivers up my spine, and a split second later, the salty taste of Beck’s cum fills my mouth.

He throbs in my hold as I milk him, greedy for every last drop he’ll give me. Quinn shakes violently with her release, perfect body shuddering, her hand still tugging on my hair for purchase.

“Noah,” she pants.

I pop off Beck’s cock, and she tugs my mouth to meet hers for a kiss. There’s still some cum on my tongue, and a bit has leaked to my lips. She laps at it, moaning at the flavor as her body shakes from her orgasm. My cock aches with the need to come and the desire to fall into completion alongside them.

Quinn breaks from the kiss on a strained cry.

“Enough!” She rolls off Beck and falls back on the bed, chest heaving and pussy pink and puffy. I expect Beck to lay there and catch his breath, but he sits up, hair wild and face soaked with Quinn’s release. I sit back on my haunches, cock angry and sensitive, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.