38. Creed
Chapter 38
Creed
L aughing.
That’s what Collins is doing right now? She’s fucking laughing?
I look back down at the blood that is coating my cock and I’m trying really hard to compose myself but I’ve already lost all sense of reason. I need to get her quiet so I can figure out what the fuck is going on so I pull out and thrust back in, a little rougher than necessary but a shocked gasp escapes her lips, effectively cutting off the laughter.
If she really was a virgin, a little fucking warning would’ve been nice. There’s no way I could fuck her soft and sweet after the way she had me use her mouth like my own little sex doll, but still. Fucking warn a guy.
Can I really complain here, though? Fuck no, because the thought of being Collins’ first turns me on like nothing else and I’m ready to fucking claim her repeatedly until she passes out from orgasm overload.
I notice in the dark room that her shoulders are shaking and when I lean down and get closer to her face, there are tears tracking down her beautiful, freckled cheeks.
Oh, hell no. No tears unless I’m causing them from too much pleasure.
“What the fuck, baby? What’s wrong? Did I—Are you alright?” I stumble over my own words, not having a clue how to navigate this. I don’t fuck virgins. Or at least, I didn’t.
She quickly nods and swipes at her eyes, a freakishly sweet smile plastered on her face has a chill racing up my spine and I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.
What it’s doing is freaking me the fuck out because I have no idea what the hell is happening right now. She looks borderline manic but I secretly love the crazed smile because now she really looks like she belongs with me.
She’s still not speaking and I’m dying to fuck her into next Sunday so I just blurt out like a jackass, “You were a virgin?”
There’s really no soft way to ask while my cock is already buried balls-deep inside of her.
“No,” She rasps, but I’m even more confused because the blood on my cock says otherwise. I pump slowly in and out of her again, and her eyes flare and she hisses softly. I’ve got to start moving or my dick might explode from anticipation. “I tried once when I was seventeen,” she says but the last words are hard to make out around her giggles. “He had a pencil dick that never even got fully hard, so I guess…everything stayed…intact.”
Well, fuck me sideways.
A slow, wicked grin takes over my face, matching hers from earlier. I pull out of her almost all the way before slamming back in, making her cry out, but by the way her pussy pulses around me and her hands grip my hair, her heels digging into my ass tells me that she loves the roughness.
I fuck her slow but rough for a few more beats until her cries turn into soft moans, each one growing louder as my hips slap against her bare flesh harder and faster with every thrust.
“Whoever he was,” I growl, my hand gripping her neck, “He doesn’t fucking count. He doesn’t even fucking exist anymore. This is mine.”
“Yes,” she cries out, one of her hands leaving my hair to grip my forearm of the hand that’s clenched around her throat. “Yours. Only yours.” I can tell from the look in her bright green eyes that even she doesn’t quite believe that statement.
Well, we’ll see about that.
I don’t answer her because I know she’s right. She is mine. But she belongs to Riley, too, she just doesn’t know it yet.
I lean up and grip both of her legs, lifting and pressing them back until her knees meet her chest. I squeeze her thighs together and set back to fucking her. The change in angle has Collins arching off the bed, a silent scream trying to push past her throat that ends on the sexiest rasping groan that puts porn stars to shame. The sound alone makes my dick twitch and pulse inside of her.
I look at Collins and notice that her pretty face has streaks of mascara tracking down her cheeks, a testament to the way I fucked her mouth just minutes before in the car. She’s a fucking mess and all I want to do is dirty her up even more. I want her to shatter and fall apart for me over and over. When she’s fully sated and dick-drunk, I’ll then show her just how good it can be to have another lover in her life.
To have two of us who will give her all the love and care and dick that her heart desires.
Romantic, I know.
I take her legs and push them over, forcing her to roll onto her side. I press my palm into her thigh, pressing her legs tightly together and thrust into her again, this time pulling a low, sensuous moan from my girl’s lips. She feels so fucking tight like this that it threatens to make me blow long before I’m ready. I know this position can make things seem a little less rough and a lot more full and judging by the way her eyes are fighting to roll to the back of her head, I’d say it’s a pretty accurate statement .
“Oh, fuck ,” she cries out, her voice cracking at the force she’s using to get the words out. I pound into her harder and I revel in the feel of my piercing rubbing against her inner walls as they clamp around my cock.
I watch nearly in awe as her body starts to shudder, her walls fluttering around me and I know she’s getting close. It’s a dick move to shift her again right before she comes, but I want to be as connected with her as possible the first time she comes on my cock. I turn her to her back once more, but this time I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hoist until she’s straddling my thighs and her arms are locked tight around my neck.
“I need you to ride me, baby.” I pant, our breaths mingling as Collins’ jade gaze meets mine, her full, pouty lips just a whisper away as she catches her breath. My hands glide down to her ass and I pull her up and down along my length, encouraging her to take what she needs. After a few helpful strokes, she takes over, her hips canting on their own, grinding her sweet, soaked pussy all over my cock.
One of my hands finds its way into her hair, my fingers tangling in the cotton candy colored strands and grip her tight at the back of her skull. I keep her face close to mine and leave a trail of licks and kisses across her lips, down her cheek, along the slender column of her throat, and across her collar bone. She mewls as she adjusts her feet and starts to bounce on my cock and the slight change has it jerking and desperate to spill inside of her. I groan out loud and bite down onto her shoulder with how fucking good she feels.
“Goddamn, baby,” I moan against her sweat-slicked skin, her fingers grip my hair as she ups the pace and I can tell she’s close again. This time I can’t delay it. I need my release, but more than that, I need my beautiful girl to come all over me. I want to watch her fall apart for me. “I can feel your sweet pussy gripping my cock so fucking tight, Stardust. You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she nods, our noses brushing. Her movements become erratic and I can tell she’s getting worn out so I grip her ass with one hand and help her with each thrust and snake the other between us and start to rub her clit with the pads of my two middle fingers. I grin when I feel how absolutely soaking wet she is for me, she’s dripping all over my cock. “ Fuck, Creed, oh, God, I’m going to—” she cuts off with the most blissful cry as she shatters for me.
I pull back only enough to watch how beautifully she falls apart. She always looks fucking divine when she’s in the throes of an orgasm, but holy fuck does she look like a goddess when she’s falling apart on my cock.
“ Fuuuck, baby, look at you. You’re doing so fucking good, coming all over my cock like the good fucking girl that you are.” If she wasn’t already flushed from her release, I’d say she’s blushing even harder as she slows down to an eventual stop and rests her head in the crook of my neck.
“Creed,” she whispers, her breaths tickling at the side of my neck. “That was?—”
“Fucking everything?” I finish for her and she lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine before a soft, sweet smile pulls slightly at her lips.
“Yes.” She answers, still panting.
“Well then, let’s do it all over again, yeah?” I ask, pressing my still aching cock up into her and she gasps in surprise.
“Again?” She asks, her cute little brows furrowing in confusion. I thrust again and her eyes widen a bit. “You—you mean you didn’t…?”
“You think I’d come after only giving you one orgasm with my cock?”
“Considering this is very much my first time having real sex, I have no idea what’s normal and what’s not.” She says sheepishly, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to beat on my chest and howl like a goddamned animal the thought of being her technical first.
“I need you to give me at least one more before I’ll even think about coming, Stardust.”
I don’t give her time to argue when I push her onto her back and pull out long enough to bend down and run my tongue up through her soaking wet pussy, licking up every bit of arousal she dripped while riding my cock. I groan at the taste of her on my tongue. I love the way she moans and her hips buck as I lap her up—whether it’s to get me off of her from how tender her flesh is, or to try and get me closer, I’m not sure, but there’s no fucking way I’m stopping now.
I look up at her from between her creamy thighs and give her one command. “Open.”
She immediately obeys, giving me her tongue as well. She waits for me so patiently with her mouth open, her breaths shallow and needy as I gather every bit of remaining release that paints her skin, my tongue delving inside of her before pulling out and tracing up her clit, then crawling up her body and settling my weight between her thighs. Still she waits with her lips parted and tongue out like the good girl she is and I don’t hesitate to lower my head and spit her release back into her mouth.
She jerks a little in shock, but it’s me who’s surprised when she smiles as she swallows and fucking licks her lips before pressing them to mine.
Yeah, Collins was fucking made for me.
I slide my still-hard cock back inside of her wet heat hands-free, our lips still connected, mouths ravaging, kissing, nipping, and claiming when I start to up my pace once more. A small part in the back of my brain keeps niggling at me to take it easy, as I’m sure I’m fucking her raw, and not in the most fun way, but by the way she’s gripping me tighter and rocking her hips up into me, I’d say she either gets off on a little pain or she’s feeling really fucking good.
“You sore, baby?” I ask, knowing damn good and well I won’t be stopping regardless of her answer unless she tells me to.
“A little,” she answers, but there’s an upturn to her lips and she moans when my dick twitches inside her. “But don’t you dare stop.”
So it’s a little of both, then. I continue fucking her at this pace, keeping my body close to hers, enjoying every breathy sound of pleasure as it rings throughout the room, echoing off the walls like the sweetest fucking song to ever grace my ears .
I’m getting closer to coming, but I’ll be damned if I don’t make her come again before I do. I lift into a pushup position but with my hands gripping her thighs and pressing them to her chest and set a relentless pace, fucking dicking her down into the mattress, hoping like fuck that the harsh pounding leaves bruises on her ass that will make her think of me for the next week as they fade.
Her cries and pleas get louder with every thrust, but her words are only begging me to keep going, specifically a don’t you dare fucking stop , repeatedly falling from her sinful lips as I watch her tits bounce. They’re so goddamned tantalizing that I can’t help but release one of her thighs just long enough to slap the side of her breast before resuming my position. Her pussy nearly strangles my cock over the action and she cries out, a sudden orgasm rippling throughout her body, causing her to shiver and shake, her pussy coating us in a new wetness we’d yet to experience.
She fucking squirted on me.
Fuck, I can’t wait to do that again.
She’s too blissed out to notice the massive mess she’d just made and I know I can’t hold back any longer.
“Where do you want me, baby?” I grit out, still fucking her with abandon and I’m shocked when her last orgasm rolls into another smaller one, her pussy refusing to give my dick any grace. I moan out, “I’m about to fucking come and I need to know where you want it because I’m about to paint your body, Stardust. You decide if it’s on the inside or out.”
“Inside me,” She pants, her lids fluttering. I know she won’t last much longer, but neither do I. I’m about to ask her if she’s protected, but she whispers, her cracked voice a barely audible, “implant.”
That’s all I need to know and in three hard thrusts, I come with a howl like a fucking animal as I release all that I am inside of her.
I wait until my dick twitches one last time before pulling out of her and rolling to my side, pulling her body against mine, uncaring that we’re covered in sweat and our mixed releases. She turns to face me, burying her nose into the crook of my neck, her arm slung over my chest and her leg hiked up over my thigh. She releases a sleepy sigh and I know she’s just moments from passing out.
When I feel my cum leaking down from her and onto my thigh, I reach down with one hand and scoop it up, dragging it back up to her and gently press my fingers inside of her, making sure she keeps every last drop of me with her. The way she moans sleepily has my cock twitching, even in its thoroughly spent state.
I take a deep, much-needed breath. I already knew I wouldn’t ever let her go, what we just did solidified that. My girl was fucking made for me. She was made for my rough fucking and took everything I gave her with a literal smile on her face. But I also know that she craves the sweet, tender moments, too. A side I could give to her, but I know it’s something that Riley could give to her as well, if she’d only open up her heart to the idea.
“ Stardust ?” I whisper into the dark of the room. I can tell by her breathing that she’s not asleep yet, but pretty damn close. I need her awake just long enough to answer one question. “You trust me, right?”
She yawns and snuggles deeper into my side, completely unbothered that we haven’t even cleaned up yet. Luckily most of the moisture her body expelled had landed on my abs and thighs so the bed beneath us isn’t wet. Which is a small mercy with how sleepy Collins sounds as she answers my question without hesitation. “With my life.”
Done .
Fucking sold.
She just gave me the ammunition I need to see my plan through. She’s too sleepy to ask me why but she doesn’t need to. I wait until her breathing evens out before gently sliding out from beneath her before heading to the bathroom. I flip on the soft lighting and catch the faint tinge of the pink blood coating my cock and thighs. I can’t help but grin at the sight. She may not be a virgin in terms of experiences but knowing that I was the first to give her this pleasure while taking something so preciously given has my well-spent cock half-hard again.
I tell myself unconvincingly that I’ll shower and clean myself later but for now I grab a washcloth and soak it in warm water before padding back into the bedroom where Collins is now gripping my pillow and trying to snuggle it like she was with me earlier. Planting one knee on the edge of the bed, I lean over, parting her thighs and have to fight a groan when I see in the darkness of the room just how beautifully well-used and swollen her pussy looks. I fight the urge to lick and devour her again as I start to clean her up. A low moan escapes her lips but she otherwise doesn’t react.
Once she’s all cleaned up, I toss the rag into the sink and return to the bedroom, snagging my phone off of the nightstand as I go.
Laying down next to my girl, but too wired to sleep, I check my messages. I have a few from Lachlan, one from who I’m assuming is Callan, his older brother, and head of whatever underground organized crime they run, and three from Riley. I start by opening those from the McTavish brother’s first.
Lachlan (10:01 p.m.): No new updates on the whereabouts of Collins’ foster father.
Lachlan (11:17 p.m.): I’ll keep an eye out for suspicious activity not only in the city, but monitoring for threats on her old phone, as well, after the horseshit you pulled by kissing her onstage.
Unknown: Stop causing my brother unnecessary stress because you can’t control yourself in public. I think you’re in the clear with how heavily she was disguised, but we can’t be too cautious. We don’t know how long he’s been monitoring her. Please exercise caution and keep her out of the limelight at least until the threat is located and taken care of.
Lachlan (11:32 p.m.): Another crude message just came through, but nothing of substance. no pictures attached, and nothing to indicate that he is privy to her location. We tried to intercept the signal but there’s some new technology that’s scrambling it.
I think back to the way I’d claimed Collins on stage. I didn’t regret a damn thing in the moment, but the last thing I want is to put her life in danger, so I can see now how it’s not one of my greatest moments.
I type out a quick response.
Me: Thanks for the update. I’ll do everything I can to keep her identity hidden from the public until this fucker is taken down.
And because I feel like an ass for making his job harder, I shoot off another one.
Me: Thank you for all you’ve done to help. I appreciate you stepping in to help keep my girl safe.
It’s nearly midnight and I don’t expect him to answer, so swipe out of his messages and open the messages from Ri.
Riley: You sure about this? It’s fuckin’ weird how cavalier you’re being about all of this. I swear to God if this is a joke I’m fuckin’ running away.
Riley: I’m supposed to leave in ten minutes and I’m freaking the fuck out. You’ve got that long to tell me to fuck off.
Riley: I’m gonna fucking puke.
I chuckle at the last one but right before I respond to tell him to calm the fuck down, another text from him pops up and the message has my body humming with excitement.
Riley: Pulling into the parking garage.
I grin like a madman and my heart beats rapidly in my chest with excitement and anticipation.
Me: Front desk has your key. See you soon.
Is this the most ethical way to show Collins and Riley we’d make a great throuple? Nope. But it’s a fucking start. Collins and Riley have been eyeing each other and walking on eggshells around me and their budding feelings for one another, so what better way to tell them to go for it than for me to initiate it?
I’m growing hard as fuck at the possibilities the rest of this night could bring, and I’ve got at least fifteen minutes before Riley gets here. I look over at the sleeping beauty who stole my heart—and my fucking sanity—and holds each in the palm of her tiny hands and I’m suddenly starving for her again.
I stroke my cock, her dried release wetting all over again with my precum as I settle myself between her thighs once more.