Chapter 33
Riley
“GOOD FUCKING BOY.”
Ifeel like a man possessed. Not entirely in control of my own body. It feels like a high that I’m riding as the cymbals ring out the final notes of the song.
I did it.
I want to scream out the words.
I fucking did it.
And I know exactly how I got through it. My eyes flick up and immediately settle on the entire reason for my success. Collins’ lips are parted, and her eyes are glassy as cheers erupt just on the other side of the glass that separates us from the rest of the studio.
My chest heaves, and I swallow thickly as Creed says something that doesn’t quite register in my ears at first. But then I hear, “I’m proud of you, Riley. You fucking killed it, baby.”
Fuck.
I’m vibrating from his praise. I knew I’d at least succeeded in finishing the song with my hands still steady, but to know that it’s good?
I don’t know how to process it. I’m just high on the fact that I fucking finished it.
I’m out of my seat before the door to the studio swings shut, my sights set on one thing.
Her.
Collins turns to face me, and I swallow the soft gasp that falls from her lips when I bury my fingers in her hair and bend to capture her lips with my own.
I’m operating on pure need for her right now.
She got me through this, and now I need her to know that she’s the reason why.
Why I succeeded today. Why I live. Why I fucking breathe.
The force of my kiss sends us staggering backwards until her back meets the door of the recording booth.
My tongue presses against hers, but in my mind, there’s no time for softness or tender touches.
There’s only now, and now feels too consuming that I can hardly contain my burning desire to claim her.
To show her exactly how much I fucking love her. Crave her.
Thank fuck she’s wearing a skirt today because the need to feel her skin against mine is urgent, and I don’t think my sanity could handle trying to finagle jeans or leggings from her body.
Collins seems to share the sentiment because her hands fly to my waistband as my hands fist the material of her skirt and start to bunch the material up until I feel the soft satin of her panties at my fingertips.
A breathy mewl bursts from her lips as she breaks the kiss and buries her face in my neck.
I moan when her teeth scrape along my skin before she alternates planting kisses and licks a path up my jaw.
Abandoning my unbuttoned pants for a second, she fists my hair and pulls me closer until her lips brush the shell of my ear.
“So good, baby,” she gasps as I pull the fabric of her panties to the side and come in contact with her pussy for the first time in what feels like a fucking lifetime. “You did so fucking good.”
It takes me a second to register that her praise is all for me—not for touching her, but because she’s proud of me. That knowledge only intensifies my need to thank her the only way my brain will allow right now.
“It’s you,” I gasp as she tugs at my waistband and boxers until the base of my cock is exposed.
“I fucking need you, Snow.” I nudge her urgently with my nose until her face lifts, and I get a glimpse of a pretty, rosy blush that forces her freckles to pop before I kiss her hard.
“Now, baby, please tell me I can have you,” I beg.
“Take me, Riley,” she rushes out against my mouth. “I’m here. I’m yours, always.”
Fuck.
I slam my lips against hers in a frenzied kiss, and Collins eagerly matches my energy.
I’m shaking, but this time, it's with anticipation.
Releasing her hair, I bend down and lift her by the backs of her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist. My grip is sure as I press her harder into the wall and reach beneath us to fully free my cock.
I’m aching for her. Needing her in a way that has me blindly seeking her pleasure. A sure-fire way to show her how much she means to me in every way, but especially in how she makes the chaos and doubt dissipate.
She told me she wants this, but feeling just how slick her pussy is for me has me goddamned delirious with hunger for her pleasure.
“Tell me this is okay.” I need to hear with certainty that this is what she wants. That I am what she wants.
“Please,” she begs, nodding eagerly. Jade eyes meet mine before slipping shut with a broken moan as I press my slick head against her entrance.
I try to go slow, to take my time stretching her out, but Collins is in just as much of a rush as I am, because she flexes her hips and tries to bear down, forcing my cock to sink deeper into her heat.
Her breaths turn choppy as she kisses me, her tongue seeking mine as I cant my hips, thrusting deeper inside of her.
“You won’t hurt me,” she promises in between kisses. When her voice drops, my cock pulses inside of her as she makes her command clear. “I need you to fuck me, Riley. Hard.”
Not needing to be told twice, I tighten my grip on her ass and pull her onto my length at the same time I give one hard thrust, effectively burying myself to the hilt.
Collins cries out as I stretch her, but she won’t loosen her grip on my hair so I can check on her. A zap of worry courses through me, but then she moans and swivels her hips, seeking friction.
“Move.” She moans, and fuck me, I obey. My lips crash against hers as I hoist her up, practically nailing her to the wall as I set a punishing pace that has my vision tunneling.
My knees threaten to buckle when she pulls away and thumps her head against the door, watching me through heavy, hooded eyes as she cries out, “Good fucking boy…”
Goddamn.
My cock twitches inside of her over the praise. I fucking love being her good boy, and I’ll do anything to hear her say it again. This girl consumes me until she’s all I can see, hear, and feel. Every sound she makes sends me spiraling closer to oblivion.
She’s so fucking tight, and every time I hit that sweet spot inside of her, she clenches around me and threatens to choke the life from my cock.
The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with our combined moans and whimpering, are music to my ears, far outshining anything we just created with our instruments.
It’s as dirty as it is fucking beautiful, coming together with Collins for the first time in the place that houses what feels like a massive victory over my injuries and setbacks.
“Fuck, I’m so close, baby,” Collins chokes out as I pound into her relentlessly. Sweat glistens on her face and chest, and I can’t help but bend down to lick it from the line of her collarbone and up her neck before claiming her lips in a salty kiss.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as her entire body tenses, her pussy clenching down on me.
My vision dots with stars as she strangles my cock with her perfect pussy.
Fuck, I love the way Collins comes so fucking beautifully for me.
I don’t slow down as I chase her pleasure, desperately needing to join her.
“Come for me, Riley.” Her hips continue to rock, trying her hardest to meet me thrust for thrust. Her swollen, pouty lips part with a cry as I double my efforts, my muscles burning as I fuck her hard. “I need you to fill me.”
Her filthy words send heat coiling down my spine, and it settles low in my core.
It’s enough to throw me right over the edge, and I come so hard I think I black out for a second.
When awareness settles into my mind again, it’s to find that Collins now straddles my lap where I’ve collapsed to my ass on the floor.
She’s got my head cradled in her arms as she holds me close against her chest. I tighten my grip on her and take a quiet moment to just breathe her in.
Every day, this girl finds a new way to steal my heart and chase away the pain and fear I harbor. She makes me believe that perhaps I do deserve happiness with the two people I’ve fallen irrevocably in love with.
“You’re amazing,” she whispers into my hair, stroking the back of my neck softly. “So amazing, Riley.”
Pride swells in my chest, and the hope I cling to practically preens with her soft praise.
I squeeze her tighter, holding her body against mine in a desperate attempt to make her a mere extension of myself, even if only for a little while.
Those three words I’ve been longing to tell her dance right along the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back.
Just barely. I want to tell her everything she means to me, but we’re already descending from an adrenaline rush of fucking for the first time since coming home, and I don’t want her to believe they’re merely words said in the heat of the moment.
Silence stretches comfortably around us, and I’m lulled into a trance as I listen to the beautiful cadence of Collins’ heartbeat.
Her nails scraping softly against my scalp have my eyelids fluttering.
I stifle a soft groan at how good it feels when she’s the one tugging at my hair. I sit here and soak her in.
My strong girl.
I turn my face into her sternum and breathe in her sweet scent before mumbling into the fabric of her shirt, “You know there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Creed actually left us here alone.”
Collins bursts into laughter, the sweet, broken sound of her voice igniting something that had been kindling within my chest. I pull back just in time to see the perfection that is her smile, and I make a mental note to do all I can to make her grin like that every day for the rest of my life.
“I figured as much,” She rolls her eyes, but there’s no ire behind it.
She smiles adoringly at the thought of him.
“Creed has always has this way of knowing what we need before we even know we need it, though. Doesn’t he?
” She traces her finger along the shell of my bad ear, and I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it.
It doesn’t hurt, and I love that she still wants to touch me, even in all of my less-than-perfect places.