Chapter 42 #2
The tears that well up in my eyes cascade freely down my cheeks when Creed begins to harmonize and overlay new lyrics on top of mine.
The music around us is alive with unrestrained love and an all-consuming energy.
Creed plays like he’s known this song his whole life, and it builds and builds into a harmonious crescendo.
The universe spins, and we have become its galactic center.
A never-ending gravitational pirouette that draws the three of us together.
My eyes widen at the same time Collins covers her mouth.
The moment we both realize that he’s managed to pull the lyrics from the song we wrote together about her before we were taken.
He worked his usual Creed magic and fit it perfectly into my melody.
A contrast, yet a perfect compliment. A perfect fit—just like her. Like us.
Because we. Are. Real.
The final fermata hasn’t even faded into the electrically charged silence of the studio before Creed rounds the piano and smashes his lips against mine as he grips Collins by the back of her neck, holding her in place for a moment before turning his head to give her the same amount of attention.
I cling to Creed’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip, holding onto him like I may collapse if I let go. I’m shaking, but this time I don’t believe it’s from the tremors.
I’m turned on. So fucking wound up from the high caused by the desire to sing for Creed and Collins for the first time in months.
The way Creed played for me? Goddamn, it has the thought of dropping to my knees for him hardening my cock as it strains against my sweats. My arousal becomes more evident when precum leaks from my tip and soaks its way through the fabric.
Creed’s lips come back to mine at the same time a hand strokes me over my sweats. My lips part against Creed’s, moaning, silently begging him to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
He doesn’t hesitate. A brief glance tells me that it’s Collins who’s stroking me firmly over the fabric that separates us. She has my desire to give in, to wanting everything with them, growing with every touch.
Creed’s hands explore the skin of my abdomen beneath my hoodie.
He kisses a trail along my neck before pushing it up higher and higher until I have no choice but to raise my arms. My chest is now bare, but the cool air of the studio doesn’t have time to even whisper against my skin before Creed is back, his lips exploring every inch of my upper body that he can reach from my right side.
“Fuuuuck,” he hisses under his breath. I look down just as Collins runs the flat of her tongue up the line of Creed’s happy trail as she hooks her fingers into his waistband and tugs. The piercing that decorates the tip of Creed’s cock glints in the lowlight of the studio the moment it bobs free.
Collins’ jade colored eyes glint with undiluted lust as she nips at his skin and wraps one hand around his thick shaft while the other reaches for me.
The way this girl becomes another person when she’s turned on has got to be not only the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, but also a bragging right that I’ll never take for granted.
In a matter of seconds, I’m fully naked, standing exposed, my body completely bared to them. Collins’ hand wraps around my length and pumps. It feels so fucking good to be touched by both of them at the same time, and I find myself completely lost in it.
Creed pinches my jaw in his grip and turns my face just in time to swallow the moan on my lips when Collins licks up the underside of my shaft, her tongue doing this magic little swirling thing that has my eyes rolling and my knees nearly buckling.
“Shit, baby,” I grit out, my voice shaking.
My brain is scrambling more and more by the minute, and suddenly, I have no idea what to do with my hands.
Just as always, Creed reads my mind and trails his fingers down my arms and laces them through mine.
When he pulls away, I see the desperation written all over his face.
He’s barely holding himself together as Collins alternates between us, taking turns sucking and jerking each of our cocks.
“I’m yours, just as much as you’re mine, right?” His question takes me off guard. It’s hard to focus, but my answer is a no brainer.
“Of course.” Because he is. Creed is mine in every sense of the word. My friend. My family. My boyfriend. My love.
He guides our intertwined hands to his body and slides our hands up until they rest on his chest, just over his racing heart.
“Touch me, please, Sweet Boy.”
His words hit me like a sucker punch to my gut.
I realize now that Creed has given himself to me, taken care of me repeatedly, and asked for nothing in return.
And while I had given myself in return emotionally, I had only ever taken from him physically.
Sure, I kiss him and hold him at night, but I was so lost in the battle against my own demons that I didn’t think to give back.
To touch him. To allow myself to explore his body and push for something more.
To give myself over to him fully and let him claim me. Mark me as his.
I want it. All of it. With him. With Collins.
I pull Creed’s shirt up and over his head like he did with me and let my hands explore his body.
Pretending like I’m not about to faint from the amount of nerves fleeing my body.
Collins’ lips wrap around me, and she sucks hard, taking my cock as deep as she can possibly fit before she gags and holds herself there.
Her trusting eyes latch onto mine and keep me there while Creed is no doubt leaving a hickey on my neck.
His teeth sink into my skin at the same time Collins swallows around my length, but the moan that slips free is choked out when Creed’s blunt fingernails scrape down the length of my spine.
My back arches on instinct, but the sting of it paired with the pure pleasure that comes from Collins sucking my cock has me begging for more.
I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him in until our noses brush.
“Fuck, please—”
“What do you need, Ri?” Creed growls when Collins pops off of me and takes him down her throat before the trail of precum has broken between my dick and her lips. She’s such a beautiful mess.
My hand trails down to his lower back, and my mind tumbles over how much of this is new territory for me. I swallow thickly as I pull his body closer until our hips are flush from the side.
All of a sudden, I’m not feeling very brave when I look into his icy blue eyes, but I know I’m going to have to speak, because Creed fucking thrives on consent and communication.
“I want…more.”
“Oh my God, finally, yes,” Collins whispers before giving my cock attention again, and my head snaps down to her.
I raise an eyebrow when I see she’s now touching herself, her little dress pushed up her thighs and over her hips.
“You been waiting on this, Snow?”
She runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft and smirks when she reaches the tip. Her lashes flutter when Creed’s hand takes over her jerking movements. “Longer than you could possibly imagine.”
“Well then,” Creed interjects, slowly stroking my length with a grip so firm I fear my soul may expel itself from my body when I come. “I think it’s only fair that you help me to prep him, huh?”
Oh holy fucking shit.
This is really happening.
And I’m…excited.
Terrified, but desperate to take this huge leap right off the edge of the cliff with Creed.
“Where do you want me?” I can’t tell who Collins is talking to, but Creed helps out anyway by tugging her to her feet.
“Help me strip her,” Creed says, nibbling at her ear before dropping his lips to her collarbone and pressing a soft trail of kisses along her skin. My body buzzes and hums in anticipation, and I’m physically shaking in his grip after we strip Collins together.
“I want you to take care of our girl and devour her pussy while I prep you.” He smirks over her shoulder, her eyes closed as his hand dances along her skin, sinking lower and lower until his fingers brush over her clit.
But in a blink, the teasing nature is gone, and in its place is all-consuming lust and want.
“But then…” he continues, his other hand trailing down my back until he reaches my ass.
He slaps one cheek, then squeezes and rubs soft circles over the ache.
I suck in a breath at the new contact, arching into his grip because I find myself seeking more.
The movement of my body grants him the access he needs to press in further between my crease, and I nearly fucking yelp when I feel his finger putting pressure against my hole.
The sensation has my eyes wanting to roll back as my hands fly out for support, gripping Creed and Collins. We’re anywhere and everywhere all at once with one another. Touching and stroking wherever we can reach. It’s overstimulating in the most intense and gratifying way possible.
“Oh my G—”
“Then,” Collins parrots, clearly hanging onto Creed’s every command, just as I am.
“Then,” he repeats, nipping her skin and making her moan before doing the same for me. We both know what’s coming, but we’re hanging on to every moment, desperate to hear the words. I lean into his touch as he all but growls into my ear, “You’re going to fuck her…while I fuck you.”