Page 94 of Thin Ice

He checks on Quinn and does what he did before, whispering something in her ear and waiting for her nod in response, then he helps her move until she’s lying with her head propped on the pillows so she can see me.

“What—”

Beck prowls toward me, cutting off my question with his lips. He guides me safely so we’re lying at the foot of the bed, legs unfolding as his massive body overtakes mine, his soft stomach and thickness overwhelming me in the best way possible.

He kisses me like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever have, tasting himself on my tongue and sharing Quinn’s heady taste and scent with me.

He pins my arms above my head when I try to wrap my fingers in his hair, kissing me harder and asserting his dominance through each stroke of his tongue. I’m not stupid; I know he’s taking back the control I took from him all those years ago, and I’m going to let him.

Beck pulls back from my mouth, biting my lower lip as he goes. “Keep your hands there,” he says.

I can only nod as he sucks and licks down my throat, over my chest, and to my nipples, biting each one until they’re forced into stiff peaks. He looks over at Quinn, and she smiles at us, her fingers working her clit slowly as she watches.

“You like what you see?” he asks her as he licks my abs, my body trembling under each drag of his tongue.

“Yes,” she replies, “keep going.”

The vibration of Beck’s laughter skitters over my skin.

“Your wish is my command,” he says.

He licks further down, playing with the V-line Quinn so lovingly teased earlier.

I grip my hands together above my head, yearning to touch him but desperate to please him. He continues to play, licking and sucking every muscle and line he can get to, teasing the area just above my cock, his breath tickling the oversensitive head.

My dick jumps every time he gets close, and just as I’m about to beg him, he finally fists my shaft, his hot mouth sealing over the crown. My hips buck, but he doesn’t do anything to hold me down. He takes all of me into his mouth like a cock-sucking pro, and I press my head back into the mattress, eyes rolling into my skull on a cry.

“Yes, Beck. Oh, fuck!”

He grunts the most obscene noises as he blows me, spit from his mouth dripping down onto my balls before he cups them, rolling them in his palm and squeezing them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. “I’m gonna come.”

Beck pops off my cock, stopping all his movements. I cry in frustration.

“Can he come, Quinn? I think he’s been a good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She moans, her voice on the edge of pleasure for the second time tonight. “So good.”

“You heard her: Come, Noah.” Beck wraps his hand around me again, pumping his fist faster until white appears behind my eyes. The second he seals his lips over the head and sucks, I’m a goner. I explode, my soul leaving my body and floating above the bed or maybe high up in the clouds.

My dick pulses, and I unload the evidence of my pleasure into Beck’s hot and willing hole. I don’t come back down until there’s shifting on the bed, but it’s not Beck, it’s Quinn. I sleepily observe as she takes Beck’s face in hers.

“Let me see it.”

At first, I don’t know what she means, but then Beck opens his mouth, and I see some of my cum still on his tongue. She looks over at me with a gleam in her eye before sealing her lips over his. He passes my spend to her willingly, and my softening cock jerks, more cum spurting from the oversensitive head.

“Fuck me,” I moan, throwing my arm over my eyes. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

The bed squeaks, and a second later, I’m tugged up until I’m settled between two warm bodies. Quinn’s breasts press into my front, and the heat of Beck is at my back. A kiss on my shoulder and one on my nose is all I remember before I fall into sleep.

Chapter thirty-one

Noah

“Ashcroft is going to be thinking about that one for a long time. He’s scored that goal hundreds of times in his life.”

I startle awake, hardly managing to keep myself from bolting upright. The only reason I don’t is because of the arm draped over my middle. Hair tickles my nose as I inhale, and the soft apple-and-rose scent mixed with the smell of sex tells me that it’s Quinn.