Oh holy fucking shit.
This is really happening.
And I’m…excited.
Terrified, but desperate to take this huge leap right off the edge of the cliff with Creed.
“Where do you want me?” I can’t tell who Collins is talking to, but Creed helps out anyway by tugging her to her feet.
“Help me strip her,” Creed says, nibbling at her ear before dropping his lips to her collarbone and pressing a soft trail of kisses along her skin. My body buzzes and hums in anticipation, and I’m physically shaking in his grip after we strip Collins together.
“I want you to take care of our girl and devour her pussy while I prep you.” He smirks over her shoulder, her eyes closed as his hand dances along her skin, sinking lower and lower until his fingers brush over her clit. But in a blink, the teasing nature is gone, and in its place is all-consuming lust and want. “But then…” he continues, his other hand trailing down my back until he reaches my ass. He slaps one cheek, then squeezes and rubs soft circles over the ache. I suck in a breath at the new contact, arching into his grip because I find myself seeking more. The movement of my body grants him the access he needs to press in further between my crease, and I nearly fucking yelp when I feel his finger putting pressure against my hole.
The sensation has my eyes wanting to roll back as my hands fly out for support, gripping Creed and Collins. We’re anywhere and everywhere all at once with one another. Touching and stroking wherever we can reach. It’s overstimulating in the most intense and gratifying way possible.
“Oh my G?—”
“Then,” Collins parrots, clearly hanging onto Creed’s every command, just as I am.
“Then,” he repeats, nipping her skin and making her moan before doing the same for me. We both know what’s coming, but we’re hanging on to every moment, desperate to hear the words. I lean into his touch as he all but growls into my ear, “You’re going to fuck her…while I fuck you.”
Chapter 43
Riley
“INHALE. EXHALE. FEEL.”
My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear the blood whooshing in my ears. I am vibrating with a nervous anticipation as Creed teases my body relentlessly. I need a distraction and Collins seems to understand this. Her lips peck a delicate trail along my skin, traveling across my chest, up my neck, and all over my face before claiming my lips in a heated kiss. I need her. All of her. I feel like a man starved with how badly I crave her taste on my tongue.
Bending down, I grab her by the backs of her thighs and hoist her up onto the edge of the piano. I run my hands up her calves and over her thighs, admiring just how fucking smooth she is. Her scars are still puckered and pink in some places, but she’s never looked so beautiful as she spreads her legs wider, her glistening pussy on display for us.
I need to see all of her, and I shudder in my attempt to undress her, but I manage to pull her dress up and over her head with minimal fumbling. My knees threaten to buckle as Creed teases my hole again while reaching around me to stroke my cock with his other hand.
“Fuck,” Creed groans, his forehead dropping to my spine as he bears his weight down on me, forcing my body to bend down lower, closer to where I’m desperate to be. “Tell me you’re going to devour our girl while I prep this sweet ass, baby.”
“Yes,” I breathe against Collins’ delicate skin, locking eyes with her dilated ones. She buries her fingers in my hair, uncaring of my scars that she’s exposed. “Please,” I beg.
Her lips are parted slightly, and her chest heaves with every heavy breath. The corners of her lips tug upward as she looks down at me like she’s the goddess and I am her loyal subject, ready to worship.
“I want you to be a good boy for me,” she pants, the rasp in her voice rendering her words nothing more than a whisper, “and make me come on your tongue.”
Fuck. Yes.
I love it when she calls me her good boy, because that’s all that I want to be.
Placing soft kisses along each of her inner thighs, I nod my understanding as I make my way to her sweet center. Her arousal invades my senses, and if I was dizzy before, I’m intoxicated now. Lust drunk on the desire to give her every drop of pleasure that she deserves and more.
The first swipe of my tongue is fucking nirvana. Collins moans and drops back onto her elbows with one hand still buried in my hair, her thighs clamping down around my face. She holds me captive, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be kept than right fucking here.
Creed’s touch disappears, and a quick, tearing sound rips from behind me, then his fingers are back a heartbeat later, both much slicker than before. It feelsso fucking good, the way he’s expertly working my cock and stimulating my ass.
I suck Collins’ clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud. Her eyes roll, and her head drops back, her grip tightening in my hair.
My body is being sent into overdrive right now. I’m being assaulted from all sides…but instead of feeling satisfied, I’m needy as fuck.
My mouth pops free, and I moan into her delicate pussy, my hot breaths warming her already heated core when Creed adds more pressure to my hole but doesn’t push for more. I groan over the foreign sensation, the sound vibrating against her skin.
“F-fuck, Creed,” I cry out when he presses in a fraction and strokes my slick cock harder. Faster.
