I fucking hate them.
They’re a constant reminder of how helpless I was to save Collins from so much pain.
“Choose, boy,”Guy’s voice flits through my head. “My name on her chest, or I carve this hideous fucking tattoo that’s tainting her perfect skin.”
I flinch at the memory of his slimy voice.Goddamnit.
Shaking my head vehemently to rid myself of those thoughts, I try to switch gears and focus my mind on something else. Somethinggood.
Count the positives in your life, Riley.
So what’s the first thing I think of? Tonight.
But I’m curious, and want to test something. There’s no doubt that thoughts of my girl can get me hard and make me come. Instead, I let my mind wander to thoughts of Creed alone.
His voice overpowers the nightmarish memories, silencing their malevolence with his filthy fucking mouth.“I want your eyes on him while I fuck this perfect pussy, Stardust.”
He knew what his words would do to me. I was flaming red, yetsoturned on. From the moment Collins climbed on top of him and faced me, it took one glance away from her glassy jade eyes, and instantly, my focus remained glued to the place where they were connected.
My cock throbs at the memory of watching his piercing disappear inside of her over and over.
Turning on the shower, I step under the hot spray, but it does nothing to stave off my ever-growing arousal. I’m so turned on right now, and it’s all because of these thoughts I’m having about my best friend.
About his body.
About his cock.
Yeah, his cock that’s perfectly thick with a big vein that runs along the underside. And that goddamnedpiercing.
I’ve never considered myself to be an overly sexual person. My attraction comes from the emotional connection I feel to a person, but there’s no denying Creed’s all-over…beauty. I’m relatively certain that’s the most appropriate way to describe him, because he truly is.
For the first time since knowing Creed, I find myself unabashedly fantasizing about him. Scenario after scenario plays out in my head, thoughts of touching him, and learning how to bring him the same pleasure that Collins does.
Would it feel the same?
I can’t seem to turn these thoughts off as the fantasies slam into me, one right after another; I fuckingyearnfor it. I don’t think I possess the balls or confidence to actuallydoit, so I’ll stick to my thoughts.
My dick is so painfully hard, and I can’t take the aching, throbbing need anymore. I give my hand a mental pep talk, willing my grip strength to return and for the tremors to stay away when I grip my cock in my hand and give it a few slow pumps.
I could cry with the relief of being able to touch myself again. But that relief is short-lived because I get about eight full strokes in before the muscles in my hand start to spasm.
“Fuck, no, please,” I hiss into the steam of the shower, dropping my head back against the tiles with a hard thump. I tryto keep going, but it’s useless because I can’t hold myself tight enough for it to make a difference.
Raising my hands in front of my face, I glare daggers at the offending appendages. I squeeze my eyes shut. “You’re a couple of assholes?—”
“Aww, c’mon, don’t say that,” Creed’s voice quietly cuts through the air, and I startle, my eyes snapping open to find him leaning one shoulder against the wall in nothing but his boxers, arms crossed over his naked, inked torso as he watches me intently. There’s a teasing smirk on his face, but the roiling heat burning in his eyes and theveryobvious strain of his dick against his boxers makes my face and chest flush. “You seemed to be doingsowell.”
I swallow thickly, shaking my head. “My hands—I—” I blow a harsh breath through my nose. “They don’tfuckingwork right, and I’m…”Fucking horny.
He pushes off the wall and steps towards me. A single brow quirks when he says, “You’re…”
My face burns impossibly hotter, and I shake my head again. I’m used to Creed’s vulgarity, but I’m no dirty-talker. I tried earlier, but it pales in comparison to the way he just says whatever unfiltered, dirty thoughts that come to his mind.
His thumbs hook into his waistband, his eyes never wavering from mine as he stalks toward me, pushing his boxers down his thighs until they disappear from his body completely with every step he takes. So goddamned slowly, he opens the glass shower door and steps inside. I back up a step, but not because I’m scared. My body is vibrating with his proximity, and I’m shaking from the adrenaline of being caught with my hand around my dick.
Creed continues to follow me, taking one step forward for my every step back, until my spine meets the cool tiles of the wall. His arms are braced on either side of my head, and he’s gotme caged in. My body becomes nothing more than an aching, blazing inferno of pureneedwith every inch he closes in on me.
We’re close to the same height, but he’s got just a few inches on me, so I have no choice but to look up at him when we come chest to chest. The tips of our noses brush, and our lips are so close that my short, staccato breaths mingle with his, slow and steady.
