Her command has my dick pulsing harder, and it sets off another chain reaction of mewls and moans from all of us. I thrust my hips to help out his tiring body, gripping him so hard that I know he’ll have bruises in the shape of my fingertips for a week. Our movements become so desperate and messy, each of us determined to push one another over the edge of oblivion.
Pushing himself up until his back is flush with my chest, I cling to him, one hand around his throat while the other snakes around his abdomen. The short, blunt edges of my nails scrape down the soft plane of his abdomen. Parting my first and middle fingers, I press them on either side of his cock and squeeze. A low, throaty growl is unleashed from my chest as I feel the place where they’re connected.
There’s something so fucking sexy about feeling his cock slide in and out of Collins’ pussy.
She is the first to detonate.
“Oh,fuck—”she cries, her voice cracking as she throws her head back. “I’m fucking coming. Don’t stop.”
Spoiler alert: we don’t.
I’m right there with her, ready to fucking blow, but I refuse to come before Riley does.
Peppering kisses and nips across his skin, I revel in every goosebump I leave in my wake. Switching gears, I lick a messy trail along the column of Riley’s neck before nipping at his ear, “I want you to come inside of our girl while I fill you up.”
“Shit, Creed?—”
“That’s right,Sweet Boy,” I groan, the sound of skin slapping together fills the air around us. “Call out to me while you come for her.”
“No.” He shakes his head just a little in my grip. He’s holding Collins steady while she slowly comes down from the slowing waves of her orgasm. “Not just for her.” He swallows, then turns to lock those dark eyes on me, his arm wound around the back of my neck, fingers tightening in my hair. Still thrusting like his life depends on it, he stutters out, “F-for you, too, love. For b-both of you—fuck.”
His words are mutual destruction as we follow Collins over the edge, both of us coming fuckinghard. Riley first, then me. Our movements become jerky, every thrust shortening until we’re both buried to the hilt as we ride the high. Pulse after pulse, one of the most intense orgasms of my life washes over me as I pump my cum deep within Riley’s walls.
I can feel every twitch and pulse of Riley’s orgasm, even as it fades after filling our girl to the brim. She hums, but it’s slow and sultry, sweet satisfaction lacing the soft sound.
Nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing fills the space of the hot and sticky studio, each of us completely decimated by what just transpired between the three of us. More specifically, by what just happened between Riley and me.
I just had some of the best sex of my life, giving one of my firsts to the man that I fell for wholly and unexpectedly. Riley was well aware that there was no going back after I stepped in on his shower months ago, but this…thischanges everything. I was more than willing to accept any level of intimacy that he was willing to offer, but now that he’s just given me everything, I’m addicted.
The silence and stillness of the room is broken when a soft, sniffle catches my and Collins’ attention. We both look between us, where Riley’s freckled shoulders shake almost uncontrollably. A sudden sob bursts from his lips, and it registers to me right then that my boy is crying.Sobbing.
In an instant, dread tries to take over, but before it can latch onto my brain and allow the doubts and fears settle in, Collins pulls him closer, gently scraping her nails along his back and shoulders, quietly cooing and shushing him. She subtly shakes her head while looking at me, telling me that he’s not crying from pain or regret.
I release the breath I was holding and relief floods back into my system. My deflated cock slowly releases itself from Riley and I immediately miss the contact. But right now, my priority is my boy. His mind. His heart.
“You did so,sofucking good, Ri.” I praise, kissing every part of his jaw and neck that I can reach. I look at Collins and bury one hand in her messy ponytail, kissing her. “So fucking perfect.”
The lazy smile she gives me, tells me that she knows that the compliment was meant for her just as much as it was for Riley.
When his hiccuping sobs slow to a stop, I back off just enough to turn him around on shaky legs. Backing him in between Collins’ legs, she wraps her arms around both of us—well, as much as she can reach with the two of us— and rests her cheek on Riley’s shoulder.
“You okay, Ri?” She asks, her voice all but gone in the aftermath of moaning and crying out.
He’s quiet for a moment, but then he lifts those nearly obsidian eyes to meet mine at the same time his hands travel up my chest, tracing the ink that decorates my skin before lacing his fingers behind my neck. His smile is enough to bring me to my knees. It’s slow, but eventually it pulls into that one-sided, fangy grin that I know Collins gets all hot and bothered for.
“I’msofucking okay,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side so he can rest his cheek on top of Collins’ head. “You two were…” He blows out a nervous breath. “I—I didn’t know that it could feel…belike that. Not—not for me, at least.”
My heart cracks over his confession, and I pull the two of them tighter against me. “It’ll be like that so long as you want it to be. There’s no getting rid of me, for either of you.” I wink at them, and fucking love the way they both blush, those sweet freckles popping against the pink hue of their cheeks. “I’m addicted to you two. Your minds.” I kiss each of their temples. “Your hearts.” My fingers stroke over their chests, purposely brushing over each of their nipples. “Your bodies.”
I pull their opposite hands to my skin just to feel their touch, but just like that, I’m hard again. Biting my lip, I drag both of them from the studio, desperate with the need to connect the three of us in some way again. Their giggling laughter and lusty glances at one another are seriously doing it for me.
Like I said, I’m addicted now.
There’s no way in hell that I can ever go back.
We don’t even make it out of the rinsing shower before I’m buried balls deep inside of Collins while she sucks Riley’s cock. We’re filthy all over again, claiming one another so thoroughly that none of us will be able to walk around the house—or the streets of California for that matter—without the constant reminder of feeling at least one of us between their legs ever again.
Chapter 45
