37. Collins
Chapter 37
Collins
C reed and I are on our way to a hotel in a rental car that someone on his crew had dropped off earlier in the night. I’m so wound up from the concert and I’ve been fighting the urge to jump his bones from the moment we walked off stage. I know I also need to tell him about Tony, and I decide I’ll do that as soon as we get there.
Trying to keep my mind busy, I stare down at Creed’s hand that’s lightly gripping my thigh and trace the lines of the tattoos that extend all the way down to his first knuckles. My thoughts carry me back to when I was on the bus with Riley, just before Creed arrived. I could tell that something was haunting him by the far-off look in his eyes. It was killing me not knowing how to handle it.
I wanted to pull him into my arms and hug the hurt from his body, but I feel like something’s shifted between us and I have no idea where to draw the line with our interactions anymore.
I glance over at Creed and I can see the raw and pure joy radiating off of him in waves and I can’t help but feel a little guilty. I’ve waited quite literally my entire life to belong to him and now that I finally have him, not only do I feel an intense, all-consuming love for him, but I can’t deny there’s something blooming there for Riley, too.
I have too much shit to get off my chest and I’m not looking forward to any of the upcoming conversations.
I feel like I’d made things awkward when I kissed Riley’s cheek earlier tonight, but he’d been nothing but his usual sweet and playful self that he always is to me. I’d teased him about hiding his M&M’s from me and it seemed to make the situation a little lighter, but not completely better. Just a band-aid to rip off later.
Not knowing what else to do, I’d sparked the idea to get him to dance with me and to just let go of his emotions, even if just for a moment. Before I knew it, we were both spinning and swaying and laughing in the kitchen to anything and everything that came through the speakers.
My cheeks heat when I think about the way I’d stumbled into him and how it felt when his arms wrapped around me. It wasn’t the same feeling as the many times he’s hugged me in the last week. It felt like more, at least to me, and that’s dangerous. I think I need to distance myself from Riley to sort through these wild emotions that I shouldn’t even be feeling in the first place for a man who isn’t Creed.
Speaking of men who aren’t Creed, my brain thinks back to just before I left the bus. I was rooting through the drawers looking for a small bag to snatch some of Riley’s candy for myself when I heard a repeated buzzing noise coming from one of the drawers. Opening it, I’d found my old prepaid phone lit up with about fifteen notifications. I recall the way all the blood drained from my face and had to take a deep breath before looking through the messages.
I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have looked, but my morbid curiosity got the better of me.
I scrolled through several more messages than I even knew had come through on my old phone. In an instant, I was filled with disgust and nausea with every message I read. There were lots of crude messages, threats of how close he felt to me, how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. It got to a point where there were thumbnails of images, but when I’d clicked on them, they disappeared and I couldn’t see them. I took it as a small victory that he’d failed in threatening me.
What kept me from completely spiraling, though, was the fact that he seemed to be clueless as to where I was tonight and what I’d done. My makeup, hair, and mask had kept me anonymous.
Not entirely sure how anonymous I’ll be now that Creed’s kissed me on stage in front of thousands of their fans.
Creed’s hand slides up higher on my thigh and I’m sucked back into the moment with him when he groans at the same time he reaches the apex of my thighs. I gasp when his pinky grazes over my panties, right over my clit before the rest of his fingers join in on cupping me. The pressure is hard enough to get rid of any thoughts that don’t include Creed and the way he’s touching me right now.
I moan when he starts to rub slow circles at a torturous pace and I buck my hips up in the seat, chasing his touch. He tries to pull away but I grab onto his forearm so tight that my nails dig into his skin. He hisses but when I look over at him, he’s got his head relaxed back against the headrest, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The look is entirely too sexy and it only serves to rachet my desire for him.
“Creed,” I moan when he starts to touch me again, giving me that delicious pressure that I so desperately need.
“ Fuuuuuck baby,” He grits out, glancing at me for a moment with eyes that are filled to the brim with want and desire before facing forward again to turn down another road, “You’re so fucking wet for me already. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you and drown myself in your ecstasy.”
“Oh, God,” I moan when he focuses on my clit again, flicking it with his middle finger. My body jolts at the sensation it gives me and I grip his arm tighter. My head lolls to the side to take in the man giving me so much pleasure. What I wasn’t expecting to see was the shit-eating grin plastered across his face .
“If that’s what you want to call me, I have no objections, Stardust.”
I should fucking slap him for that, but it sounded so goddamned sexy coming from his lips, and he has a point. He is a god, and I want to worship every part of him. It makes me want to bend over and offer my pussy as a sacrifice for his wicked needs.
Creed keeps working my body until I’m panting and whimpering, the sounds filling the small space of this car may as well rival the volume level of a gunshot. I rock into his hand, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
As if he can tell how close I am, Creed’s skilled fingers pick up the pace and he increases the pressure against my clit. I moan and gasp at the changeup, my voice cracking as I cry out his name.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Fucking soak these panties and make a mess of my hand.” That’s all I need. I detonate at his words, my orgasm crashing through my body hard and fast. My body tenses and my nails dig so deep into the skin of his forearm that I’m convinced I’ve drawn blood. Heat floods my core and my face grows warm at the way my own blood is now coursing through my body at a rapid pace.
Creed rounds another corner before pulling into the parking garage of some fancy-looking hotel, but I can’t even register the name because I’m already unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching over to undo Creed’s belt before he can even throw the car in park.
“Whoa, baby, easy,” He says with a soft laugh, but I’m not joking. I need his cock, and I fucking need it now.
“I need you, Creed.” I plead, my hand gliding over his obvious erection behind his jeans, making him groan when I squeeze around his length. I’m hardly paying attention to our surroundings in the parking garage when I look him dead in the eye and start to unbuckle his belt and jeans, pulling the zipper down to free his cock. “Watching you tonight was a fucking experience that had me all worked up and I think I’ll fucking expire if I don’t have you in my mouth in the next two seconds. ”
Something in his eyes shifts and I know I’ve got his wild side wanting to come out to play. He reaches up and thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it down and leans in to bite it when it snaps back into place. His face is still covered in my lipstick and it only serves to heighten how turned on I am when I look at him. “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth of yours?”
“Yes,” I rasp, desperate to be used by him. I give his cock a firm pump, brushing my thumb over his piercing, drawing a hiss from his pouty lips.
He fists my hair at the back of my head, his grip tight with just the right amount of pain to keep me grounded in this moment with him. He leans in and kisses me one more time before using his grip on me to guide me down to his awaiting cock. I give it a squeeze, causing it to flex in my grip and I kiss the tip of it softly. I can’t help but grin to myself when I hear a quiet groan escape his lips.
“How do you want this, baby? Because once I start, I won’t be stopping until I’m coming down this perfect throat.” I think about it for a moment before I look up at him from beneath my lashes and he must see my silent request because he chuckles, but there’s no humor behind it. No, it’s laced with darkness and promises of filthy fantasies come to life. “You don’t want it soft and sweet, do you?”
I shake my head and whisper, “No.”
My breaths are coming faster at the thought of Creed being rough with me. I need his own brand of aggression to erase every time I was mishandled and touched against my will by men who used their roughness as an act of power over me that’s been abused time and time again. Creed would never hurt me unless I asked him to. I trust him to treat me the way I’m silently begging him to without making me feel powerless.
“Well then ,” He says before gripping my cheeks in his free hand, forcing my lips to open from the pressure. His bright eyes darken and gives me a malevolent grin that sends a shiver up my spine that has my thighs clenching again. “Let’s see how long baby girl can hold her breath, shall we? ”
His words are the only warning I get before he guides my lips to his cock and I take him in. He bobs my head a few times, allowing me to lube up his dick with my tongue before he lifts his hips to push himself impossibly deeper into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and I feel the coolness of his piercing gliding along my walls before I gag. He still hasn’t pushed me far enough but my wanting doesn’t last long before his grip releases my hair and shifts to my neck at the base of my skull.
“Take a deep breath,” He grits out and waits for me to take a deep breath. “Relax your jaw.” He commands next and I try, I really do, but his cock is so fucking wide that my mouth is already stretched to the max. Once he’s satisfied with my efforts, he takes no mercy on my throat.
Creed starts to roll his hips, fucking up into my mouth and I can’t help but moan around him. The sound opens up my throat even more and it allows his cock to slip even deeper into my mouth. I officially can’t breathe but this is what I asked for. He isn’t gentle as he grips my neck and pulls his pleasure from me in rough strokes of his cock, completely obliterating my throat in the process. I’m making a mess of him with every bit of saliva that drips down and around his shaft, the wet sounds of him fucking my face mixed with the garbled moans trying to escape my body fill the quiet space of the car and it’s a filthy soundtrack made specifically for my libido.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Collins.” I hear the thud of his head against the headrest and his grip on my neck tightens slightly as he continues his onslaught against my mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good, taking all of my cock like a good girl.”
My body starts to fight for air and my nails of one hand dig into abdomen while the other squeezes harder around his cock and starts to stroke in tandem with the way he’s fucking me. My lungs are on fire and are crying desperately for a breath, but I won’t give in. I fucking love the way Creed is using me relentlessly. It makes me feel dirty, but in the best way because I know that it’s me that’s giving him this pleasure. The way he continually moans my name tells me that it’s also me he’s picturing when he closes his eyes. I fucking love this man and I want to do and be everything he needs.
I feel his cock pulse and he suddenly yanks me off of his length, his eyes wild as they take in my messy state. I’m sure what’s left of my minimal makeup is now running with the tears that are flowing freely down my face. My mouth is still hanging open, a line of spit connecting my lips to his cock and he surprises me when he uses his thumb to sever the connection and stuffs the digit into my mouth.
He leans forward, his eyes dark as he commands, “Suck.”
So I do. I continue to jerk his cock as I pull his thumb deeper into my mouth and suck it as though it were his dick. He groans at the sight. “Are you ready to swallow all of me, Stardust ?”
I try to nod, but he uses his thumb in my mouth to grip my chin and hold me still.
“Words, baby, I need to hear them.”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. I want everything he’s willing to give me. I want it all from him.
He pulls his thumb from my mouth and guides me back to his hard shaft, the metal glinting in the dim light of the garage through the tinted windows of the car. “Milk me dry, baby.”
He doesn’t even need to force me down because I’ve already wrapped my lips around him and in a few bobs of my head, I’ve got him at the back of my throat again. He keeps his hand off my neck and instead I feel his hand reach over, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing as I bottom out, his cock lodged deep down my throat. I can’t move that much, and I feel saliva collecting in my mouth so I try to swallow and that has Creed nearly yelping and bucking up into me.
“Shit,” He pants, his breaths coming quicker as I keep sucking and pumping his cock. “Do that again, please .”
Yes, sir.
I push myself down onto him as far as my throat will allow and when I feel him hit the back of my throat, I take a deep breath and try to swallow again, my throat constricting around his head. With a final curse as a warning, my mouth is flooded with heat as he comes apart at the seams for me. I try to swallow it all, but gravity isn’t my friend and some of it runs down his shaft. I don’t let it go to waste though, because as soon as I feel Creed start to come down, his body relaxing, I allow myself to pop off of his cock only to dart my tongue out and lick up the rest of his release.
“Fucking Christ.” Creed curses.
He helps to pull me back to a vertical position and cups my face. A small smile is playing at his lips when he leans his forehead against me. “You’re amazing, Collins.” He huffs a quiet laugh, “How fucking lucky am I?”
I smile back as my heart melts even more for him, and we both sit there just breathing each other in for a moment before leaning in to kiss me long and deep. I wouldn’t think he’d want to taste himself on me, but boy was I wrong. His tongue explores my mouth and the passion in his kiss has me wanting to crawl across the center console and into his lap.
He pulls away after we’ve both become breathless and he glances at the clock. “Let’s go, baby,” he says as he kisses me one last time and allows me to straighten in my seat. I move to check my face but he grabs my wrist as I reach for the visor mirror. “Leave it, I’m nowhere near finished with you tonight.” He smirks, “Plus, I like you looking messy for me.”
Oh, what the fuck? So that tells me I must look like a fucking ragamuffin.
He gets out of the car before I can argue and moves around to open my door for me. He opens the trunk of the car and pulls our bags out and slings both backpacks over his shoulder. Before he closes it, he pulls two beanie hats and puts one over my head and hands me a ridiculously large and feminine pair of sunglasses and hands them to me. I quirk a brow at him and immediately I don’t like the thought of him needing women’s sunglasses at the ready.
As if he can read my mind, he grins like he’s just struck gold as he places them on my face and leans in to kiss my nose. “They’re mine, Stardust . Riley thought it would be fucking hilarious to buy them for me when we needed them to get from place to place on our second tour together. Joke was on him because I wore these things everywhere.”
When I continue to stare at him in disbelief he laughs as he plucks them from my face and places them onto his own, giving me his wayfarers instead. He bites his lips and groans as he wraps a protective arm around me, leading me toward the elevator of the parking garage. “You look fucking sexy when you’re in disguise, baby.” He says as he kisses the top of my head.
After we get checked in, we don’t even make it off the elevator before I’m being scooped up and pressed against the nearest wall as Creed buries his face in my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, trying to pull him closer as he kisses a path down my shoulder and back.
“Creed,” I pant, the feel of his lips against my skin sending my body into overdrive. “I need you.”
“You have me, baby. Always.” He responds between kisses.
“That’s sweet, but I mean I need you inside of me.” He pauses and stiffens, standing stock still. “Like right now.” I finish in a breath.
Slowly he lifts his head and his bright blue eyes meet mine. I expect to see hesitation or some kind of question in his eyes to see if that’s what I really want, but that’s not at all the look he’s giving me. Right now he’s grinning like a fucking starved maniac and I’m the meal.
I don’t even have time to process the crazy before he’s carrying me out of the elevator and into a penthouse suite. The area is dimly lit but I don’t notice any of the details because nothing exists but Creed as he continues to carry me down a hallway, licking a path up my neck before kicking a door open and I’m being tossed unceremoniously onto a soft bed.
Before my body has even had time to bounce, Creed is already there, his body straddled over mine. My eyes rove up his body, all the hard lines hidden beneath a t-shirt that needs to be removed immediately. He looks like a God, looking down upon me and I’m more than ready to worship. My hands grip his shirt and start to lift, exposing all of the beautiful ink covering his abdomen, but his hand grips mine, stopping my efforts.
“Please—” I start to beg, but he cuts me off.
“We’ll get there, Stardust . I’m only stopping you to tell you that if I fuck you tonight, that’s it. You’re mine.” His voice is low as he shifts his weight and settles himself between my thighs so that we’re face to face. He dips his head and runs his nose up the line of my neck and across my cheek until our lips are a mere hairsbreadth apart. “I’m dying to sink my cock into your sweet pussy, but I’m just making sure you understand that the moment I take you, I am never letting you go. Like, ever.” He laughs and bobs his head from side to side like he’s rethinking his words. “I mean, I was already planning on keeping you, but fucking you will only serve to further solidify that notion.”
The moonlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows is just enough to illuminate some of Creed’s features to see that even though his words are playful, he’s completely serious. This man who took care of me like a brother would, who tried to friend-zone me for a week and now suddenly he wants me forever? I couldn’t begin to understand what the fuck happened to him that altered his brain chemistry over the last two years, but I can honestly say that I’m kind of obsessed with this over-the-top, possessive, obsessive, unhinged version of Creed.
All my life I’ve only ever wanted to belong to him, so if he wants to possess me, so be it. Is that a toxic thought? Fuck yeah it is, but I don’t care.
The thought has me tilting my chin up so that our lips brush when I whisper, “I’ve always been yours. Only ever yours. I want you, and you alone, Creed.”
He pulls back before I can kiss him and he quirks a brow at me as he grins like he’s in on some big secret that I know nothing about. “You sure about that? ”
“Wh-what?” The question is hardly more than a breathy moan. I’m not sure what to make of that question. Here I am, ready to get fucked into oblivion and he’s questioning just how obsessed I am with him?
But in that same moment, the softest, sweetest deep brown eyes flit to the forefront of my mind. A flash of that fae prince smile, and soft auburn curls. I try to shake the image of Riley from my mind, but before I can ask Creed what the fuck he’s talking about he’s already stripping himself of his shirt before he moves to mine and before I know it, we’re both completely naked and he’s kneeling between my legs.
My mind goes completely blank when he runs his tongue up through the slit of my pussy, from entrance to clit. I gasp when he nips at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
“ Creed,” I moan his name as he sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time he sinks two fingers into me. I can’t stop panting his name as well as a string of curses as he sucks two orgasms from me, one right after the other.
My body just starts to relax when he climbs back up my body and grabs my throat in a soft grip as his lips meet mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips, and he swallows my moan as it escapes my throat.
“You taste like a fucking dream, baby.” He groans as he rocks his hips.
I feel Creed’s cock press against my swollen pussy, his piercing gliding over my clit with every torturously slow roll of his hips. When he feels just how wet and ready I am for him, he releases a groan that has me clenching my thighs around his waist and moaning with him. He reaches between us, feeling for himself just how wet I am and his bright blue eyes practically glow with feral lust and excitement. He fists his cock, tapping the head against my pussy and the coolness of the metal hitting my clit has me gasping and lifting my hips to get him where I so desperately need him.
“Please, Creed,” I beg, digging my heels into his ass to pull him in closer, but his body is solid as he hovers over me. He’s got a feral look in his eyes and I can tell it’s taking monumental effort to hold himself back by the way his body is practically vibrating with energy.
I don’t know much about sex, but I do know that I don’t want him to hold back.
It’s been years since my first awkward attempt at sex so it comes as no surprise that when Creed finally fucking gives me what I want, I wince at the sheer size of his head pressing into me. I grit my teeth and my body tenses, wanting some relief from the way he’s stretching me. Creed must feel the tension because he cups the back of my head with one hand and places a slow, soft kiss to my forehead before resting his own against it.
“Baby,” He drawls, his grip on me tightening. “I’m trying—I want… fuck.” He lifts his head, shaking it once before staring down at me and I raise a brow at him, waiting for him to finish. “What I want and what I should do are fucking night and day right now. I should be gentle and sweet and slow this time.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, scraping a line along the muscle there before gripping the back of his neck, my fingers scratching at the hair at the nape before I pull down, his lips a whisper away from mine. “And what do you want to do?”
A wicked smile graces Creed’s beautiful lips, the primal beast within him clawing just beneath the surface and I want to fucking free it. “I want,” He bites my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and releasing it with a groan and a roll of his hips, the motion pressing his cock harder against my entrance. “I want to fuck you like this.”
No sooner do the words leave his mouth that his cock slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one swift move. I cry out at the sheer size of him suddenly stretching me to the max and my body tenses for a moment, the pain of his entrance taking over momentarily.
Creed freezes and looks down on me in horror and his eyes widen in utter shock when he sits up and looks down at where we’re connected. “Shit.” He curses and it has me ignoring the pain and addressing his confusion.
“What?” I ask, my voice quiet and huskier than usual.
He just stares down where his cock is sheathed inside of me in astonishment and it’s got me curious. I wince when I try to sit up, the switching of positions causing a stinging sensation. I ignore it and look down at where we’re joined.
I see blood coating his cock and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by a mass of emotion that washes over me that I slap a hand over my mouth and my shoulders start to shake.
Creed’s eyes meet mine again as his hands grip my knees, keeping them spread wide for him. “Fuck. Collins, were you a…?”
I’m fucking hysterical at this point and it fuels the wild and lost look in his eyes, at a sudden loss for words. Finally I suck in a deep breath and a singular, loud, barking laugh escapes me.
I can’t fucking believe this.