Chapter 48
Creed
“EVERYTHING. ALWAYS. WITH YOU.”
Blair and Asher are the last to leave, and the moment I close the door, I spin on my heel, whirling to meet the anticipatory and heady gazes of both Riley and Collins.
“You two better fucking run.”
Collins doesn’t hesitate; she takes off like a bat out of hell, laughing and squeaking as she sprints through the house, heading straight for the back door.
I quirk a brow at Riley, who just stares at me dumbfounded for a second before he registers what I’ve just said. I take one step toward him before he utters a hasty, “Shit.” and takes off after Collins.
A grin damn near splits my face in two as I give them a head start.
They won’t get far, but I’ve been fucking hard for them from the moment Riley took it upon himself to kiss me like he wanted to eat me alive right as our guests had arrived.
I fucking love how confident he’s become—how comfortable he is in his own skin.
He doesn’t shy away from affection like he used to and has even initiated sex a few times since releasing that first article.
I think a part of him that had died when he was taken was finally buried and put to rest by getting to tell his story. It allowed him to bloom into this new version of himself, and I couldn’t be more proud or turned on.
There are a few things the three of us haven't tried yet, and I’ll be damned if I get on a cramped tour bus without bringing them to fruition in this home before we go.
Slowly, I make my way outside, ready to hunt down the two reasons for my raging hard-on.
Stepping out onto the back patio, I listen intently for them. The pool is still, and it’s mostly quiet, save for the sound of the cool breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. But then I hear it, Collins’ distinct raspy giggle, followed by a throaty moan.
My cock twitches behind my jeans, and I grin, following the sound around the side of the guest house.
Rounding the corner, I find Collins pinned against the siding, her leg hiked up around Riley’s hip as he grinds into her.
His lips leave a trail of kisses up her neck, and she bucks and mewls against him.
Her eyes snap open at the sound of my approach, and she fucking giggles as she shoves Riley off of her before grabbing his hand and taking off.
A glance over his shoulder has his glassy, dark eyes widening and a knockout smile on his lips as he gleefully follows our girl wherever she wants to go.
He looks so drunk on her lust, and I bite back an audible groan when he bites the corner of his bottom lip, those fucking fangs proudly on display for me.
The back door to the guest house bounces off the wall as it’s shoved open, and my little menaces slip through. Just when I think they’ll hide somewhere inside, I chase their laughter through the house and out the front door.
I shake my head and up my pace, determined to catch these fucking shit disturbers and show them exactly how crazy they make me.
They make it all the way to the stairs before I catch Riley by his ankle. Collins disappears around the corner and down the hall as Ri trips over his own feet and hits the stairs with a soft thud. He’s not hurt, but he is panting heavily when I flip him over and crawl up his body.
Right here on the stairs, I wedge my hips between his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs for me.
Leaning down, I latch onto his bottom lip and tug until I pull a hiss from between his teeth.
I kiss him hard, my tongue clashing with his as his hands find their way beneath my shirt.
I fucking howl when his cold fingers touch my skin, and I arch my back.
Riley laughs and shoves me to the side as he grapples for purchase and hauls ass up the stairs. I hear him hissing out a pretty slew of curses as I run into his back because he’s stopped in the doorway to our bedroom.
I’m about to tackle him to the ground and strip him bare, but movement on the bed catches my attention.
Now I understand why Riley’s been rendered speechless, because there Collins sits in nothing more than a dark green sheer bra that does nothing to hide her peaked nipples.
A matching thong barely covers her pussy as she sets back on her haunches, her hands spread over her thighs.
Her hair is tossed all to one side, her head tilted as she takes in Riley and me where we stand in the doorway.
“Riley’s a fucking tease, but it’s ultimate torture and cruelty to know that this is what you were wearing under that little dress all goddamned night, Stardust.” I press further into Riley’s back to coax him into the room. We’re home alone, but I kick the door shut anyway.
“Turn around and let us see that pretty little ass, baby.” I wrap my arms around Riley and grab the hem of his shirt. I tease the skin just below his navel as Collins bites her lip and slowly turns, arching her back and letting her long hair cascade down her back in messy waves.
Riley groans at the sight, and my cock gives another throb behind my jeans.
I pull his shirt up over his head, then take my time exploring the expanse of his body.
It’s been nearly a year since he was shot, and his scars are no longer pink.
Most of them are pale and shine in the lowlight, from the thousands of scrapes along his back to the scar on his chest.
“Keep going, baby,” I press, licking a wet path up Riley’s neck and smiling against his pebbled skin when he sucks in a breath and tilts his head to grant me more access. “Give us a pretty view of what belongs to us.”
I pop the button open on Riley’s jeans at the same time he reaches back and fumbles for mine.
I shove his jeans just far enough down his ass to pull his thick cock free and give the heavy fucker a few long strokes before swiping my fingertips over the head and smearing the stream of precum all over his shaft.
Riley shudders in my arms as he continues to work me free from behind, panting and whimpering as Collins stretches her arms out in front of her, arching further into the bed.
My movements falter when I see something fucking glittering in the lowlight between the round globes of her ass.
“Shit,” Riley curses, dropping his head back against my shoulder and watching Collins stretch and arch her back through heavy lids.
“Stardust,” I wheeze out, suddenly feeling breathless. “Is that…a fucking plug?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, and the sound is just dripping in sex. She peeks at us from the corner of her eye and rolls her hips, every undulation a fucking homing beacon.
“And have you had this in that sweet little ass all night, baby?” I tug Riley’s cock a little faster, loving the way his abs flex beneath my fingertips.
“No, the others were much smaller.”
“Holy fuck, Snow,” Riley moans out, his fingers wrapping around my cock the moment it springs free.
“You know what this means, Sweet Boy?” I ask in his ear before nuzzling into his neck, dragging my lips up and down the column of his slender throat.
“Yes,” he hisses when I reach down to cup his balls, squeezing and tugging gently.
Collins squirms under our gaze, but she keeps herself presenting to us.
“Say it.”
It takes a minute for him to form the words after I bite down on his collarbone and suck at the skin there. “She wants us to fuck her,” he says, swallowing thickly before continuing, “at-at the same time—Jesus fuck, Creed—”
He chokes on his words when I up my pace. His hand has been lazily jerking my cock, his movements sloppy and unhurried as I work him into a frenzy. He can’t focus on touching me, and I fucking love how I turn his brain to mush.
“Is he correct, Stardust?” I ask her, pushing Riley until he’s got no choice but to kneel behind her on the bed. “You want to be double stuffed by your boyfriends?”
“Fuck, yes.” She hisses as my hand lands on her ass, making her entire body jolt.
Grabbing Riley by the back of his neck, I twist him to face me. His deep mocha eyes are so hazy with lust that it seeps into the air surrounding us with every bat of his long, dark lashes.
“Get her ready for your cock, baby.” I kiss his lips once, soft and slow. “I want to taste her on your lips while I fuck her ass.”
Never one to be told twice, Riley bends down to tug her thong to the side so he can drag the flat of his tongue up the entirety of her pussy from ass to clit, flicking over the plug and back.
Collins’ choppy cry is music to my ears as she arches her back again, her hips seeking more friction against his face.
I make quick work of stripping Riley from the rest of his clothes, my own following after.
I crawl onto the bed and kneel just inches from Collins’ face. My piercing glints in the dim light of the room as my girl sets her sights on it, her lips popping open hungrily.
“You want me to fuck this pretty face, baby?”
“Please,” she moans and sucks in a sexy as fuck breath when Riley presses a finger inside of her, working her over before going back to savoring her like it will be the last time.
Cupping the back of her head, I tap the tip of my cock against her awaiting tongue before pressing inside.
She swirls her tongue around the head before closing her lips around me and bobbing her head, taking me deeper and deeper.
It takes a lot for Collins to gag, considering she has almost no gag reflex.
I love how she encourages the rough play sometimes, so here I am, fucking her mouth until her nose brushes my pelvis.
She holds herself there for several seconds before her chest heaves, and she backs off, coughing.
Her mascara paints her tear-stained cheeks, and a string of saliva connects her pouty lips to the tip of my cock as she sucks in a needy breath.