I’m about to tackle him to the ground and strip him bare, but movement on the bed catches my attention. Now I understand why Riley’s been rendered speechless, because there Collins sits in nothing more than a dark green sheer bra that does nothing to hide her peaked nipples. A matching thong barely covers her pussy as she sets back on her haunches, her hands spread over her thighs. Her hair is tossed all to one side, her head tilted as she takes in Riley and me where we stand in the doorway.
“Riley’s a fucking tease, but it’s ultimate torture and cruelty to know that this is what you were wearing under that little dress all goddamned night, Stardust.” I press further into Riley’s back to coax him into the room. We’re home alone, but I kick the door shut anyway.
“Turn around and let us see that pretty little ass, baby.” I wrap my arms around Riley and grab the hem of his shirt. I tease the skin just below his navel as Collins bites her lip and slowly turns, arching her back and letting her long hair cascade down her back in messy waves.
Riley groans at the sight, and my cock gives another throb behind my jeans. I pull his shirt up over his head, then take my time exploring the expanse of his body. It’s been nearly a yearsince he was shot, and his scars are no longer pink. Most of them are pale and shine in the lowlight, from the thousands of scrapes along his back to the scar on his chest.
“Keep going, baby,” I press, licking a wet path up Riley’s neck and smiling against his pebbled skin when he sucks in a breath and tilts his head to grant me more access. “Give us a pretty view of what belongs to us.”
I pop the button open on Riley’s jeans at the same time he reaches back and fumbles for mine. I shove his jeans just far enough down his ass to pull his thick cock free and give the heavy fucker a few long strokes before swiping my fingertips over the head and smearing the stream of precum all over his shaft. Riley shudders in my arms as he continues to work me free from behind, panting and whimpering as Collins stretches her arms out in front of her, arching further into the bed. My movements falter when I see something fucking glittering in the lowlight between the round globes of her ass.
“Shit,” Riley curses, dropping his head back against my shoulder and watching Collins stretch and arch her back through heavy lids.
“Stardust,” I wheeze out, suddenly feeling breathless. “Is that…a fucking plug?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, and the sound is just dripping in sex. She peeks at us from the corner of her eye and rolls her hips, every undulation a fucking homing beacon.
“And have you had this in that sweet little ass all night, baby?” I tug Riley’s cock a little faster, loving the way his abs flex beneath my fingertips.
“No, the others were much smaller.”
“Holy fuck, Snow,” Riley moans out, his fingers wrapping around my cock the moment it springs free.
“You know what this means, Sweet Boy?” I ask in his ear before nuzzling into his neck, dragging my lips up and down the column of his slender throat.
“Yes,” he hisses when I reach down to cup his balls, squeezing and tugging gently.
Collins squirms under our gaze, but she keeps herself presenting to us.
“Say it.”
It takes a minute for him to form the words after I bite down on his collarbone and suck at the skin there. “She wants us to fuck her,” he says, swallowing thickly before continuing, “at-at the same time—Jesus fuck, Creed?—”
He chokes on his words when I up my pace. His hand has been lazily jerking my cock, his movements sloppy and unhurried as I work him into a frenzy. He can’t focus on touching me, and I fucking love how I turn his brain to mush.
“Is he correct, Stardust?” I ask her, pushing Riley until he’s got no choice but to kneel behind her on the bed. “You want to be double stuffed by your boyfriends?”
“Fuck, yes.” She hisses as my hand lands on her ass, making her entire body jolt.
Grabbing Riley by the back of his neck, I twist him to face me. His deep mocha eyes are so hazy with lust that it seeps into the air surrounding us with every bat of his long, dark lashes.
“Get her ready for your cock, baby.” I kiss his lips once, soft and slow. “I want to taste her on your lips while I fuck her ass.”
Never one to be told twice, Riley bends down to tug her thong to the side so he can drag the flat of his tongue up the entirety of her pussy from ass to clit, flicking over the plug and back. Collins’ choppy cry is music to my ears as she arches her back again, her hips seeking more friction against his face. I make quick work of stripping Riley from the rest of his clothes, my own following after.
I crawl onto the bed and kneel just inches from Collins’ face. My piercing glints in the dim light of the room as my girl sets her sights on it, her lips popping open hungrily.
“You want me to fuck this pretty face, baby?”
“Please,” she moans and sucks in a sexy as fuck breath when Riley presses a finger inside of her, working her over before going back to savoring her like it will be the last time.
Cupping the back of her head, I tap the tip of my cock against her awaiting tongue before pressing inside. She swirls her tongue around the head before closing her lips around me and bobbing her head, taking me deeper and deeper. It takes a lot for Collins to gag, considering she has almost no gag reflex. I love how she encourages the rough play sometimes, so here I am, fucking her mouth until her nose brushes my pelvis. She holds herself there for several seconds before her chest heaves, and she backs off, coughing. Her mascara paints her tear-stained cheeks, and a string of saliva connects her pouty lips to the tip of my cock as she sucks in a needy breath.
She’s so beautifully out of control, and I love the sight of her body bucking and writhing between Riley and me. Her movements become jerky as Ri brings her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night while I choke her with my cock.
I lean over her to press against the pretty little plug in her ass, and she. Fucking. Detonates.
She releases a wet, garbled scream around the thickness of my cock, and I pull back, freeing myself from her throat just in time to hear those sounds a little louder. Low and rough, she groans and moans out the most obscene curses, half of them not making any sense as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm.
