“This for me, baby?” he whispers roughly in my ear, and I shiver against him again as I nod.
His hips flex against mine as he lets out a growl, the sound a deep rattle that injects itself into my veins, sending a hot wave of arousal through my blood and straight to my cock.
“You two are killing me,” Collins murmurs as her tiny hand reaches over Creed to run her nails along my ribcage, down the back of my arm, and anywhere she can reach.
“Then why don’t you join the party, Stardust?” Creed shifts, and Collins squeaks as her sugary sweet smell washes over me. Her knee presses softly into my lower back, and it tells me that she’s now straddling him. The sound of their kiss has me fighting the urge to grind my dick into the mattress just to find some relief.
I slowly turn, at first trying to just crane my neck to watch what they’re doing. The room is dark, save for the moonlight that peeks through the drawn curtains across the room, lending minimal light to this moment. My phone buzzes again, but this time, I ignore it, my body slowly rotating until I’m fully facing both Creed and Collins. They’re so engrossed with one another,neither one of them pays any attention to the constant hum of the call, either.
Collins shifts, her hair falling around them, creating a curtain that conceals their faces. While I understand that we’ll all have our own moments together, I know that what Creed is doing right now is intended to rile me up. To force me to make a move. I know that he can tell that I’ve been hesitant in initiating affection, and now he’s trying to force my hand in his own way.
An odd wave of jealousy rushes through my body so fast, here and gone before I’ve even had time to process it. It’s not jealousy manifested from anger, it’s one of yearning. Iwantto be a part of this moment. I don’t want these two hidden from me.
Reaching up, I ignore the way the tremors have my hand shaking harder than it has in a long time, and I manage to messily tuck her hair up and behind her ear. My heart pounds as Collins turns her face, leaning into my touch before she latches onto my thumb, her teeth lightly nipping and scraping over the tip before sucking it into her mouth.
There’s no stopping the way I whimper for her. Collins can turn me on with nothing more than a blink in my direction. I’ve been weak for this girl from the moment I laid eyes on her.
“Need you,” she whispers breathily as she releases my thumb. “Kiss me, please.”
There’s no hesitation when it comes to giving this beautiful girl anything she desires. I push up onto my elbow and bring my face closer to hers. My heart stops in my chest the moment she cups my face and presses her lips against mine. It’s soft at first, but the energy between us begins to crackle with a fervent sort of power that I haven’t felt with her in months.
Their affection always breathes life into me, but I haven’t had Collins like this for what seems like too much of an eternity. I’ve missed her. Missed the way her shy and quiet side fell by thewayside, making space for the part of her that craves control and passion when it’s just us behind closed doors.
Creed’s hand wedges beneath me and shoves upward until I’m situated on my knees beside him. The sensation of his hands roaming and exploring wherever he can reach has my heart pounding and blood rushing to my cock, causing it to throb almost painfully behind my boxers.
Collins’ hands grip my face, pulling me impossibly closer as my tongue brushes against her bottom lip. She parts for me eagerly, accepting me as we meet in the middle. Gone is the tenderness, in its place is a ravenous hunger that I’ve only ever felt with her and the man currently driving me insane with his touch. Having Collins like this, needing me just as badly as I need her, feels like something finally clicking back into place that I’d been missing for so long.
Her hands leave my face as she trails a featherlight touch down my body, joining Creed’s beneath my shirt. Their attention on my skin feels so fucking good. I’ve been deprived of their affection for too goddamned long, and I’machingfor more. Collins’ fingers dance along my arms until she reaches my hands, lacing our fingers together. Breaking the kiss, she brings them to her lips and kisses the tips before placing them on her body beneath her own shirt in offering.
“Touch me, Riley.” Her chest rising and falling in quick little pants before she leans in to place a trail of kisses along my jaw down my neck. I suck in a breath when she nips at my collarbone, and my hands start to move. I’m so lost in kissing and exploring her body that I don’t even realize just how steady my hands are at this moment.
But with that realization, awareness creeps in, and it’s like the lusty spell I’d been pulled into disintegrates before me. I try to force my problems from my head, to focus on the feel of her body beneath my hands, but the moment my hands reachthe crescent of her breasts, the tremors return with a fucking vengance.
You’ll only hurt her.
The toxic voice in my head chimes.
Goddamnit, Riley.
The lust and love evaporate in one second, and by the next, panic and fear grip me tight. I feel like I can’t breathe all of a sudden, and I can’t even get out of my own skin fast enough.
“I’m—I’m sorry…” I mutter as I scurry out of bed, hitting my ass as my feet get tangled up in the sheets.
“Riley?” Collins’ voice is so fucking small that I can’t meet her eyes or I know that I’ll break.
“What’s wrong? What happened just now?” Creed asks, shifting to sit up in bed.
“I can’t…” I’m being choked by my own words that I can’t even form a decent response. An answer as to why I’m doing literally anything that isn’t touching the girl I love and have missed more than my very own next breath.
I’m shaking, my body vibrating with shame, heartache, and anger as I swipe my phone and rush down the stairs in record time without so much as a backward glance. I’m not about to stick around and wait for any further placating words to fall from Creed’s or Collins’ lips.
In the kitchen, I feel lost, so I make a beeline for the refrigerator and swipe a water bottle from the shelf, chugging the whole thing down in one breath before the door even has a chance to swing closed. The hopes of it cooling my heated skin are thwarted as I start to fan my torso with the fabric of my shirt pinched between my fingers.
I feel humiliated and betrayed by my own body. The hope of getting to be normal again dwindles down until it’s barely more than a flicker of light in the deep pit of my soul.
On top of the increasing self-hatred, my dick is still achingly hard, and my body is craving release. I’m not gonna be able to function all day because I can’t take care of the problem myself.
I pull at the short hairs at the base of my skull to try and quell the ache that’s rooted itself bone deep. I shouldn’t have indulged and gave into Creed’s seduction. I wanted to give in to him, to give in to Collins, but look at where that got me. Running scared with an angrily hard cock that’s chafing against my thigh. Fucking hell, Creed is no longer allowed to be the middle spoon until I can get my shit together.
