Chapter 47 #2
His eyes bore into mine, which roll back as Creed massages my clit, and I’m already slick again, waiting for more. He starts moving us again, but Noah’s not happy about something, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Millie,” he presses. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, use the safe word.”
“Good girl,” Creed says, his feet landing on the floor.
My panties fall to my ankles, and I wiggle my feet until they’re gone. Creed grabs my thighs, moving my legs over his and spreads his knees, baring me open.
I’m half lying over his chest, his strong arm banded around my waist, the other firmly gripping my hip.
“Noah here has a reputation,” he says in my ear. “Rumor has it, his tongue is fucking magic. Must be the piercing.”
Noah’s already kneeling between my legs, hands starting at my ankles and moving up, eyes focused on the main event. He turns his head, dragging his parted lips along my skin.
The pressure of his fingers, being touched by someone who’s not Eli has my heart damn near bursting out of my chest.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m still half-convinced I’m dreaming, but the warmth of his hands, the heat of his mouth... it feels real. As does Creed’s breath ghosting the shell of my ear, his arm banded around my ribs, thumb stroking the underside of my breast.
My breath stutters when Noah’s tongue darts out, licking the crease of my thigh. I move my fingers from where I’m gouging my nails into Creed’s arm and pinch myself.
He chuckles, a dark, loaded sound, his lips dragging along my jaw. “It’s real, baby.”
Noah peers up, his big hands framing my pussy, his face right there and I see him inhale deeply.
He looks like he’s barely holding back.
“You think you’re dreaming, beautiful?” He smirks, satisfied. “I’m here, I promise. And I need to hear your consent. Are you sure you want this?”
I bite my lip, teeth sinking hard enough to sting. My pulse is all over the place, both of them so close it makes me dizzy and so wet I can feel my arousal dripping out of me.
I press my cheek to Creed’s, grounding myself in the familiarity of his touch. “Just this once,” I whisper, but even this low, my voice sounds wrecked.
“Just once,” Creed agrees. “Make her come, Noah.”
Noah doesn’t wait for more. He inhales through his mouth, kisses my inner thigh, spreads me with his thumbs, and licks from my entrance up to my clit.
“Oh God,” I whimper, shaking all over.
As if encouraged, Noah groans into me, the vibration elevating the pleasure his tongue inflicts, lapping and laving.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls, pushing his tongue inside me then dragging it up where his piercing flicks my clit.
“Addictive,” Creed whispers in my ear.
It feels so good, so different from Creed. I try hiding my face in his neck, but he catches my chin and tilts my head back so I’ll look down the length of my body.
“Eyes on him, baby. Watch.”
He kisses my temple and, once he’s certain I won’t look away, he grasps my throat, slowly applying more pressure. His free hand toys with my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple.
“You’re mine, Millie. So fucking pretty. Are you close?”
I nod, watching Noah glance up, his pupils blown wide. He moves a hand away from me and my blood heats when I realize he’s palming his cock...
No, no, he’s stroking, his arm moving in the telltale way.
This is, without a doubt, the most erotic experience of my life. My dreams don’t compare. Now, held flush against Creed’s chest, his breath rising and falling faster, body engulfing mine from behind while Noah toys with my clit... I’m in heaven.
I hope I don’t wake up in hell.
“You need a little more, don’t you, Millie?” Creed asks but doesn’t wait for a reply, barking instructions to Noah. “Use your fingers. She loves a little bit of pressure on her G-spot. Gets her every time.”
Noah’s hand leaves his cock, dragging up my leg, and one long finger breaches my entrance so slowly I cry out. He smirks against me, never once coming up for air as he eats me out like his life depends on my pleasure.
As soon as he curls his digit in a come here motion, the orgasm floods my senses. I gasp and moan, my vision tunneling, hips grinding, almost riding Noah’s face.
“Don’t stop, Noah, make it last,” Creed instructs, his fingers cutting off my air supply and elevating the pleasure tenfold.
He holds me in place until I’m clawing at his wrist and he eases off.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his cock twitching beneath me. “So fucking pretty when you come.”
Noah doesn’t stop until I go slack against Creed, my eyes blurry, body clammy, covered in a mist of sweat. He presses the softest kiss to my abdomen, rises to his feet, his cock tucked back into his sweats, hard and standing at attention as if he’s not wearing boxer shorts beneath.
My lips part to speak, but before I can, Creed grabs me under my arms and maneuvers me to straddle him again, his lips catching mine. He kisses me deeply and gets up.
“I’ll give you anything, baby, but this...” He lies me on the bed, climbing over me. “This you only get once.”
He fumbles with his sweats, pulling them down until his hard cock springs free.
“I need to know where you draw the line,” he says. “Because, as fucking jealous as I am, seeing you curl into me while Noah made you come was a turn on like no other.”
“Kiss me,” I plead, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He dips his head, taking my mouth while he palms his cock, the tip jutting against my entrance. He bottoms out inside me in one hard, punishing thrust and drinks the moan from my lips.
Noah comes closer, stroking himself through his sweats like he’s worried I’ll bolt if he pulls his cock out.
“You want Noah to fuck that pretty little mouth?” Creed asks, dark eyes roving my face. “And that pretty little pussy?”
“I love you,” I whisper, or whimper, because he pulls back and fucks himself into me hard and fast.
“I love you more, but that wasn’t my question. Do you want us both, Millie?”
I glance at Noah, standing right beside me, every muscle in his body taut, dark hair spilling over his forehead, lips parted as he watches Creed fuck me.
“Yes, I want you both.”
He drops his lips to my breast and sucks hard, then bites even harder. I go rigid beneath him, pleasure mixing with pain while he soothes the sting with a lick when tears spring to my eyes. His thrusts slow, and he buries his cock inside me.
“Okay. You get us both tonight, but you’re mine.” He glances at Noah. “Don’t gag her. She doesn’t like that.”
I almost disagree but don’t. Creed gags me every time I’m on my knees. I don’t mind, but maybe it’s something he wants to keep for himself.
Noah gives him a firm nod, pulling his waistband down and I bite my lip when he fists his cock, the crown red, leaking precum, the vein underneath pulsing.
He’s not as long as Creed, but he’s thicker...
“Open, Millie,” he says, his cock brushing my lower lip. “Hand on my thigh. Squeeze if it’s too much.”
I nod, part my lips, and moan when Noah pushes in and his taste coats my tongue. Different than Creed’s, more salty, less heady, but equally pleasant.
I’ve done this a handful of times. Creed loves fisting my hair and fucking my mouth, and I love the feral look in his eyes as he watches me swallow every inch. I love the power I hold even when he dictates the pace. I love that I make him fall apart.
Creed groans, eyes jumping between his cock pushing into me and my lips wrapped around his best friend.
“Good girl, baby. Don’t make him come unless you’re finished for tonight.”
I take more of Noah, gliding my lips halfway down his cock, and his hips stutter forward another inch before pulling back. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, holding it away from my face and they move in tandem.
“Fuck, that mouth,” Noah grunts, fingers grazing my jaw. “Are you always such a good girl or—”
“Always,” Creed cuts in. “Fucking perfect.”
Noah grasps my hair harder, pushing his cock down my throat, eyes on my face. He pulls back when my eyes widen a second before my gag reflex kicks in, and he uses that as his guide, fucking into my mouth.
Creed toys with my clit while he rocks into me, eyes darting between my face and my pussy. He palms my ass, spreads my thighs, then grasps my waist like he’s not sure where to touch me. It feels amazing but nothing can compare to the erotic symphony my moans and their heavy breaths create.
It sends me hurtling toward orgasm.
“No, not yet,” Creed grits out when he feels me flutter around him. He pulls out, both hands snapping my thighs shut. “Calm down, Millie. Don’t come.”
Noah grazes my jaw, pulling out, his chest slick with sweat.
I want more. I believe Creed will only share me once... And I want to make the most of it.
“Sit there, Noah.” I point at the headboard, then check with Creed. “Can I?”
“You want to ride him?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He grits his teeth then pulls me in by the throat, closing my mouth with his, the kiss desperate and bruising.
“Go ahead,” he says, biting my lip. “Show him just how fucking perfect you are.”
He helps me sit up and gets out of bed while Noah grabs my thighs, pulling me into his lap, cock beneath me.
“Eyes here, Millie,” he demands. “You still doing okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay.”
Creed gives Noah a condom and I watch him open it with his teeth, then roll it on. I’ve been on birth control since the day after Creed took my virginity, but I guess Creed would never allow Noah to do this bareback.
“Relax,” he says, fisting himself at the base. “Creed’s right behind you, Millie.”
And he’s guiding me, both hands on my hips, helping me scoot forward. I gasp, Noah’s girth making this a completely different experience.
Creed holds me close, my back to his chest, his cock jutting against my ass cheeks, his arms wrapped possessively around my middle as I sink all the way down.
“Fuck,” Noah grits out, head hitting the backrest, fingers digging into my waist. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Millie Baby...” Creed breathes in my ear. “Whose are you?”
“Yours.”