“Fuck, Riley, baby,don’t stop,I—” Collins cries, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “I’m going to co—fuuuuck.”
Pushing myself to stand, I take the two steps to get to Riley, putting my cock at eye level for him. His dark eyes snap to me, watching me hungrily as I stroke myself a little faster,harder.
I’m not about to come in his mouth, having not properly washed myself before jerking off again, but I do want my cum all over him, coaing his pretty little freckles with my release.
Gripping his hair with one hand, I tip his head back farther. His movements falter for only a second before he finds his rhythm again.
“I’m gonna fucking paint you with me, while you fill her,” I growl, feeling my orgasm coiling tighter at the base of my spine. He moans, his parted lips allowing the sound to fill the room. “You gonna come for me, Riley Benjamin?”
“Fuck, yes,” He says, pounding into Collins a little harder. Her cries are thick with lust as she grapples for purchase against his biceps. Her chest is flushed, and I watch as her body tenses, a third, powerful orgasm slams into her.
Her entire body vibrates and writhes beneath Riley as his motions grow jerky, and he comes with a cry, his lids fluttering shut for a moment.
“Look at me,” I bark out unintentionally, desperate to have his eyes on me.
The moment those obsidian irises find me, I fucking fall apart for a second time. My release hits me fast and hard, and I pant through every white sticky rope of cum that coats Riley’s neck and chest.
He gasps, and the sound is like a damned siren call that will forever be ingrained into my brain for the rest of my days. Before Ri can collapse, I drop to my knees in front of him and slam my lips to his, kissing him hard, all lips and teeth and tongue. He groans into my mouth as Collins wiggles against him.
Breaking the kiss, we turn our attention to the pretty little mess beneath Riley. His softening cock slowly falls from her pussy, and she releases a contented sigh, her body thoroughly exhausted. I can tell they’re both ready to clean up and rest forthe remainder of the night, but of course, I’m not quite finished yet.
Riley flops down next to Collins, his cock glistening with her release. I know just how sensitive the dick can be right after an orgasm, but I told him that I’m fucking starving, and I intend to get my meal. Lying on my stomach, I settle between Riley’s thighs and slowly run my tongue along the bottom side of his shaft. His abs flex, and he whimpers, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Too fucking sensitive, baby,” he mumbles sleepily, turning his face into the pillow to fight off the continued torture. I give him one last suck at the crown of his cock, moaning around him because the taste of him and Collins combined is fucking divine.
I shuffle over until I’ve got my shoulders wedged between Collins’ thighs and waste no time in cleaning her swollen, sated pussy with my tongue. She twitches, her body sleepily undulating. She barely squeaks as I give her clit one last gentle suck.
The two of them look like they’re seconds from falling asleep when I settle back onto my haunches. Before either of them can doze, I pull them up and into the shower.
The three of us take turns washing and drying one another. Collins has me help to wrap the scar on her shoulder—something she does nightly to minimize puckering and promote elasticity.
Back in bed with clean, dry sheets, I settle in the middle with Riley on my right and Collins draped across my chest. I feel his lips brush against my jaw, so I turn to meet his fading, sleepy gaze. He just smiles at me, and the sight of it makes my heart do this flippy thing in my chest.
He sighs, closing his eyes. “I love you.”
It does the flopping thing again. It does it every time he and Collins utter those words to me.
Knowing he’s speaking to both of us at the same time, we whisper, “I love you, too.”
I fall asleep counting each of their freckles in the moonlight, excited and ready for this new tour. Collins agreed to perform for us again, and Riley is more than ready to get back on stage. The world seems excited to see us again, and I’ll get to love my partners out loud.
What could be better than this?
Chapter 49
Collins
“HERE WE GO.”
“Three, two, one, open,” Creed says animatedly from behind where Riley and I stand. He’s bouncing on his toes, jostling us from where he’s got a tight grip around our waists.
The moment I open my eyes, I’m awestruck. I gasp at the massive tour bus that sits running in front of me.
The first thing I notice? It looks nothing like the old bus. This one is a sleek, dark metallic maroon color and justscreamsluxury.
“You bought a new bus?” Riley asks, the shock in his eyes mirroring my own.
“Duh,” Creed huffs, followed up with apfft. “Call it an anniversary gift.”
