Chapter 29 Riley #3
His cheeks hollow out, and I think a little bit of my soul exits my body when he sucks harder.
My grip on Creed’s hair tightens, and he moans around me, his eyes rolling back as he works me impossibly deeper.
The vibration of his throat around my length nearly sends me into a frenzy.
He’s got a little more than half of me swallowed before I hit his gag reflex.
Creed coughs and splutters, but he refuses to quit.
I moan louder than intended, slapping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound when the next wave of pleasure bubbles up to an inescapable boiling point.
“Oh my g—shit,” I wheeze out, feeling like my lungs are being squeezed with how breathless I am. My hips begin to thrust on their own, seeking the inevitable orgasm that Creed is determined to expel from my body one way or another.
Undeniable heat coils around my spine and spreads through my veins when he pops off of me.
I could cry at the loss of his mouth, but I nearly blow my load when he ducks down lower and sucks one of my balls into his mouth while his calloused, tattooed fingers continue to stroke me from root to tip.
My vision goes white. Stars dance behind my lids, and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.
“Creed.” I tug his hair so hard at the roots I’m sure he’ll have bald spots. “God, that feels so—“ I groan when he switches to the other and sucks, his tongue rolling over the sensitive skin until my eyes roll. Heat zips down my spine, and my cock pulses in his hand. “I’m gonna fucking come.”
I try to pull his head back, knowing he’s about to be painted with my release, but he refuses to budge.
He backs off of my cock with a wet pop and fucking slaps it against the flat of his tongue before allowing the underside of my cock to drag down his cheek.
With a flick of his wrist, he taps my cock against his tongue a few times before chasing the head and sucks me back into his mouth.
One hand holds my thigh in a vice grip tight enough to bruise, while the other tightens around my shaft. For a man who’s never given a blowjob before, Creed sure as fuck works like a well-oiled machine to bring about my demise. Death by orgasm.
“Creed, you need to move if—”
“Fucking give it to me, Riley,” he growls, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. “Mark me. I want to taste every fucking drop you have to give me. Drown me in you, Sweet Boy.”
And that’s it, I can hardly keep my eyes open as Creed pumps me into oblivion. My orgasm rips through me, a heavy rush of euphoria taking over as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shoots from my cock and lands on Creed.
It’s fucking everywhere, and he just sits there.
Eyes bright and tongue out as it paints his cheeks, his chin, his chest, and all over his tongue.
His hand leaves my thigh to grip his own cock just in time for his orgasm to paint the black tiles of the shower floor white.
Creed’s shoulders shiver through his release, but he just fucking smiles and hums the taste of me on his tongue.
If I hadn’t just spent my entire pent-up load, I’d come all over again from the sight and sound alone.
The last wave of my orgasm fades, and this time, I truly don’t have the energy to stand anymore, and I collapse. Creed is right there to catch me, though.
He always catches me, doesn’t he?
He situates me as if I weigh nothing until I’m straddling his lap and my face is buried in his neck. One arm bands around my back while the other cups the nape of my neck, his fingers lazily scraping at my hair.
Once both of our breathing calms, he turns his head and places a slow, soft kiss to my temple. He gently grips my chin and tilts my face up to meet his. Kissing my lips, he asks, “How do you feel?”
I know what he’s asking. He’s making sure I’m not going to freak the fuck out or go into panic mode. But the truth is, this moment between the two of us feels like it’s been a long time coming. A part of me always knew that our path would lead us here, but self-doubt had always scared off the idea.
I've learned that to give and receive affection, to form a relationship with somebody, I have to have a deeper emotional connection with them. I found that in both Creed and Collins so easily. The two of them are it for me.
I sigh contentedly and give Creed a light, reassuring squeeze. “I’ve never been better.”
I can feel him smiling, and rather than the joking rebuttal I expected, he surprises me. “Like I said,” he says as he shifts, his softening cock brushes against my ass, sending a shiver up my spine, “your body and your choices are important to me. Now that I’ve had this part of you, I want more.”
I pull back and look down at him. The water that cascades down on us has washed him clean, and his hair that hung down in his eyes is now brushed back away from his face.
He’s got such clarity in his eyes that it leaves no room for doubt.
He doesn’t release the back of my skull when his gaze bores into me.
“You’ll tell me if I ever do anything you don’t like.
If you become uncomfortable or if something feels triggering.
I only ever want your happiness…and now your pleasure, too. ”
I can only nod at him, because suddenly, my throat feels tight. The way he’s always been able to see past the surface facade and just see me?
From the start, he made sure that I could find my way, find my home within him. I’m sure as hell never going to let him go, either. Not now.
He brushes my curls out of my face before pulling me in for a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips.
“Let’s get you dried off and back to bed.” He smirks, tapping my outer thigh with his hand, “I don’t think I can sleep in the middle without wanting to fuck you, so I think it’s your turn to let the little bed hog in there take up your side of the mattress.”
“Fair enough.” I can’t help but laugh as a blush creeps up my chest, heating my ears and face. My heart skips a beat, because just like that, I’ve fallen a little more for my best friend.