Chapter 47 #3
“Even with another man’s cock inside you?”
I pinch my lips, pressing into his chest. “Always.”
“Good girl,” he unwraps one arm and skims his hand down my spine. “Ride him, baby.”
Noah guides me, hands grasping fistfuls of my flesh, but he doesn’t lift me like I expect, he drags me back, then forth, my clit hitting his pelvic bone.
I’ve never seen him look this feral. Muscles dance along his arms, the blue-green veins straining against his skin. The tattoos cinching his neck flex along with his jaw, eyes boring into mine, falling to my lips over and over again.
I can tell he wants to grab my hair and pull me in, devour my mouth, but Creed drew a line Noah won’t cross.
I moan, then gasp when Creed places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me against Noah’s chest, my cheek landing on his shoulder, lips ghosting the skin there.
And then I stiffen when Creed’s fingers circle the tight ring of muscles between my ass cheeks.
“Easy, baby,” he whispers, voice hoarse and loaded. “You’ll take me right here.”
“We’ve never—”
“We’ve never let another man into our bed, either. You want us both, and this is how it happens. Say yes.”
I swallow hard, my hips moving again, Noah’s cock dragging along my G-spot.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’ll be careful,” he promises, and I feel something cold and wet drip down the curve of my ass.
Creed gathers it with one finger and circles my back entrance again, slowly working me open. I shudder when he slips in past the first knuckle.
Noah tightens his grip on my hips. “Shh, it’s okay, relax. You’ll fucking love feeling him there.”
“Feeling us both inside you,” Creed tuts, working his finger deeper, then out, in and out.
With his free hand, he grasps my throat and pulls me back, turning my head to kiss me.
I’m overwhelmed, flowing in and out of here and now, bombarded by sensations. Noah’s cock doesn’t hit as deep as Creed’s, but it stretches me further and my abdomen cramps, pleasure spiking on every thrust.
It’s amplified by Creed’s finger and... the second one joins, preparing the snug space to accommodate his cock.
We’re all breathless, panting, the air filled with the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard.
Noah’s lips and teeth latch onto my breasts, then my collarbones, then my shoulder.
Creed holds me by the throat, my back arching, hips gliding over Noah’s, the orgasm building.
And when Creed rests his forehead against the back of my head, squeezes my neck harder, and adds a third finger, I come with a cry.
Fresh tears spring to my eyes, the pleasure so intense my thighs cramp and I have no hope of controlling my body or the sounds I make. Creed closes my lips with his, drinking the moans, his hand moving to my face, thumb wiping away the few stray tears spilling hot down my cheeks.
“Fuck, that was a powerful one,” Noah tuts, holding me still, cock buried deep inside. “You’re stunning when you come, Millie.” He takes my face in his hands. “You still with us?”
I nod, swallowing hard, a blissful smile curling my lips. “Yes, I’m just sensitive.”
“One more, okay?” Creed tuts, dragging his lips up my spine as he eases his fingers out before his cock’s there, cold, wet with lube. “Easy, Millie, deep breath.”
Noah stares straight into my eyes when I inhale and Creed slips in, both arms snaking around my ribs, my boobs resting over his muscular, inked forearm.
“Fuck... fuck,” he grunts, pushing in inch by inch. “Goddamn it, so fucking tight, baby,” Creed mutters,
“You feel that?” Noah asks, stroking his thumb along my cheek. “Feel how full you are?”
I whimper, lips pinched. My eyes roll back into my head, my ears ring, and I’m shaking between them, the remnants of my orgasm racking through me.
Adrenaline spikes in my system when Creed bottoms out, letting out a low grunt.
“There you go. You’re fucking perfect, Millie. So good for us.” He pushes me into Noah’s chest. “You don’t have to do anything, just take it. We’ll take care of you.”
Noah cradles my head against his neck and I feel him move his legs to gain leverage. I’m blindsided by sensations, so full, so stretched... Creed pulls out first, and when he thrusts in, Noah pulls back, then fucks up into me when Creed retreats.
“Oh God,” I whine, mellow between them. “Eli—”
“I’m here, baby. Shh, you’re doing great. Focus for me, okay? I want you to come for us.”
He makes me so warm, his words, his tone, the way his hands and lips worship my body make me feel so safe.
I’ve always felt safe with him.
He never gave me a reason to worry, no matter how intense he gets when we fuck—and he gets intense.
Right now, even though he’s sharing me with his friend, making a fantasy I’ve dreamed about for months come true, he’s the one grounding me.
Holding me together, soothing my mind even though I know exactly how possessive and territorial he is about me.
I fall in love with him more, knowing he’ll always give me what I want, that he’ll be my pillar in any situation.
The pressure builds, they move inside me, one in, one out, and the rhythm is divine. Noah’s cock drags over my G-spot, Creed’s cock punches something else entirely at the back, the moment they’re both inside creating the most delicious fullness.
I feel like I’m floating, like I’m weightless, cocooned in the heat of their bodies, worshipped, held, adored by two men I care about. They’re not soft or gentle, but they’re careful not to hurt me, my pleasure their only goal.
It’s... it’s magical.
My ears ring, my eyes are closed, and I’m reduced to sensations and their grunts, growls, and praise. I barely hear them, their voices blurring, blending as they bring me closer and closer to a spectacular release.
I’m sensitive and spent, balancing on the verge of overload.
“Fuck, so good, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
They move faster and I’m scooped up, pressed into Creed’s chest, his arm holding me firmly upright.
The position change is slight but what it does for the angle of their cocks moving inside me is anything but.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, moans ricochet off the walls, and Creed turns my head, diving in for a kiss, his hips working faster.
“That’s it, that’s it, let go, Millie. Let go. Fucking come, baby. Show me how much you love this.”
I tremble between them. Noah’s hands glide up to my waist, Creed’s arm under my breasts, the other holding my hip. Noah’s lips on my breast, Creed’s on my neck.
It’s too much, it’s everything, it’s—
The orgasm washes over me. I don’t know if I’m moaning or making any sound at all, lost in the space between them, but I know I’m trembling.
They move faster, chasing their own orgasms while I splinter at the seams, basking in the erotic groans spilling from their lips. Their panted breaths and the telltale stutter of their hips as they lose their rhythm.
Noah comes first, his forehead dropping between my breasts, hips slamming up and holding, fingers gouging into my waist. Creed follows seconds later, thrusting into me, his come filling me in hot bursts.
I don’t know how he manages to hold me upright. I don’t know how I can think as I feel them both still pulsing inside me.
They swear under their breaths, holding on to me like I’m their only lifeline. I’m on the verge of blacking out, I’m so spent. My muscles are jelly and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between them, their hands clasping my flesh, I’d topple over and wake up next week.
Creed holds, buried deep, his lips on my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. Soft, reverent kisses that send more tremors through me.
“Perfect, baby,” he coos. “How are you doing?”
“I’m tired,” I admit, voice barely above a whisper, eyes so heavy I have no hope of opening them.
“You did great, Millie,” Noah whispers, kissing my collarbones. “Such a brave girl.” He lifts his head, hands on my hips. “Lay back, okay? Creed’s got you now.”
I let him lift me off him and Creed wraps me in his arms, maneuvering us onto our side. His cock slips out in the process, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers, turning me to face him.
He moves my head to rest on his shoulder, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of him in my nose.
He smells like his cologne, sweat, sex, and me.
Guiding my knee between his thighs, he pulls me into his chest, then moves my hand over his neck.
I feel the mattress dip as Noah gets up. I hear the rustle of his sweats as he tucks himself away, then his footsteps padding toward the bathroom.
My head’s swimming. I’m hot and spent, and Creed’s so careful, stroking his fingers up and down my back. A cool gust of air breaches the room when Noah closes the bathroom door behind him. I shudder, burrowing further into Creed.
“Cold,” I whisper.
He grabs the comforter, draping it over us, and inches away enough to look at my face. I peel my eyes open, meeting the abyss of his dark pupils. He skims his fingers over my cheek, tucks my hair over my ear, and stamps a kiss on my forehead.
“You look thoroughly fucked, baby,” he says. “I know you’re ready to fall asleep, but I need you to stay with me.”
“Mhmm.”
“I mean it, Millie. You need to drink and I need to clean you up and braid your hair.”
My heart swells three sizes. He knows I’ll wake up with tangles my brush can’t separate and I’ll curse everything and everyone. It happened before when he fucked me for an hour and I was too tired to sort my hair.
I’m too tired now to even lift my head.
“Okay. Thank you... that was amazing.”
He kisses my head again. “Only once.”
I nod, too exhausted to force more words out.
Noah comes back moments later, hands Creed a warm washcloth, and I’m pushed onto my back. He wipes my pussy first, soft and careful, then gathers his cum leaking between my ass cheeks.
“Sit up, Millie,” Noah orders once Creed tosses the washcloth onto the night table.
I force my eyes open, finding Noah by the bed, a glass of water in hand. “Drink this.”
They help me sit up, my cheeks flushing red now it’s all over and I’m still naked, boobs on display.
Noah doesn’t look, holding my gaze.
I melt a little. He knows it’s over, too. I’m back to being Creed’s. He’s being respectful, which is both endearing and mind-blowing given he was just inside me, growling into my skin. I take the glass, fingers trembling, and drain it all while Creed twists my hair into a braid.
“You want painkillers by the bed?” Noah asks Creed. “She’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and more water.”
Creed cocoons me back into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses into my hair. I don’t hear Noah come back, sleep claiming me in seconds.