“You okay, Ri?” she whispers to him, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, then his lips.
I’d think she was talking about his hard on, but her mind isn’t stuck in the gutter like mine is. She’s still worried about his hasty exit earlier, and she’s so far gone for Riley that, despite him just orchestrating some of the hottest sex of my life, she’s got to make sure he’s alright—with her, us, and himself.
“I owe you an explanation,” he says, his dark eyes glistening as they volley between hers.
“Let me get cleaned up, and we can talk as much or as little as you want, okay?”
“Deal,” he whispers, and Collins seals it with another kiss.
Before she can retreat, I grab her by sinking my fingers into her cum-slicked pussy, and it makes her squeak so adorably. Once they’re thoroughly soaked in our combined releases, I let her go with a slap to her ass. She yelps, then laughs as she makes a break for the bathroom, playfully slamming the door behind her.
“Still curious about her taste, baby?” I ask, slowly stalking towards where Riley is slouched down in the chair. His cheeks are a sweet, ruby red color, but his eyes are still dark with desire.
“Mhmm,” he hums as I pop my fingers into my mouth and suck them clean. My eyes roll with the fucking delectable taste of us on my tongue, but rather than swallowing, I bend down until my face is hovering over Riley’s.
Gripping his face with one hand, I slam my lips to his and kiss him hard. He immediately opens up for me, eagerly chasing Collins’ taste after he watched me lick my fingers clean. Riley moans into my mouth the moment my tongue meets his when I share our combined taste. I greedily swallow the sounds that are rattling through his chest. Fuck me, I’m fully hard again. I don’t think Riley’s dick has even softened since this entire ordeal began.
He’s not only tasting Collins on my tongue, but he’s also getting his first taste of me, too. I’m desperate to drop to my knees and take care of him, and by the looks of his erection, I calculate my chances of achieving that goal will be sooner rather than later.
“Well?” I ponder against his lips, and my heart skips a few beats when he smiles against my mouth and nips at my bottom lip. “How do we taste?”
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Chapter 29
Riley
“NEED SOME HELP WITH THAT?”
Watching Creed and Collins fuck in bed while I sat back and commanded the entire thing was single-handedly the hottest, most bold thing I’ve ever done or witnessed. My girl is a beautiful, needy little thing, and we can’t say no to her…like, ever. But it felt like a long lost puzzle piece finally snapping into place when I found myself paying close attention to Creed, too. Things had already started to change between the two of us, and now those budding feelings seem to be rushing back with a vengeance.
Of course, his cock was a massive distraction with the way his piercing glistened in the low light with her arousal. Collins had silently convinced me to grab his dick the same way he’d grabbed mine in the hotel room months ago—and I loved it. The foreign feeling of touching a cock that wasn’t mine was just as exhilarating as fucking Collins.
More than that, I just couldn’t stop looking athim.For once, I did more than just look; I allowed myself to ogle him openly. I admired various parts of his body as my eyes roamed and explored, finding myself aroused at the most random things.
Like the way his tattooed fingers drifted over Collins’ body like an erotic dance. The way the veins in his forearms popped when he held her tight. The planes of muscle that flexed along his back with every thrust inside of her. Even the soft, neatly groomed happy trail that led from his navel to his cock had me fucking drooling in my chair.
But what had me ready to come all over the towel that barely concealed my cock was the look on his stupidly attractive face. Sure, there was lust there, but more than that, there was adoration when he looked at her. When he looked atme,that look alone had my stomach flipping over itself, desperate and craving more.
Now, here I lie in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because I’ve got a raging hard on. I couldn’t touch myself earlier. Or, more like Iwouldn’t.Even with continued therapy, it’s clear that my hands are so goddamned unsteady and shaky when I try to squeeze objects; my dick is no exception. It’s embarrassing that I can’t jerk off in private, let alone in front of Collins and Creed. They both seem to be healing well enough, both physically and mentally— meanwhile, I feel like I’m fucking stuck in reverse.
I was doing better… until I wasn’t, which is why Wilder will be coming out this week for an extra session to reevaluate and hopefully help me work through this highly irritating hiccup. He’d already explained that some of my setbacks are psychological—my own brain working against me, but a part of me still needs his help.
While Creed and Collins showered, I donned my weighted gloves and got to work trying to change the sheets so that we had a clean place to sleep. It was a feat in and of itself because not only was it a hell of a challenge to complete, I had to do it while keeping my towel in place, while simultaneously fightinga massive erection. It hasn’t really gone down or disappeared, either.
I’m stuck in this seemingly permanent state of turned on because I’m surrounded by the events of the evening. Despite having clean sheets, the smell of sex and soap lingers in the air with every inhale. Seeing the two of them come together, Creed’s cock thrusting into Collins so hard that she soaked the sheets, is all that plays in an endless loop in my mind every time I close my eyes.
I refused to touch myself earlier because I was afraid that the tremors would’ve prevented me from being able to come. Joke’s on me, because here I lie, wide awake and still hard as a fucking rock.
Collins is wrapped around Creed like a tiny blonde koala, snoring lightly. He’s got one hand on top of hers where it rests on his chest, while his arm beneath her head reaches for me. Unable to help myself, I place a light kiss to his fingertips, then one to Collins’ temple before slipping out of bed. I suck in a breath through my nose, and once again, I'm reminded of tonight’s events as the smell of citrus and sex lingers in the air, and my dick gives a little pulsing throb in response.
Shit.
I pad my way to the bathroom and close myself in before flipping on the dim lights. My clothes are suddenly too tight with how wound up I feel, so I quickly strip out of my boxers and tee. I do my best to ignore my reflection, but the shiny glint of the bullet wound in my shoulder pulls my attention. Reluctantly, I turn and take in the man I see in the mirror.
My hair has grown just a little, but not enough to cover the half of my ear that’s missing. I thank my lucky stars that I didn’t lose my hearing because of it. Though for a while, everything did sound a bit muffled.
My fingers lift, involuntarily skimming over the pink scarring on my cheek and temple, before dropping to touch the puckered skin of the bullet wound. The stab wound in my leg is healed, though the larger scar is still tender at times. My wrists are also scarred from the burns and cuts I’d ultimately given myself from pulling and jerking, and constantly attempting to free myself from the restraints every day for two weeks.
