41. Riley
Chapter 41
Riley
I blink at the sight across the room from me. Collins’ beautifully naked body fully bared to me on her knees, Creed also naked behind her, and though it’s dark in the room, I know his cock is still fully seated deep inside her perfect pussy. All that thought does is turn me on more.
This is not what I meant when I told Creed we needed to handle approaching this with care.
“Yes,” Collins whispers, the word broken. But her jade green eyes meet mine and Creed never stops touching, caressing her skin as she looks at me and admits the words I’ve been only dreaming of hearing. “I want you.” She reaches one hand out for me and that one gesture is like a line straight to my heart. “I—I need you. Please, Riley.”
I push off the doorway and groan softly. Creed chuckles after kissing the top of Collins’ head and looks at me over the top of her head and says with a salacious grin, “You heard her, Ri. You better get your ass in here and show our girl exactly how you feel about her.”
Holy shit .
This is real.
I don’t know why a part of me thought that this was all some cruel prank against me. Years of my own mother’s verbal abuse had conditioned that trait into me. To want something so badly, only to have it ripped away from me while laughing in my face.
“Ri,” Collins moans when Creed starts to move again, thrusting in and out of her, his cock disappearing between her thighs and my eyes are automatically drawn to the erotic sight.
The desperation in that one little syllable of my nickname falling from her lips has my feet moving quick and without thought. I fucking adore this girl and I can’t believe I get to prove that to her. That she wants me to show her.
So I do.
I take her outstretched hand and refuse to let go as I crawl across the bed on my knees, more desperate than ever to feel her lips on mine. I cup her face with one hand and she smiles up at me as if I were the answer to her prayers. Fuck me, if I weren’t already on my knees, that smile would’ve brought me to them. She reaches up and fists my t-shirt tight with her free hand and pulls me impossibly closer, her head tipping back, her full, pouty lips demanding mine.
“You want me?” I whisper, my eyes locked on hers and I can’t hide the vulnerability in the question that slips past my lips.
Creed kisses her neck as he shifts his hips again. He’s quiet, but he’s helping to keep her grounded in this moment, to keep her from slipping into her own mind. I guess he really knows what he’s doing and wasn’t kidding when he said he had a plan.
Collins nods in my grip as a watery smile graces her face. “I do.” She whispers back.
“ Fuck , Snow.” I groan before closing the distance and kissing her the way I’ve been dying to from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
Slow and tender. Savoring.
Her lips are so fucking soft and they move so perfectly against mine. She opens for me and the moment her tongue touches mine, I’m gone. I grip her face with both hands and our kiss turns hard and frenzied.
I don’t even mind that my first kiss is messy and frankly all over the place, with the way Creed has started pounding into her from behind. I don’t pretend he isn’t there, but I am completely unbothered by his presence. I can’t even explain how or why everything in this moment, everything that will be , is exactly right.
I nip at her lower lip before trailing my mouth down along the line of her jaw, using my thumbs to lift her chin higher, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to that sweet spot in her neck that Creed was lapping at earlier. Her little mewls and the feel of both of her hands now sinking into my hair, gripping it tightly at the roots only spurs me on. I pull our bodies as flush as I can get them, tasting every inch of her skin that I can reach.
“Fuck, baby, you gonna come for me? I can feel this sweet pussy tightening around my cock.” Creed grits out between thrusts.
“Fuck,” She pants, and her grip on my hair tightens. “Yes,” her hands pull at my hair, making me lift my head from my exploration to meet her eyes. Those beautiful green orbs volley between mine in the dark of the room and she whispers against my lips, her body bobbing forward with each thrust. “Touch me, please.”
Fuuuuck. I’d do anything for this girl. Except I’ve never touched another woman. Other than the occasional awkward side-hug from Ayla. I’m entirely inexperienced. Sure, I’ve watched porn, so I’ve seen how men handle women, but it’s completely different when there’s a wanton woman in front of me begging me to touch her. A woman whom I’ve completely fallen for, without even touching her.
Panic seizes me and she catches it but she doesn’t falter. Doesn’t judge me as she takes my hand and guides it to the apex of her thighs. She shudders when my middle finger grazes her clit and the feel of her soft, warm, wet flesh has me nearly ready to come in my pants.
Her hand never leaves the top of mine as she shows me what she likes, how to touch her, the right motions and pressure around her clit, and I slowly take over the ministrations. I lean down and kiss her slowly in a silent thank you.
Creed grunts and grips her chin, pulling her head backwards away from my lips and I can’t help but chase that touch, until he angles her head so he can kiss her hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.
I search for that jealousy when I look at the two of them together, but instead I feel an odd excitement that I could one day share that same sexual chemistry with Collins that she has with Creed.
I bite my lip and savor the feeling of Collins’ slick pussy gliding back and forth across my fingers, her body now taking over the motions, fucking herself back onto Creed’s cock while riding my hand. Her head falls back against his shoulder and she nearly screams out our names at the same time her whole body shudders as an orgasm rolls over her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Stardust . Isn’t she, Ri?” His eyes lock on mine as he slows his thrusts, his hands wrapping around her body, just under her perky tits. I nod frantically because I’ve lost all words. There really is nothing sexier than Collins falling apart for us. Us.
The thought hits me like a bullet to the chest.
Creed smiles at me, but it’s not the cocksure grin that he usually gives. This one is full of acceptance. Acceptance of what this is, and what this moment means for all of us. That there is an ‘us’ now. Because Collins wants me. Wants me like she wants Creed. We want her, together. I thought it would be fucking weird to share a girlfriend, but this is honestly the most normal relationship I’ve ever had.
Coming out of her blissful state, Collins’ hands slip under my shirt, lifting it higher. “I need this off.” I smile, wasting no time to grip the fabric at the back of my neck and pull it over my head, tossing it haphazardly over my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes roll back at the same time she groans, her soft hands stroking down my now-bare chest. “Why the fuck is that so hot? I’m going to make you two put shirts on just to make you take them off. Like, all the time.”
Both of us chuckle at that. I watch Collins as her eyes travel down the length of my body, starting at the purple lipstick that still adorns my cheek, and stopping at the obvious bulge in my jeans from being so fucking hard around her all the damn time. But tonight? I’m fucking solid as steel for so many reasons.
Seeing Collins get fucked.
Seeing her come.
Hearing her moan my name.
Her wanting me.
She grips my waistband and fumbles with the button frantically. “These too. Off.” She commands when she pulls the zipper down and yanks the jeans over my hips, revealing the fact that I had, indeed, gone commando today. “I need to taste you, Ri.”
“Wait, you don’t have to if you don’t want—” my protest is cut off when she pulls my cock from the confines of my jeans and a shocked gasp escapes her lips.
“Holy shit.” That was Creed. My head snaps up to see that he’s now also staring at my cock with an equal amount of shock as Collins when I look down to see her mouth hanging wide open, just staring at my dick like…what? I don’t know.
Is something wrong with it?
I start to freak out internally and look down at the dick that’s currently the subject of their stares. I don’t see anything wrong with it. Looks like a normal dick to me, it’s just a regular, intact dick. I keep myself trimmed so it’s not like I have an out of control bush growing like a goddamned caveman. I’m fucking sweating now because I have no idea what could be wrong with it and unease floods my mind?—
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Creed says as Collins pumps my cock a few times. She twists her fist around softly when she reaches the head of my cock and slips it down the other side, I notice how her fingers don’t even touch. “Riley, that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Creed’s eyes go wide as he looks up at me.
I huff a laugh and the gripping panic is quickly replaced with relief, and intense pleasure from the feel of Collins’ little hand wrapped around my dick. “Fucking Christ, you guys could’ve started with that,” I run a hand through my hair, releasing a heavy breath through puffed cheeks. “I thought there was something seriously wrong with me.”
Collins continues stroking me and my cock twitches in excitement when she leans down and spits on the head, spreading the wetness with her small fist, making my shaft slick, causing each stroke to become even more pleasurable. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head and I groan at the erotic sight.
She opens her mouth, about to say something but Creed barks a laugh. I look at him long enough to see that he’s still staring at my dick.
“Where the fuck do you hide that thing in those tight pants you wear all the time, man?” Creed says jokingly, like he isn’t still buried balls deep and thrusting inside of Collins. Like we’re not experiencing all of my sexual firsts for the first time together, while at the same time partaking in our first threesome together. This is definitely not the environment for casual conversation or jokes, but here he is—Creed being unapologetically Creed—completely unbothered.
“What? It’s not… I didn’t think it was that big.” I sputter out the last words and my whole body shivers when our sly little minx between us leans forward and flicks her tongue up the underside of my cock and hums when she gets to the precum leaking from the tip.
“Riley,” Creed deadpans, then pulls out of Collins, her little whine of protest slipping out as she continues stroking and licking me. My eyes roll back at the sensation because it’s getting harder to concentrate on anything that isn’t her hands or mouth, but I barely manage to follow Creed’s nod down at his own dick. My eyes widen when I see the two thick metal balls sticking out the tip and underside of his apparently bionic dick.
I snap my head back up to him and he chuckles low, his brows raised in amusement. “Look, I know I’ve got a pretty good sized dick,” Collins’ shoulders shake in silent laughter and he promptly smacks her on the ass, turning her laughter into a moan as he continues talking while rubbing out the spot he just spanked, “but now I’m glad I’ve got some extra equipment , knowing I have to compete with that fucking baseball bat swinging between your legs.”
“There is no competition, Creed.” She rasps as she reaches back with her free hand and grips his cock, giving him a few pumps before guiding him back into her awaiting pussy. She pushes herself back onto him, rocking her hips forward and back until she’s fully seated and moans loudly, earning a groan from Creed as he grips her hips. “Now I need you to fuck me hard because I need to taste Riley.” She looks up at me and her doe-eyed expression portrays an innocence that has no place in this room full of sins. “I want to feel this cock hit the back of my throat. So fucking grip my hair and fuck my skull, Riley Graves. I want to taste you for days.”
Her words may as well be a Goddess’ command, because holy. Fucking. Shit.
This is a whole new side of Collins that I never knew could exist. I knew she had a bossy mouth on her, but had no idea it existed in the bedroom, too. Judging by the way Creed curses under his breath, he obviously enjoys it, as much as I do.
But realization hits me and it gives me pause for a moment, because she’s not just dirty talking me. She’s giving me instructions without giving away my naivety and shining a spotlight on the fact that I’ve got no experience. She’s telling me exactly what she wants and how she wants it.
Fuck, I could marry this woman tomorrow for everything she’s doing for me while still wringing her pleasure from Creed.
“You heard our girl,” Creed says, groaning as he thrusts so hard her whole body jolts forward and she cries out in pleasure, her voice breaking at the pitch she reaches.
But she quickly rights herself, her eyes meeting mine as she commands, “be a good boy and fuck my face.”
My body threatens to collapse at the phrase good boy. Having never had a sexual experience that wasn’t my fist, I didn’t even consider what kinks I’d be into. But fuck, I’d do anything she asked, if it meant she’d call me her good boy again.
“Mm,” Creed hums, observing my reaction. “I think he likes that, baby.” He says as he slaps her ass again, and she moans, pressing her ass back into his palm as he smooths out the sting.
“Fuck yes,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I look down at Collins and she gives me a subtle nod before she wraps her pretty lips around the head of my cock and sucks. Stars instantly flash in my vision and I have to fight to not come immediately in her mouth.
I sink my fingers into her hair as she pulls out, running her wet lips up and down each side of my shaft, licking and kissing all sides, lubing it with her own spit. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my entire life.
Her hand continues to jerk my cock as her mouth seals around my length once more, her head bobbing as she sinks deeper and deeper. She’s barely halfway down the length of my cock before I feel the back of her throat and she gags once before inhaling through her nose and sinks even farther. The feel of my length slipping deeper into her mouth, down her throat sends a rush of euphoria throughout my body, making me shiver.
She continues the slow motions, hollowing out her cheeks, sucking with the perfect fucking pressure and pushes herself deeper and deeper until I know she can’t possibly fit any more of me. I glance down to see she’s still got the length of her fist wrapped around my base, squeezing me tight and she swallows several times around my cock.
I see white .
Fucking Christ. “Do that again.” I whimper. Fucking whimper , because that was holy hell that was an other-worldly sensation.
She listens and does it again and I hiss a curse at the feel of her throat squeezing impossibly tight around the head of my cock. She pops off and sucks in a deep breath, a string of saliva connecting her now swollen lips to the tip of my dick.
“Are you alright?” I pant, my fingers still gripping her hair. Her makeup is beautifully smeared and running down her cheeks.
“Mhmm,” she hums while still sucking down deep breaths. I’m about to tell her that she doesn’t have to torture herself by getting me off, but she dives back in, testing the limits of how far she can go before I can even form another word.
Once she’s comfortable with how much of me she can take, Creed—ever observant—takes note and begins to pound into her once more with a voracious intensity that has me fucking her throat without even having to move.
Heat spreads throughout my body, the feeling coiling tight and low in my belly, and it feels like it’s ready to fucking snap. I tighten my grip on her hair when she hums around my length and the vibration pushes me closer to the brink.
My head drops back and I moan at the ceiling, my hips starting to move on their own accord and I faintly hear Collins hum her approval through the buzzing now sounding through my ears at my impending orgasm. I don’t want to come yet, though. I’ve been craving her pussy and I want my first time with her to be spent pouring all of myself inside of her while having her fuck me.
I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood as my head drops back down to see my girl looking at me through wet lashes, her lips stretched around my hard length, her lithe body bouncing back and forth between me and Creed.
His movements stutter and his hands tighten to a bruising grip on her hips.
“I’m gonna fucking come, baby.” He pants out, reaching around to stroke her clit. “I want you to come on my cock while I fill up your sweet little pussy.” She screams out around my cock at whatever he’s doing with his hand and she shatters. I watch in the moonlit room as goosebumps spread across her skin and her whole body twitches from the sensation of her orgasm rocking throughout her body.
Feeling my own orgasm threatening to erupt, I quicky pull out of her and the pout she gives me is so fucking adorable. I grip her cheeks, pressing them together softly as I bend down and hover right in front of her face. “I don’t want my first time with you to end with me coming inside your mouth.” I say in such a low tone, it’s nearly a whisper.
She pants with exhaustion, but understanding shines in her eyes and she nods through my grip. I release her at the same time Creed pulls out and kisses the top of her head, telling her what a good fucking girl she is, and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. I watch the shudder that rolls through her body at the praise he gives her. It’s the same reaction that happened to me when my Snow called me a good boy.
While he’s gone, I don’t waste any time in lifting her and pulling her into my arms. I twist her in my grip and pull her down to the bed, tucking her into my side. Her hands reach up to grip the back of my neck as I hug her naked body to mine.
“Is this real?” I can’t help but whisper the doubt plaguing my mind into her ear.
“I can’t believe it either,” she whispers back, shifting and craning her neck to look up at me, her bright green eyes shining in the moonlight seeping through the small crack of the curtains. “But I want you. All of you, Riley Graves.”
“Then you have me.” I smile down at her, the truth of her admission sweeter than honey.
Her expression falls briefly as she rolls her lips between her teeth and says, “Creed and I…we’re still…I-I didn’t even know…” she sighs, obviously struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t know he knew.”
I kiss her firmly, my tongue sweeping into her mouth momentarily and I feel her tense body relax into me once more. “I didn’t know either, until he cornered me and demanded the truth.” I huff a laugh. “I honestly thought my short life would be coming to an abrupt end.”
“Don’t say that.” Her voice is soft but there’s a twinge of concern over my playful words. “Creed would never hurt you. He may have turned a little crazy lately, but I see who you are to him. Creed doesn’t do anything without thought and I’m sure he felt confident in how tonight would play out. But honestly, Ri? I’m glad he did, because I would never lie to him, but I had no idea how to approach him with my feelings. Nothing like this has ever happened to me.” I’m shocked by her admission, but before I can say anything else, Creed comes back into the room. He’s still naked, armed with his bionic dick swinging back and forth, and a wet washcloth in his hand.
“Let go, spider monkey. I need to clean you up.” He says as he gives her a few soft taps on the thigh. She groans but complies, the upper half of her body still tucked into mine. He takes his time wiping between her legs and when he’s finished he leans over her, his face hovering over hers, completely unbothered that my naked body is wrapped around his girl— our girl— mere inches away from him. “I’m going to go shower while you two…” he glances between the two of us, smiling coyly before pecking Collins on the lips. “Connect.” He finishes as he straightens and waggles his eyebrows at us.
Collins takes the tiny throw pillow from behind us and throws it at his head. “Shut up and go shower, you punk-ass!” he just laughs as he leaves the room, his pale ass on full display.
When it’s just the two of us again, Collins wastes no time in throwing her leg over my waist and pushes herself to straddle my hips. I’m practically salivating over the view of her perfect body hovering over mine, the moonlight peeking through the curtains creating a soft halo around her form and she looks like a goddamned angel right now. A dirty, foul-mouthed, sinful angel, but still .
She leans down, her soft breasts pressing against my chest and her lips ghost over mine as she whispers, “Is this what you want?”
Her hands trailing up my arms is distracting but I force myself to focus. “Yes,” I murmer back.
“Have you ever…?”
I roll my lips together, feeling heat flush up my cheeks and shake my head. “No,” I whisper, embarrassment squeezing my throat tight. I feel so inadequate for being completely inexperienced with her, but at the same time, it fucking means something to me that she’s the one who gets all my firsts. Hopefully, if she’ll keep me, she’ll be the only one. “I’d never even kissed anyone before tonight.”
Her eyes shine bright in the darkness and she offers me a soft smile, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’m…your first? For everything?”
I nod. “ Everything , Snow.”
She closes her eyes, her lips still pulled back in a smile and she starts to rock back and forth, her soft, wet pussy coating my still-hard cock in her arousal. The way she moans as she grinds on me is otherworldly.
“Fuck, keep doing that, please.” I beg. My hands automatically find her thighs and I trail my rough palms up the smooth skin until I reach her hips and I squeeze, pulling her down harder onto me at the same time she moves.
She yelps and I panic. “Shit, did I—was that too rough? Did I hurt?—”
Her hand slaps over my mouth and grinds down on me again, hard. “That was fucking amazing. It just took me by surprise but I loved it so fucking much.” She moans as she resumes her grinding.
I nod beneath her palm and purse my lips to kiss her hand. I am impossibly hard with the feeling of her grinding on my cock combined with watching her stunning body move. “I need you inside me, Riley.” She whimpers.
Collins leans down and kisses me fervently, all lips and teeth and tongue. I’m so lost in her. So gone for her. I can’t fucking believe she’s mine. I’m determined to not fuck this up with her. It’s selfish, but I want her to be as obsessed with me as I am with her. As she is with Creed. So I tell her as much truth as I can, “I fucking want you, Collins. Every part of you, or as much as you can give me. I want to be perfect for you. The man and lover you deserve.” I swallow past the nervousness clawing at me. “But right now I don’t—I don’t know how to…” I stumble over my words, my voice trembling just as much as my body is right now, “because I’ve never…” I trail off, hating that I sound like a nervous prepubescent teenager.
“It’s okay,” she coos to me softly before kissing me and pushing herself to straighten over my body again. “I’ll take care of you, Ri.” I watch as a thought passes through her fucking brilliant brain, and it’s like the perfect idea just popped up in her mind. I don’t know if I’m more turned on or scared at the seductive hellcat look that she just pasted on her face. She lifts her ass and reaches between her legs to grip my cock and pumps it at the same time her free hand grips my throat and squeezes lightly. “Are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck your virgin cock, Ri?”
Shiiiiit. “Yes, please.” I beg, thrusting up into her hand. “I’ll be so fucking good for you,” I mutter under my breath as she presses slightly harder against my neck.
She lines me up with her pussy, dragging the head of my cock back and forth through her slickness before notching me at her entrance, her eyes meeting mine in silent question. Jade green to darkest brown. My heart is racing, my blood pumping so hard I can hear it whooshing in my ears. I’m nervous, fucking terrified, but not for the reasons she probably thinks.
Of course I’m nervous about having sex for the first time, but I’m more nervous that I'm not going to be what she wants. That I won’t live up to whatever expectations she has for me, especially since she’s with Creed. I know she’s in love with him, whether she’s said the words or not. She doesn’t love me. Yet. She could easily just let me go?—
“Don’t get lost.” She commands, her hand squeezing my throat, her other little fist still stroking me, making my breath stutter and my focus snap back to her. I’d drifted too far into my own head and out of this moment with her. But she grounded me. I nod around her hand, fucking desperate to obey her and be her good boy .
She lets out a deep breath and leans down to kiss me softly. “Are you ready?” She asks in a whisper as she loosens her grip on my neck and places her hand on my chest.
“Please,” I answer, so fucking ready to feel her wrapped around me.
She lets go for half a second only to feel her wrap her hand around me once more, but this time her hand feels…calloused? Confused, I look down to see both of Collins’ hands now planted on my chest and an extra set of tattooed fingers are now wrapped around my dick. I crane my neck around Collins to see Creed grinning at me like a goddamned madman. I hadn’t even seen or heard him come back into the room.
He just looks at me and shrugs, still fucking smiling at me. “You were in your head. Just lending a helping hand.” He says like it’s a totally normal thing for him to have his hand on my hard cock. I’m about to slap his hand away when Collins lines herself up and drops down onto me, causing my eyes to roll back and a groan to escape my lips.
Creed still grips my dick but I can’t focus on that as Collins slips a little deeper on top of me and she mewls, cursing out loud as she digs her nails into my chest. It’s taking all of my strength to not buck my hips and seat myself completely into her. Looking down and seeing the way my cock is stretching her perfect, tight pussy, I need to go slow for her.
But holy fuck, she feels divine.
When Collins sinks down another few inches, Creed finally lets go of my dick and it allows Collins to seat herself fully onto me. I moan at the feel of our complete connection that has me nearly seeing white. Creed squeezes my thigh once before he disappears behind Collins again. We both moan at the same time. There’s nothing in this entire universe that could feel as good as the woman on top of me right now.
Before she starts moving, Creed appears behind Collins and reaches around her and tugs at her nipples. She arches her back and presses herself into the motion as he leans down and whispers something in her ear so softly that I don’t hear, but whatever it is has a small breathy laugh coming from her lips, which causes her pussy to clamp around my cock and makes me groan at the feeling.
Creed just winks at me before nearly skipping out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. It’s just me and Collins, now. I want to ask her what Creed said but I rapidly realize I don’t give a shit when she lifts her hips, gliding all the way to the tip of my cock before lowering herself again so painfully slow.
I gasp and grip her hips tight. “Holy fuck,” I grit out as she starts to move, her body in perfect control as she bounces on my hard shaft, fucking me like she owns me. And she does. Fuck, she does. “Christ, Snow,” I moan as my hips hitch upward in desperation to meet her halfway.
“I know ,” she moans, and I’m captivated by the way her perfect tits bounce with every bob of her lithe body, “God, Ri, you feel so fucking good.” She rasps as she leans down, kissing me as she switches up the motion of her body to a grinding motion. I can feel her clit rubbing against my pubic bone, now. Her whole body shudders and her walls clamp hard around me, squeezing my dick and pushing me closer to the edge. I take note of that and bring my hands to her ass and grip it tightly, helping to pull her along, increasing pressure just a little.
“Fuck, Riley, I’m going to—” She doesn’t even get to finish as she’s thrown into her orgasm, her movements stuttering as the pleasure crashes through her body. The sight of her coming apart for me makes my lungs seize in my chest. I’m doing that to her. I’m not ready to see that look of ecstasy leave her face, so without thought, in one motion I wrap my arms around her and flip us so that I’m on top and I drive my cock into her, hard and fast.
She gasps and her hands grip my shoulders, her nails sinking in as I set a near-punishing pace. She cries out and my head snaps up, scanning her features. “Shit, is that too rough?” I ask, pausing my motions, but her legs wrap around my hips and her heels squeeze against my ass.
There’s a fire in her eyes and a determination in her voice that has my dick twitching inside of her when her gaze locks onto mine and she says, “don’t you dare fucking stop.”
And that’s all I need. I gladly pick up my pace again, pounding into her the way she wants. I’m sent to another plane of existence with her with how good she feels. She is my drug and I’m heavily addicted to every moan, every pant, every tiny little mewling sound she makes every time my cock bottoms out inside of her. I’m dying to see her come apart around me again. Remembering the way she had me touch her earlier, I reach between us and rub around her clit with the pad of my thumb. She’s so fucking wet for me that it glides smoothly across her sensitive skin. A shiver wracks her whole body and her abs constrict before her back arches off of the bed as she comes, screaming my name. Or, at least screaming my name the best she can before it breaks into a silent cry.
Fuck, she’s so perfect.
My motions never falter as I drop down and seal my mouth over hers, wanting to feel every part of her against me. She meets me stroke for stroke as my tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming the girl that I’ve longed to be mine from the moment we met.
This is all I ever wanted.
She is all I ever wanted
Her.
This bond between us that started off as a whirlwind friendship has become so much more , and it’s turned me into a selfish man because I need more of her. All of her. I’ve fallen so hard and so fast which is terrifying, but this amazing girl was right there to catch me, even though her boyfriend is the one who proverbially shoved me off the ledge with nothing but good intentions .
I shift to my knees and pull her up so that she’s sitting upright, straddling my lap. I hug her sweaty body to mine and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Ride me, Snow. Give me one more. I need you to fuck me until you come all over my cock.”
She wastes no time in doing just that. Her hands slide from my shoulders and lock around the back of my neck and begins to move, her body undulating and swaying as her pussy greedily sucks in my cock with each thrust, bottoming out each time until I think I see stars. I can feel my own orgasm rising quickly and the need to feel her tight walls squeezing me becomes a feral need.
My hands drift down and grip her ass, loving the feel of her muscles flexing as she works her body, chasing her release. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. I need you to come for me, I’m not gonna last much longer.” I groan, my voice husky with need and desperation. I’m shocked I’ve lasted as long as I have given that I was on the brink of exploding the moment I first sank into her. She leans back, angling her body so that her clit is rubbing against me once again and she throws her head back, her pouty pink lips parting on an “O”.
Her body is fucking incredible and I’m drawn to the swell of her pale breasts that are now on display for me. Needing to taste her, I duck down and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the rosy bud makes her moan, the sound so soft and breathy. I switch to the other, giving it equal attention before I bite it softly. Her long white-blonde hair tickles at my thighs as she curses at the ceiling, her brow furrowing as I feel her walls start to clamp around me again.
“Riley!” She cries out my name and it’s music to my ears. She shatters around me and a sudden burst of slick wetness now coats our bodies between our thighs making each grinding motion even more smooth and slippery than the last.
Fuck, “I’m right there, Snow. Where…?” I can barely get the words out because of the intense pleasure rippling through my body right now.
She smiles at me, but it’s dark, sultry, and wicked when she uses my own words from earlier. “Come inside me, please,” she begs, as her eyes meet mine. They’re hooded with pleasure. The look is so seductive that it pushes me closer to the edge. She’s a siren calling me in and I’m her willing victim.
She wants me to come inside of her? Yes, please.
I can’t hold out any longer when she sinks her fingers into my hair, gripping at the roots and tugs hard as she continues riding my lap.
“Fuck, baby, I’m—” the words are cut off as I yank her close and bury my face into her neck, my orgasm practically ripped from my body, a flush of heat rushing to my chest and face as I empty all that I am into my girl.
My girl.
I pull her impossibly close and press her chest against mine, lifting my head from her neck, I claim her lips, loving how perfectly she fits against me. Loving everything about her. When we break from the kiss, breathless and panting, we remain exactly where we are and I rest my forehead against hers. Her hands leave my hair and trail down my arms, leaving goosebumps in the wake of her touch until her fingers intertwine with mine. She brings them up and hugs them against her chest as we just breathe each other in.
This is so much more than giving her all of my firsts. More than her giving a part of herself to me. What we just did fucking healed something inside of me that I thought had long since been broken and irreparable. She’s shown me that I am wanted, that maybe I’m not so ugly from the inside out, after all. That maybe…I am deserving of the love that she may one day give to me when I’ve earned it.
My eyes sting from the emotions welling up inside of me. As if she can read my thoughts, she kisses me tenderly before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I’ve got you,” her sweet and smoky voice cuts through the silence, but her words feel like a balm to my bruised and battered heart. “You’re mine, Riley Graves.”
“Always.” I smile and kiss her once more as I shift us to the end of the bed before carrying her into the bathroom to wash the both of us .
The silence between us is intimate and full of contentment. Creed is still gone when we’re clean and crawling back in bed. Collins snuggles into my side, wrapping herself so perfectly around me and I hold her close, not daring to let go as I drift off to sleep; afraid it’ll all disappear when I wake.
I have the girl. I still have my best friend. I’ll do everything in my power to be deserving of both of them.
Once I’m certain she’s asleep, her breathing deep and even, I kiss the top of her head and whisper softly into her damp hair.“You’re everything and more, Snow. I’ve been waiting my whole life to be loved by a woman like you, and here you are. Believe me when I say I’ll wait a thousand lifetimes and more, just to hear you say you love me back, but I’m really fucking glad that I get this part of you now.”