Read Thin Ice Online Free by Kayla Grosse

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

“More,” she whines. “Just more!”

I pinch her nipple, and Noah rears back, pounding into her ass, hips slapping against her skin. Quinn screams, and I let out a string of curses, her cunt turning into a vice.

“I think—” Quinn pants.

I grip the nape of her neck. “You gonna come, baby?”

“Oh, fuck!” she cries in answer, neck straining against my grip. I thrust up from below at the same time Noah sheaths himself all the way in her ass. I pull her mouth to mine and swallow her moan, her inner muscles fluttering around me as her release hits her with full force.

She gasps, eyes rolling back until I wonder if she’s about to pass out with pleasure.

“Sunshine, oh fuck!” Noah huffs. “Beck, baby, I’m fucking coming.”

Quinn falls against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back as Noah plows into her with his release. I watch him come, the veins in his neck strained and pure unfiltered euphoria on his face, while Quinn’s heart pounds against my own.

Each pulse of his cock inside her, spilling his hot release into her ass, and the clutch of Quinn’s cunt send me to the edge. A tiny fear, a nagging whisper in the back of my mind says I shouldn’t fall—that nobody will be there to catch me—but Noah opens his eyes like he hears it, his blown-out irises dark with his pleasure. I’m thrown back to a moment ten years ago, our last time together. When it was over, he kept trying not to look into my eyes. I should have known something was off then, but I pushed it away.

Noah’s eyes soften, and he shifts forward on top of Quinn, pressing our bodies as close together as they possibly can be, sandwiching her. Quinn’s whimper and tremor of her pussy tells me she likes it.

Noah doesn’t release our eye contact, but he finds my hand and links our middle fingers. He grips it tightly, the corners of his mouth lifting and melting any of the last resistance in my brain.

“Let go, Beck. Give us what’s ours.”

Quinn grips her inner muscles and sucks on the skin of my shoulder. That’s the last thing I need before I finally let myself fall.

My orgasm explodes in a multitude of color behind my eyelids, each molecule of my body sparking with the tidal wave of my release. Every muscle and sinew spasms. I’m lost to the feeling, falling off the edge into the unknown.

I plummet and sail through the air until soft kisses pull me back. I open my eyes to Noah and Quinn, the sound of our breathing filling the quiet. I hug them close, Quinn’s sigh brushing over my skin and settling somewhere deep in my chest, then look at Noah.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s shoulder, then reaches for me, thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t even felt fall from my cheek.

“Beck—”

“Don’t break my heart again, Noah,” I murmur. “Please.”

He shakes his head, and Quinn lifts hers, her eyes glassy with tears.