Chapter 28 Creed #2
“Right now, our girl is very worked up.” I nudge his face with my nose to turn back to Collins, who is now flushed and panting, the smooth, toned plane of her belly flexing with every movement.
I told her to hold still, but I can’t be mad at her disobedience because not only does it show me that she’s here in the moment with me, but she also wants whatever is about to happen to her body.
She’s a seductive vision that I’m so heavily addicted to that there is no cure.
“The choice is yours,” I whisper before licking the sharp line of his jaw.
At the same time, I graze the tips of my fingers over his cock while my other hand finds and tweaks one of his nipples.
My grin is almost maniacal as he moans and his knees threaten to buckle.
“You can either climb on that bed and do what you both have been craving and force me to watch, we can both take care of her, or you can…watch. But if you do, you hold the reins. You orchestrate my every move. You. Have. Total. Control.”
I force myself to take a step back and let him decide for himself how he wants this sleepless night to go.
There are no wrong choices here because it ultimately will boil down to the two of them retaking control of their own autonomy.
Am I fucked up for forcing their hand? Maybe.
But sometimes, these little birds need a loving shove out of the comfort of their nest.
His tremors kick up in his hands as he wrings them together and takes one step forward, then another. He makes no move to climb onto the bed, but all the air seizes in my lungs when he kneels before Collins and gives her a slow, sensual upside down kiss.
I swear to God, I’m going to come in my boxers if this continues. The two of them are truly a fucking masterpiece. A sight to behold together like this, and goddamn—they’re all mine.
Collins chases after Riley’s touch as he backs away from her mouth and hardly staggers to his feet before plopping back into the chair.
His hands continue to shake, but I notice the way he intentionally drapes them over the arms to allow them to hang down, rather than to rest them atop the armrests.
I move around the chair until I’m facing Riley again. I lift a brow, as if to ask you sure about that?
He just gives me a nod and manspreads his legs until he looks more relaxed.
He nods slowly, his throat bobbing. “I can’t,” he whispers, his voice so quiet I almost miss his words.
“At least…not tonight. But I want you to…” he trails off, sucking in a breath, “make her feel good.” He looks at her and holy fuck, he smirks, showing off those little fangs. “She deserves it.”
“That she does, Sweet Boy,” I confirm with a smirk of my own.
Moving toward the bed, I intentionally move around the back of his chair and drag the tips of my fingers over the planes of his shoulders.
He shivers beneath my touch as my fingers tangle in his dark, coppery strands at the crown of his head.
He gasps when I tug, forcing his face up to meet mine with a swift, hard kiss.
One brush of my tongue and he opens up for me so beautifully, offering his tongue up to dance with mine.
“Creed, please,” Collins moans beside us as I ravage Riley’s mouth. “I’m going to combust if I have to listen to you two and not at least get to watch.”
“But that tells me what a good fucking girl you’ve been for me by not peeking,” I hum against Riley’s swollen lips, giving him one final peck before nipping his bottom lip and forcing myself to stand.
His cock is straining for freedom behind his towel, and fuck me, I’m desperate to taste him.
The hunger in his eyes tells me that I don’t think he’d stop me if I did.
Holding his dark gaze with mine, I back up to the bed and crawl onto it until my knees are wedged beneath Collins’ thighs, nudging them apart until she’s spread out like a pretty little feast, just for me.
My hands stroke up her thighs, and she tenses briefly before I’m there, shushing her panic.
“It’s just me, Stardust,” I speak softly. “Just us.”
“W-where’s Riley?” she asks, her body wiggling beneath my continued perusal.
“He’s here.” I remove my hands, placing them atop my thighs. My eyes lift to Riley, and I watch as his chest heaves, his hands flexing and contracting. “He’ll be the one in charge of your pleasure tonight.”
Riley swallows thickly, his freckles becoming more prominent on his perfect face when a bright pink blush takes over his features.
A breathy curse falls from Collins’ lips. I want so badly to reach out and touch her, but the moment I submitted to Riley, it put all the power, every move I’m going to make, entirely in his hands.
We’re all quiet for a moment; the only sound in the room is each of us breathing.
What we’re doing may be the sexiest kind of fun, but it’s definitely no game.
I’m pushing it, but it all stops the moment one of them says so.
Right now, I’m seeing a lot of erections, pebbled nipples, and heavy breathing.
Safe to say, we’re all locked the fuck in at the moment.
“This is all you, Riley. You have all the power here.”
His eyes are a little glassy, and he looks scared. His lips part. “I…”
“So,” I start, my eyes volleying between him and Collins with a sly grin on my face, “how do we make our girl feel good?”
Riley is so quiet that I fear he’s gone and gotten lost inside of his own mind, but he looks like he’s genuinely thinking carefully about his first move.
I look down at the stunning woman beneath me and mentally map out all the places I’m going to explore, but once my eyes home in on the glistening space between her thighs, there’s nowhere else on this planet I'd rather be.
I bite my lip, not bothering to bite back the deep, growling moan that rolls up through my chest. “There really is no wrong answer here, Pookie, because our girl is fucking soaked for us already.”
“Yeah?” he asks, sounding out of breath.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Free her eyes.” His first command is released, and I’m surprised by the urgency and confidence behind it. “I want her to see.”
I smile at that because of course he would. It only makes sense that our little pleasure sub would demand pleasure be made available to all of our senses.
Immediately, I comply. Pushing the material up, I watch as her long, dark lashes bat against her cheeks before slowly opening.
“Hi,” she whispers while my face is just inches from hers. Then, she tips her head back to take an upside down glance at Riley. She gives him the same breathy greeting as she slowly lowers her hands to rest over my biceps.
“Touch her,” Riley says, but I lift a brow at him.
“With…?”
“Your fingers,” he clarifies, but then he swallows and adds, “and your tongue. I fucking miss the taste of her.”
“Fuck—”
“Please—” Collins’ plea is cut off when I shift my weight, trailing one of my hands down her body, my touch teasing in a barely-there caress.
I don’t hesitate to slide my fingers up and down the entire length of her pussy when I finally reach the place I’ve been dying to be.
I hiss a curse because this girl is completely soaked.
She gasps as she arches her back off the bed just as I slide one finger all the way in to the knuckle before immediately adding a second when I pull out. Crooking my fingers, I fuck her tight little cunt, marveling at the way she squeezes and flexes around my digits.
“How does she…how does she feel?” Riley asks, shifting in his chair.
“Mm,” I hum, stroking her inner walls with every thrust of my hand. “She’s so fucking tight, baby.”
“And her taste?” Riley asks, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip as if trying to summon the phantom taste of Collins as he watches us.
I start to adjust my position over her body when Riley blurts, “All of her.”
Goddamn. I fucking love bossy Riley.
“Yes, sir.” I look up at him through my lashes before giving Collins all of my attention again.
Claiming her lips, I continue to alternate between finger fucking her pussy and using her own arousal as a lube to stroke her clit. Her tongue seeks mine, and I give it to her wholly. Every part of her invites me in, greedily adhering my body to hers.
Breaking the kiss, I leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the line of her jaw and neck before nipping at her shoulder and collar bone.
The moment my teeth come in contact with her skin and I suck, she moans.
I do this several more times across the petite plane of her chest, leaving the evidence of my love bites in her porcelain skin.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers when I close my lips around her nipple, and she mewls, the soft, seductive sound filling the room.
I give each of her breasts equal attention, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping at each one until they’re both bright pink from the havoc my lips have wreaked upon them.
“God, Creed, that feels so good,” Collins moans as her hips undulate in time with my thrusts. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she holds me there, my forehead pressed against her chest, before I feel the force of her pushing me lower.
“Look at you. Such a sweet, greedy girl,” I tease, pressing a kiss to her navel, then to each hip bone as she presses me lower to where she needs me.
Her head is lifted, straining to look down at me, but the sight of Riley pressing his wrist down onto his dick to stave off his erection has me wanting her eyes elsewhere right now.