Chapter 43
Riley
“INHALE. EXHALE. FEEL.”
My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear the blood whooshing in my ears.
I am vibrating with a nervous anticipation as Creed teases my body relentlessly.
I need a distraction and Collins seems to understand this.
Her lips peck a delicate trail along my skin, traveling across my chest, up my neck, and all over my face before claiming my lips in a heated kiss.
I need her. All of her. I feel like a man starved with how badly I crave her taste on my tongue.
Bending down, I grab her by the backs of her thighs and hoist her up onto the edge of the piano.
I run my hands up her calves and over her thighs, admiring just how fucking smooth she is.
Her scars are still puckered and pink in some places, but she’s never looked so beautiful as she spreads her legs wider, her glistening pussy on display for us.
I need to see all of her, and I shudder in my attempt to undress her, but I manage to pull her dress up and over her head with minimal fumbling. My knees threaten to buckle as Creed teases my hole again while reaching around me to stroke my cock with his other hand.
“Fuck,” Creed groans, his forehead dropping to my spine as he bears his weight down on me, forcing my body to bend down lower, closer to where I’m desperate to be. “Tell me you’re going to devour our girl while I prep this sweet ass, baby.”
“Yes,” I breathe against Collins’ delicate skin, locking eyes with her dilated ones. She buries her fingers in my hair, uncaring of my scars that she’s exposed. “Please,” I beg.
Her lips are parted slightly, and her chest heaves with every heavy breath. The corners of her lips tug upward as she looks down at me like she’s the goddess and I am her loyal subject, ready to worship.
“I want you to be a good boy for me,” she pants, the rasp in her voice rendering her words nothing more than a whisper, “and make me come on your tongue.”
Fuck. Yes.
I love it when she calls me her good boy, because that’s all that I want to be.
Placing soft kisses along each of her inner thighs, I nod my understanding as I make my way to her sweet center. Her arousal invades my senses, and if I was dizzy before, I’m intoxicated now. Lust drunk on the desire to give her every drop of pleasure that she deserves and more.
The first swipe of my tongue is fucking nirvana. Collins moans and drops back onto her elbows with one hand still buried in my hair, her thighs clamping down around my face. She holds me captive, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be kept than right fucking here.
Creed’s touch disappears, and a quick, tearing sound rips from behind me, then his fingers are back a heartbeat later, both much slicker than before. It feels so fucking good, the way he’s expertly working my cock and stimulating my ass.
I suck Collins’ clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud. Her eyes roll, and her head drops back, her grip tightening in my hair.
My body is being sent into overdrive right now. I’m being assaulted from all sides…but instead of feeling satisfied, I’m needy as fuck.
My mouth pops free, and I moan into her delicate pussy, my hot breaths warming her already heated core when Creed adds more pressure to my hole but doesn’t push for more. I groan over the foreign sensation, the sound vibrating against her skin.
“F-fuck, Creed,” I cry out when he presses in a fraction and strokes my slick cock harder. Faster.
“Yes, Sweet Boy?” he fucking teases, kissing my shoulder before nipping the skin and kissing it better.
“I need—fuck—I need—“ I can’t finish the sentence because my brain has been liquified between tasting Collins on my tongue, Creed playing my body like his favorite instrument, and the knowledge that I’m about to have sex with my best friend—my boyfriend— for the first time…
and rather than feeling scared, or nervous, or anxious about it… I’m ready.
Turned on and excited over it, even.
It feels so fucking good to take that final leap off the edge and let these two have every last broken, bruised, and battered part of me. To let them put me back together in a way that only they know how.
“Do you need more, Riley?” Creed asks, his words nearly a growl rumbling low in his chest. I nod, my forehead rolling against Collins’ lower belly. Creed’s hand leaves my cock, but he continues to work my ass, his finger pressing a little deeper into me.
With his free hand, he reaches around me.
He sinks his two middle fingers deep inside of Collins until his knuckles press into her ass at the same time he presses slowly into me, working me in a slow, twisting motion until his finger is fully seated inside of me.
I groan, breathing through the light burn of the stretch.
It’s just one finger, how the fuck am I going to take his cock?
He’s teased about our size difference before, but he’s still fucking huge. And pierced.
“Fuck,” Collins moans, and I lift my eyes to look at her face.
Her cheeks and chest are flushed, her sweet freckles more pronounced.
The perfect “O” forms along her pout, and her brows draw together.
She moans, and the gritty sound makes my cock twitch twice as painfully between my legs.
Collins and I both release the most lustrous mewling and moaning sounds when Creed crooks his fingers on both hands, effectively finding each of our sweet spots in tandem.
His dark, righteous chuckle tickles the hairs on the back of my neck.
Cocky asshole.
“Our girl hasn’t come yet, baby.” Creed licks a trail up my spine, making me shiver.
He works me deeper and deeper into this insatiable frenzy, and it’s goddamn euphoric.
But just as this new feeling could deep within my gut, he stops, biting my shoulder.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re wearing her cum on your face like it’s war paint.
” He works her a little harder, and I resist the urge to rock back onto his hand, my body desperately seeking friction.
“So, if you want my cock buried inside of this sweet, freckled ass, I suggest you put that sinful tongue back to use.”
I don’t hesitate. With a moan, my lips part and my tongue darts out, lapping up and swallowing down her arousal. I brush against Creed’s fingers, and the feeling of him thrusting in and out of her while I devour every drop that comes from it is insanely erotic.
It’s dirty.
Filthy.
So goddamned perfect.
He spares my torture and resumes fucking me with his fingers.
Slowly adding another, my mind snags on how good this feels now that the initial burn has ebbed into a new kind of pleasure.
The odd stretching sensation is there, yes, but my level of lust over this whole situation has skyrocketed.
It has my body craving more and more of him.
“Please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Collins begs, her body starting to shake and twitch with her impending orgasm. “I’m so fucking close, please—oh fuck—right there—”
“That’s it, come for us,” Creed growls at her, and Collins cries out right when I pull away and wrap my hand around her thigh and rub her clit in quick little flicks.
Creed and I work in tandem while he works me, and Collins detonates.
“Such a good fucking boy, Riley. You’re doing so well.
So fucking pretty, making Collins come while you fuck yourself on my fingers. ”
Oh my God. Creed says it loud enough for Collins to hear, and she cries out, liquid gushing from her swollen pussy as her body convulses, her scream silent with the intensity of her orgasm.
I’m soaked from my chin all the way to my cock in her juices, and I can’t stop my tongue from swiping over my lips, then along her entrance, just to taste her again.
I don’t have time to swallow down nearly enough of her before Creed is pulling me upright, his fingers slipping from my ass.
I bite back a whine at the loss, but I choke it back and grit my teeth with the sudden bite of pain when he sinks his fingers into my hair at the crown of my head and tugs back, exposing my throat.
His free hand returns, slick with more lube.
From the corner of my eye, I spot the small packet he had to have pulled from his discarded pants.
From the moment Collins had emerged into our lives, he’s always kept at least one on him at all times “just in case”.
Like he planned to fuck her anywhere and everywhere he could pin her. Can’t say I blame him now.
He presses his slick, hard cock into my crease, flexing his hips against me. I can feel the cool metal of his piercing, but it does nothing to douse the heat burning through me.
Creed strokes my cock as he nudges me forward and taps my dick against Collins’ clit.
She gasps, but I’d say she’s still in a post-orgasm daze.
I’m intoxicated by the way her hands lazily roam over her body, humming contentedly while splayed across the piano, her pastel hair a stark contrast to the black finish.
Creed is in total control here, Collins and I hanging onto his every command and movement.
“We’re far from done.” I can’t tell who he’s talking to, but the two of us are both panting, simpering messes for him, both silently begging for more.
Creed's hips flex when he notches my cock at Collins’s entrance, and it pushes just the head of my length inside of her heated core. She’s already so fucking tight, add in my girth, and her pussy is suffocating in the most brain melting way.
“Get her screaming for us. I want her to fall apart for you while I make you see stars in a whole new way.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I lean over Collins, cupping the sides of her neck with both hands, and slam my lips to hers. The extra lube that Creed had worked all over my dick enables me to thrust in as far as her walls will allow.