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Jesus, I think we created an insatiable fiend. But hell if I’m going to complain.

I grin. “How do you want us, Sunshine?”

Chapter thirty-nine

Beck

This is a detour from what I had planned. Well, more than a detour, but I can’t complain as I look down at Quinn kneeling on the floor like the fantasy I had of her earlier this week. I still can’t quite believe this is happening, when I’d jerked off in the shower only days ago thinking something like this was an impossibility.

Noah and I are naked and standing shoulder to shoulder while Quinn peers up at us. The pose is submissive, but nothing about her gives off that air. She’s a queen waiting for us to give her what she asked for.

“So pretty,” I praise, admiring her. Quinn’s cheeks flush to match the color of her hair, heavy chest rising and falling.

I draw my thumb along her lips, and she parts them for me, sticking out her tongue. “Hungry girl,” I tut, fingers teasing her. “You need me to feed you just like I fed your husband the other night?”

Her response is to open her mouth wider, and Noah expels a throaty groan. I fist my cock, pumping it several times before I place the tip on her tongue, pulling down the skin to reveal the broad red crown.

“Suck me, pretty girl.”

Quinn seals her lips around me, and I swear she hoovers my soul from my body. “Yes,” I grunt, one hand falling to her head while the other braces myself on Noah’s shoulder.

“Your mouth is—” Quinn takes more of me down, and I cut off my words with a curse. As I thread her soft hair through my fingers, I cradle the back of her skull, letting her have the control she likes.

“She looks so good with your big dick in her mouth,” Noah groans. “Like that perfect hole was made for you.”

“Fuck!” I grip Quinn’s hair tighter at the words, so similar to the ones I played out in my fantasy. But now, it’s real.

“You’re making our Beck lose his mind.” He touches Quinn’s cheek. “Can you take more of him?”

Our Beck. He called Quinn our girl before, and I loved it just as much.

Quinn answers by flattening her tongue and working her way to the midpoint of my shaft, her rosy lips stretched wide around me. Her eyes water, but she keeps going, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. She gags but powers through the urge to pull away too fast, sliding to the tip and sucking me as she goes.

“Such a good girl,” Noah praises.

Quinn hums and takes me back down her throat, but I tug her away before she gets too far, firmly holding her hair in my hand. She pops off my cock and pouts so adorably I almost let her have me again. Almost.

“Don’t leave our slut’s poor cock out. He’s dripping for you—just like your pretty pussy is dripping for us.”

She turns to Noah’s cock, which is jutting out toward her with need, pre-cum leaking from the shiny slit. Quinn licks her lips, and I guide her head toward it until she’s sucking him down.

Noah’s reaction is like mine, his hand flying to grip her hair. She feeds him into her mouth like a damn pro, her nose touching his pubic area before she pulls back to breathe. Using both hands to hold herself steady on his hips, she goes down again. Noah’s eyes roll back into his head when she suctions particularly hard.

I fist my cock as they play, so in sync with each other. They’ve changed so much since I first met them, and my heart expands knowing I had a part in their reconnection. I can only hope this isn’t the last time I get to watch them together or the last time I’m a participant. I know they want me, but the future is unknown. There is no way to know what will happen when they’re both back to the reality of their lives.

Quinn takes a loud gulp of air and turns her focus to me, replacing my hand with her mouth again. The warm, wet sensation clears my fears away for the time being, and I drop back into the moment. When I move my hand from Noah to my side, he links our middle fingers together.

Heat floods me from the inside out. This moment is more than I could have dreamed. The man I’ve loved since I was too young to know what true love is stands beside me, and the amazing woman I would have never dared to dream of is on her knees for us, adoration and lust in her eyes.

She removes her mouth from me, and instead of going back to Noah, she pushes us closer together, taking both our cocks in her hands so Noah’s and my dick rub together.

“Fuck,” I say, and we both growl low at the new contact. Noah’s arm wraps around my waist to find purchase.

Quinn admires both our cocks as they slide together. “I love that they’re both so different.” She licks each of the tips. “Both so perfect. So big.”

She flattens her tongue along the underside of my shaft and then Noah’s. His nails dig into me while I reach over and fondle his ass.

“I can’t wait to feel them both inside me.” Quinn moans.