39. Collins
Chapter 39
Collins
I ntense pleasure between my thighs has me moaning in my sleep.
A slow, languid lick up the slit of my pussy, and the circling of a warm, wet tongue around my clit causes my hips to buck before the motion starts all over again. Heat floods my core, and I know I’m becoming increasingly wet based on just how slippery the lips feel that are devouring me.
Eyes closed, I whimper as I reach down, my fingers lacing through soft, messy strands of damp hair, desperate to pull that sinful tongue impossibly closer, needing it harder against my swollen, needy flesh.
It’s when a long finger slowly enters my pussy, pumping so slow and languid that I crack my eyes open. Ice blue irises stare back at me, leaving me breathless as Creed smiles a wicked, victorious grin against my throbbing core before he clamps his teeth lightly around my clit. I yelp, the sensation fully waking me, and the tiny surge of pain is quickly replaced with pleasure when he licks it better, his tongue laving in a slow, lazy circle around my tender flesh.
“You taste fucking divine. ” He growls before turning his head and nipping at my thigh, his finger lazily thrusting in and out of me. “I kept thinking about you during tonight’s show, you know.” A kiss right above my mound. “Thinking about the way that sexy little outfit looked hugging your tight little body.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Thinking about how bad I wanted to rip it off of you and fuck your beautiful cunt in front of fifty-thousand fans.” Another kiss, right over my clit. “You bring out this primal need to show the world who the fuck you belong to.”
His dirty words have me panting and my eyes begin to roll in the back of my head when he adds a second finger, the beckoning motion he switched to hitting my g-spot every goddamned time. I cry out, my voice breaking. “Oh, God ,”
“Just Creed will do, baby.” Holy fucking hell. It’s the second time he’s called himself a god tonight but before I can rebuke his cocky attitude, I’m sent to another plane of existence when he dives back in, eating me like I’m his last meal and he’s been starved. Licking, sucking, biting, fingers drawing more and more pleasure from my body, sending my pussy into sensory overload but I refuse to beg him to stop because I’m seconds from coming apart on his face and fingers.
I grip his hair tighter when he shifts positions, adding a third finger, his thrusting so deliciously brutal that I know I’m going to be feeling him tomorrow with how well and truly fucked I am, in every sense of the word. His earlier ravaging combined with the way he’s now playing my body like his favorite instrument; I have a feeling I’ll have a multitude of bruises decorating my most sensitive areas down there. I smile at the thought of wearing Creed’s marks, erasing all other touch before him.
“Fuck, don’t stop, please…” I pant, my body shaking, aching to release. “I’m so fucking close, Creed please.”
“Mm” he hums in response. The vibration of the sound zapping straight through me, the sensation fucking incredible. I feel the heat blooming deeper in my belly, my pussy clamping around his fingers, my thighs quivering and tightening around his face as he ravages me. “Fucking soak my face, beautiful girl. I want to wear the mess you make of me when I sink my cock into this pretty little pussy of yours.”
Jesus fucking Christ I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his dirty talk. I start to protest when it feels like he’s going to pull away, but his fingers surge impossibly deeper inside me, stroking my sensitive walls that has my voice disappearing, silently screaming his name. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, which he must feel, too, because he smirks against my pussy before closing his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard.
“ Creed!” I brokenly cry his name like it’s a prayer and a plea as an intense orgasm rushes over my entire body. My eyes glaze over in ecstasy as I whimper and mewl, gripping, twisting, and pulling his hair hard enough that it’s got to be to the point of pain, riding his face as wave after wave crashes over me. Only when my hips sag back to the plush bed does he slow his movements, coaxing me back down from the intense high.
I wince as he removes his three fingers, but the raw soreness is quickly forgotten when he sucks my arousal from each one slowly, one at a time. My eyes are locked on the sinful way his lips wrap around each digit, his eyes rolling back as he tastes me again.
The thickness of his thighs wedges mine farther apart, but he doesn’t settle on top of me like he usually does. Instead, he grips my wrists, yanking me up until I’m straddling him, the familiar position from earlier sending a flood of arousal through my core and I feel my wetness soaking the underside of Creed’s cock. I grip his shoulders tight as he pulls me down, grinding my over-sensitive pussy over his rigid length. I moan but he swallows the sound when his lips claim mine. He bands one arm around my lower back, holding me close, encouraging me to rock back and forth, the motion making me damn near twitch with the little sparks of pleasure. His other hand tangles in my hair at the base of my skull, gripping tightly as his mouth devours mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping in, meeting mine in soft, languid strokes .
His kisses drift down my jaw, licking and nipping along my neck as he murmurs against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Stardust .” He bites into my shoulder and I cry out his name. “Fuck, baby, I love the way you say my name.”
My hands drift from his shoulders, up his neck, and into his dark strands and lift his head until my forehead is resting against his, our lips a hairsbreadth apart. I whisper, “I may call out your name like you’re my own personal god, but I fucking love the way you worship me like I’m yours.”
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses through his teeth when I press down on his steel erection. “You still sore, baby?” I see the concern hidden deep in his eyes, but I know I’m getting exactly what I want because unchecked lust and desire are swimming in the forefront of his gaze.
I give him a wanton smile, leaning forward and biting down on his lower lip. I whisper against his mouth, “I am, but it’s the best kind of sore. And right now, I need you to fuck me, Creed.”
Apparently that’s all the green light he needed because the next second he’s lifting me from his lap and I’m being pushed down onto all fours, facing away from him and towards the door. I freeze when I notice that the safety chain isn’t latched in the door, but then I remember how the doors have an automatic locking mechanism, so it’s not like anyone can just come strolling in.
The moment my body relaxes in Creed’s grip, he’s upon me again in no time and I feel the soft warmth of his body and his rigid cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass, the warm metal of his piercing sending a shiver up my spine.
Fucking love that piercing.
I wiggle my hips, silently begging him to give me what I want. His hand caresses along my spine, running between my shoulder blades all the way down to one of the globes of my ass. I yelp, jumping slightly when he spanks me there, the loud crack of skin on skin startling me. The sting feels so good in contrast to the way the head of his cock keeps swiping along my slit.
Getting impatient, I reach down between my legs and grasp his cock, pumping his thick length from between my thighs. His hips buck against me, trying to find purchase as I stroke him with a firm grip. “ Fuck , Collins,” I earn a deliriously sinful moan from him when I line him up with my entrance and back myself onto his cock. He twitches and throbs as he slowly enters me. I rock back and forth, coating his length with my wetness, allowing him to slip deeper inside. “Such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock inside like it’s been starving for me.”
“Yes,” I whimper then gasp when he bottoms out inside of me. Creed’s fingers grip my hips tightly, a contented sigh leaving his lips, both of us reveling in the feeling of being filled to the brim with pleasure.
“Grip the sheets baby, I can’t go slow right now.” He growls as he draws himself out of me, then snaps his hips forward, his skin meeting mine in a harsh slap as he buries himself to the hilt again. He sets a brutal, punishing pace that has my pussy throbbing, the heat of my core becoming molten with the way the piercing at the head of his cock keeps rubbing and bumping against my g-spot.
The noise I make is purely animal as he pounds into me, his fingers tightening into a bruising grip on my hips. “Look at you,” he says between pants, “so fucking beautiful bent over and taking this cock like my good girl.”
His thrusts never falter, and the feeling of his balls continually slapping against my clit pushes me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. My eyes roll back when he reaches around with one hand and thrums my clit with two fingers. I wish I could see his face, but it’s not hard to imagine the look of pure divinity when a deep groan and a string of curses are ripped from his chest, the vibrations of the sound coursing through my body, pulling a moan of my own past my lips.
He leans over my body, the weight of him sending a wave of security over me that’s quickly chased by a jolt of pleasure as he rolls his hips and whispers in my ear, his voice deep and smoky, “You gonna come for me, Stardust ? ”
“Fuck yes,” I pant between thrusts. “ Please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” I beg, the words leaving my lips becoming incoherent when he picks up his pace, his thrusts punishing and his fingers unrelenting against my sensitive clit.
“That’s it, baby, I fucking love when you beg.” He rasps. “Now fucking come for me.” He commands and like the good girl he says that I am, I obey. My whole body shudders as my release explodes from my core, spreading throughout my trembling body, right down to the tips of my fingers. One orgasm rolls into another when he releases my hip with his free hand and presses his thumb against my ass, the digit barely breaching the tight ring of muscle but the pressure sends me careening over the edge once more.
“ Ohmygod, Creed, yes,” I pant, unshed tears flooding my eyes, feeling like I’m on the verge of sobbing from how blissed out and over-sensitive I am.
Creed keeps himself seated deep inside me as he pulls me up until my back meets his sweat-slicked chest. He hasn’t come yet. How the fuck can he hold out for so long? I expel a contented sigh, resting my head back against his shoulder and reaching one hand around to the back of his neck and pulling him down to meet my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
“I fucking loved watching you tonight,” He murmurs against my lips, his voice soft and low, a bit raspy from its overuse during the concert tonight.
“I loved watching you, too,” I whisper back, allowing a soft smile to play at my lips and I find myself thankful for the lull in this heated moment between us. I look forward to all of the nights when he fucks me like he’s mad at the world, but I live for these brief moments when he’s tender.
His hand that was playing with my pussy drifts up, clutching my throat in a soft but firm grip while the other winds around my middle, holding me tight to his hard body. The scent of my arousal permeates my senses and that, mixed with the smell of sweat and sex in the air, has my well-used body ready for another round already.
“I wonder,” he kisses just below my ear. “Did you enjoy watching anyone else tonight, Collins?”
I freeze at his words, working to keep my breathing even, though I’m sure he can feel my pulse pounding just as loud as I can hear it whooshing through my ears right now.
“W-what do you mean?” I don’t deny it, but I want to know what exactly he’s figured out, and how he feels about it. He’d been doing little odd things over the last few days to push me and Riley closer together, but I don’t know if it was some sort of test for the two of us, and if it was, did I fail the last one by kissing Riley on the cheek? It was glaringly obvious what I had done with the bright purple kiss mark on his face, right there near his scar. But fuck, Creed is the one who encouraged it. Was it a trick?
Panic starts to grapple at my resolve, threatening to cave in and just confess, but I can’t stand the thought of losing or hurting Creed, so I have no idea how to navigate this and come out with our brand new relationship unscathed. I just got him. I can’t lose him.
And is this really the time to be having this conversation? While his cock is still buried balls-deep inside of me? The feel of his thumb stroking softly over my pulse point before slightly tightening his grip—not in a threatening way, but firm enough to ground me—and it oddly makes me feel better.
A little.
“Did you enjoy seeing anyone else up on that stage?” he asks once more, repeating himself slower this time. He nips at my ear and a broken moan escapes me. I want to turn myself around to see him but the moment I move, he grips my jaw tightly, making sure I don’t get the opportunity. His hold doesn’t hurt, but it is firm, so I don’t fight it. He dips his head, his nose running up the side of my cheek before placing a chaste kiss in the same spot before he speaks again. “Like, I don’t know, a certain brown-eyed, auburn haired drummer?”
“ Creed — ”
“ Because I think ,” he interrupts, his lips continuing their explorative trek down the column of my neck before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder and biting. Hard . I cry out, my hands flying up and gripping at his arm that’s wrapped around my waist. He speaks into the crook of my neck, his warm breaths sending a shiver skittering up my spine. “—that he really enjoyed watching you, too, Stardust .” I can’t help but whimper at the feel of his tongue licking at his bite mark. “I think he enjoyed the feel of your lips against his skin and I’d be willing to bet that he wants that purple lipstick on a lot more than just his cheek.”
His cock twitches inside of me at his own words and it’s got my brain fizzling and popping on system overload.
Ah—What?
Ever so slowly, he lifts his head and he releases his grip on my jaw, so I twist my neck to look him in the eye and say…I don’t fucking know what to say because I can’t and won’t deny what I feel for Riley, but I’m afraid to speak the truth because the last thing I want is for the little family formed between Riley and Creed to crumble because of the latter believing the former is out to steal his girl.
My brow furrows when he just stares at me, apparently waiting for me to say something. Fucking anything.
“Creed, what are you saying? Why are you saying this?” My words are cut off with a sudden moan when he slowly pumps in and out of me once. Just once.
He thinks Riley wants me? Did Riley say something to him? Fuck, I am not even sure how he feels so that’s a whole other reason as to why I don’t want to say anything.
“ Creed,” I hiss his name to get him to answer me, and I try to catch his eyes in the process.
But Creed isn’t looking at me.
He’s staring straight ahead.
Though, the look on his face isn’t angry, or pissed, or even shocked at my silence. It’s soft, almost endearing . Inviting. His eyes never leave the spot in which he’s staring, so I follow his gaze, right to the door to our room. The door I’d noticed wasn’t latched earlier. One that I swear wasn’t open a moment before.
Yet standing in the door frame, looking nervous as hell with his hands in his pockets, stands the second man to ever claim a piece of my heart for his own without even knowing it; Riley Graves.
Soulful, deep brown eyes are locked onto me before they drift lower, to where Creed and I are still connected, then snap back to mine. There’s trepidation in his eyes, but it’s overshadowed and glistening with intense longing and lust.
In this darkened room, Riley’s eyes look nearly black. I’ve noticed when he feels passionately about something, if it makes him emotional, his dark eyes shimmer—much like they are right now—and look like he’s on the verge of tears. I love that about him, though. It’s just the immense way that Riley’s emotions are worn so vividly on his sleeve.
Creed’s hands softly caress my sides and the flesh of my belly as he looks down at me, momentarily drawing my attention away from Riley. His ice blue eyes hold no malice at his next question, only intrigue and curiosity. He bends his head, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers loud enough for the three of us to hear. “Do you want my best friend, Collins?”
My breathing stutters in my chest. “Creed,” It’s meant to be a plea, but it turns into a crying moan when he flexes his hips almost imperceptibly, but it pushes his pierced cock deeper within me, and my brain goes fuzzy for a moment.
“Let me rephrase that, baby.” He lifts his head on a dark chuckle, looking in Riley’s direction but he’s still speaking to me when he asks, “Do you want him, too?”
“Too?” I parrot.
This time his whisper is so soft in my ear; I know it’s meant for only me to hear. “Yes or no, Collins? I’ll tell him to fuck off right now if you don’t want him.”
I lock eyes with Riley, and the way he’s looking at me has my body warring between bursting into tears and pussy clenching hard around Creed’s cock. He bites back a groan, his hands flexing and squeezing my hips. I keep my eyes on Riley when I ask, “What happens to us if I do?”
Neither of us looks away, but the unspoken answer to the question I just asked hangs heavy in the air between the two of us. We both know what we want. Riley’s eyes are begging me to say yes , to not turn him away. Without even having to say a word, Riley has given me his answer. Creed has given me the power, but his dick twitching deep inside my pussy is making it hard to see any rational side of this entire odd exchange.
Creed is still gripping me tightly when he finally answers. “If you do,” his voice is rough and gritty as he grips the underside of my jaw again with this calloused, tattooed hand and turns my head so that my eyes meet his bright blue gaze. “It changes nothing between us,” he pulls me against his chest and my heart lurches in my chest, and it feels like a massive weight is instantly lifted. He doesn’t stop there, though. He uses his grip on my jaw to steer me back to where Riley still waits patiently in the doorway before he continues, “but changes everything between us.”
Us.
Not ‘us’ as in me and Creed and our feelings for one another, but ‘us’ as in me, Creed, and Riley. I have no idea what it means to be in a relationship with two men at the same time, but I do know without a shadow of a doubt that I am undeniably in love with Creed, and that my feelings towards Riley are quickly heading that direction, too, but never once have my feelings for the other dimmed in that realization.
It's selfish of me, wanting them both. But they want me, too. I close my eyes for just a moment, knowing everything is about to change. “Yes.” I say as I open my eyes again, looking right at my fun-loving, tender-hearted drummer. I speak confidently, directly to him when I say, “I do. I want you, Riley Benjamin.” I reach my hand out to him, the physical invitation leaving no room for error in interpretation. “I—I need you. Please .” My plea sounds more like a whimper and he answers with the softest groan that makes my core clench around Creed.
Creed kisses the top of my head and I feel him smile against my hair. His hands move to cup my breasts, his calloused fingers tweaking at my already-hardened nipples. I moan and he chuckles before calling across the room. “Fucking finally.” He chuckles, and I make a mental note to circle back to that comment later. “You heard her, Ri. You better get your ass in here and show our girl exactly how you feel about her.”