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Riley: Pulling into the parking garage.

I grin like a madman and my heart beats rapidly in my chest with excitement and anticipation.

Me: Front desk has your key. See you soon.

Is this the most ethical way to show Collins and Riley we’d make a great throuple? Nope. But it’s a fucking start. Collins and Riley have been eyeing each other and walking on eggshells around me and their budding feelings for one another, so what better way to tell them to go for it than for me to initiate it?

I’m growing hard as fuck at the possibilities the rest of this night could bring, and I’ve got at least fifteen minutes before Riley gets here. I look over at the sleeping beauty who stole my heart—and my fucking sanity—and holds each in the palm of her tiny hands and I’m suddenly starving for her again.

I stroke my cock, her dried release wetting all over again with my precum as I settle myself between her thighs once more.

Chapter 39

Collins

Intense pleasure between my thighs has me moaning in my sleep.

A slow, languid lick up the slit of my pussy, and the circling of a warm, wet tongue around my clit causes my hips to buck before the motion starts all over again. Heat floods my core, and I know I’m becoming increasingly wet based on just how slippery the lips feel that are devouring me.

Eyes closed, I whimper as I reach down, my fingers lacing through soft, messy strands of damp hair, desperate to pull that sinful tongue impossibly closer, needing it harder against my swollen, needy flesh.

It’s when a long finger slowly enters my pussy, pumping so slow and languid that I crack my eyes open. Ice blue irises stare back at me, leaving me breathless as Creed smiles a wicked, victorious grin against my throbbing core before he clamps his teeth lightly around my clit. I yelp, the sensation fully waking me, and the tiny surge of pain is quickly replaced with pleasure when he licks it better, his tongue laving in a slow, lazy circle around my tender flesh.

“You taste fucking divine.” He growls before turning his head and nipping at my thigh, his finger lazily thrusting in and out of me. “I kept thinking about you during tonight’s show, you know.” A kiss right above my mound. “Thinking about the way that sexy little outfit looked hugging your tight little body.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Thinking about how bad I wanted to rip it off of you and fuck your beautiful cunt in front of fifty-thousand fans.” Another kiss, right over my clit. “You bring out this primal need to show the world who the fuck you belong to.”

His dirty words have me panting and my eyes begin to roll in the back of my head when he adds a second finger, the beckoning motion he switched to hitting my g-spot every goddamned time. I cry out, my voice breaking. “Oh, God,”

“Just Creed will do, baby.” Holy fucking hell. It’s the second time he’s called himself a god tonight but before I can rebuke his cocky attitude, I’m sent to another plane of existence when he dives back in, eating me like I’m his last meal and he’s been starved. Licking, sucking, biting, fingers drawing more and more pleasure from my body, sending my pussy into sensory overload but I refuse to beg him to stop because I’m seconds from coming apart on his face and fingers.

I grip his hair tighter when he shifts positions, adding a third finger, his thrusting so deliciously brutal that I know I’m going to be feeling him tomorrow with how well and truly fucked I am, in every sense of the word. His earlier ravaging combined with the way he’s now playing my body like his favorite instrument; I have a feeling I’ll have a multitude of bruises decorating my most sensitive areas down there. I smile at the thought of wearing Creed’s marks, erasing all other touch before him.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please…” I pant, my body shaking, aching to release. “I’m so fucking close, Creed please.”

“Mm” he hums in response. The vibration of the sound zapping straight through me, the sensation fucking incredible. I feel the heat blooming deeper in my belly, my pussy clamping around his fingers, my thighs quivering and tightening around his face as he ravages me. “Fucking soak my face, beautiful girl. I want to wear the mess you make of me when I sink my cock into this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Jesus fucking Christ I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his dirty talk. I start to protest when it feels like he’s going to pull away, but his fingers surge impossibly deeper inside me, stroking my sensitive walls that has my voice disappearing, silently screaming his name. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, which he must feel, too, because he smirks against my pussy before closing his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard.

“Creed!” I brokenly cry his name like it’s a prayer and a plea as an intense orgasm rushes over my entire body. My eyes glaze over in ecstasy as I whimper and mewl, gripping, twisting, and pulling his hair hard enough that it’s got to be to the point of pain, riding his face as wave after wave crashes over me. Only when my hips sag back to the plush bed does he slow his movements, coaxing me back down from the intense high.

I wince as he removes his three fingers, but the raw soreness is quickly forgotten when he sucks my arousal from each one slowly, one at a time. My eyes are locked on the sinful way his lips wrap around each digit, his eyes rolling back as he tastes me again.

The thickness of his thighs wedges mine farther apart, but he doesn’t settle on top of me like he usually does. Instead, he grips my wrists, yanking me up until I’m straddling him, the familiar position from earlier sending a flood of arousal through my core and I feel my wetness soaking the underside of Creed’s cock. I grip his shoulders tight as he pulls me down, grinding my over-sensitive pussy over his rigid length. I moan but he swallows the sound when his lips claim mine. He bands one arm around my lower back, holding me close, encouraging me to rock back and forth, the motion making me damn near twitch with the little sparks of pleasure. His other hand tangles in my hair at the base of my skull, gripping tightly as his mouth devours mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping in, meeting mine in soft, languid strokes.

His kisses drift down my jaw, licking and nipping along my neck as he murmurs against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Stardust.” He bites into my shoulder and I cry out his name. “Fuck, baby, I love the way you say my name.”

My hands drift from his shoulders, up his neck, and into his dark strands and lift his head until my forehead is resting against his, our lips a hairsbreadth apart. I whisper, “I may call out your name like you’re my own personal god, but I fucking love the way you worship me like I’m yours.”

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses through his teeth when I press down on his steel erection. “You still sore, baby?” I see the concern hidden deep in his eyes, but I know I’m getting exactly what I want because unchecked lust and desire are swimming in the forefront of his gaze.

I give him a wanton smile, leaning forward and biting down on his lower lip. I whisper against his mouth, “I am, but it’s the best kind of sore. And right now, I need you to fuck me, Creed.”

Apparently that’s all the green light he needed because the next second he’s lifting me from his lap and I’m being pushed down onto all fours, facing away from him and towards the door. I freeze when I notice that the safety chain isn’t latched in the door, but then I remember how the doors have an automatic locking mechanism, so it’s not like anyone can just come strolling in.

The moment my body relaxes in Creed’s grip, he’s upon me again in no time and I feel the soft warmth of his body and his rigid cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass, the warm metal of his piercing sending a shiver up my spine.

Fucking love that piercing.

I wiggle my hips, silently begging him to give me what I want. His hand caresses along my spine, running between my shoulder blades all the way down to one of the globes of my ass. I yelp, jumping slightly when he spanks me there, the loud crack of skin on skin startling me. The sting feels so good in contrast to the way the head of his cock keeps swiping along my slit.

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