Page 114 of Creed

Getting impatient, I reach down between my legs and grasp his cock, pumping his thick length from between my thighs. His hips buck against me, trying to find purchase as I stroke him with a firm grip. “Fuck, Collins,” I earn a deliriously sinful moan from him when I line him up with my entrance and back myself onto his cock. He twitches and throbs as he slowly enters me. I rock back and forth, coating his length with my wetness, allowing him to slip deeper inside. “Such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock inside like it’s been starving for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper then gasp when he bottoms out inside of me. Creed’s fingers grip my hips tightly, a contented sigh leaving his lips, both of us reveling in the feeling of being filled to the brim with pleasure.

“Grip the sheets baby, I can’t go slow right now.” He growls as he draws himself out of me, then snaps his hips forward, his skin meeting mine in a harsh slap as he buries himself to the hilt again. He sets a brutal, punishing pace that has my pussy throbbing, the heat of my core becoming molten with the way the piercing at the head of his cock keeps rubbing and bumping against my g-spot.

The noise I make is purely animal as he pounds into me, his fingers tightening into a bruising grip on my hips. “Look at you,” he says between pants, “so fucking beautiful bent over and taking this cock like my good girl.”

His thrusts never falter, and the feeling of his balls continually slapping against my clit pushes me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. My eyes roll back when he reaches around with one hand and thrums my clit with two fingers. I wish I could see his face, but it’s not hard to imagine the look of pure divinity when a deep groan and a string of curses are ripped from his chest, the vibrations of the sound coursing through my body, pulling a moan of my own past my lips.

He leans over my body, the weight of him sending a wave of security over me that’s quickly chased by a jolt of pleasure as he rolls his hips and whispers in my ear, his voice deep and smoky, “You gonna come for me, Stardust?”

“Fuck yes,” I pant between thrusts. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” I beg, the words leaving my lips becoming incoherent when he picks up his pace, his thrusts punishing and his fingers unrelenting against my sensitive clit.

“That’s it, baby, I fucking love when you beg.” He rasps. “Now fucking come for me.” He commands and like the good girl he says that I am, I obey. My whole body shudders as my release explodes from my core, spreading throughout my trembling body, right down to the tips of my fingers. One orgasm rolls into another when he releases my hip with his free hand and presses his thumb against my ass, the digit barely breaching the tight ring of muscle but the pressure sends me careening over the edge once more.

“Ohmygod, Creed, yes,” I pant, unshed tears flooding my eyes, feeling like I’m on the verge of sobbing from how blissed out and over-sensitive I am.

Creed keeps himself seated deep inside me as he pulls me up until my back meets his sweat-slicked chest. He hasn’t come yet. How the fuck can he hold out for so long? I expel a contented sigh, resting my head back against his shoulder and reaching one hand around to the back of his neck and pulling him down to meet my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

“I fucking loved watching you tonight,” He murmurs against my lips, his voice soft and low, a bit raspy from its overuse during the concert tonight.

“I loved watching you, too,” I whisper back, allowing a soft smile to play at my lips and I find myself thankful for the lull in this heated moment between us. I look forward to all of the nights when he fucks me like he’s mad at the world, but I live for these brief moments when he’s tender.

His hand that was playing with my pussy drifts up, clutching my throat in a soft but firm grip while the other winds around my middle, holding me tight to his hard body. The scent of my arousal permeates my senses and that, mixed with the smell of sweat and sex in the air, has my well-used body ready for another round already.

“I wonder,” he kisses just below my ear. “Did you enjoy watching anyone else tonight, Collins?”

I freeze at his words, working to keep my breathing even, though I’m sure he can feel my pulse pounding just as loud as I can hear it whooshing through my ears right now.

“W-what do you mean?” I don’t deny it, but I want to know what exactly he’s figured out, and how he feels about it. He’d been doing little odd things over the last few days to push me and Riley closer together, but I don’t know if it was some sort of test for the two of us, and if it was, did I fail the last one by kissing Riley on the cheek? It was glaringly obvious what I had done with the bright purple kiss mark on his face, right there near his scar. But fuck, Creed is the one who encouraged it. Was it a trick?

Panic starts to grapple at my resolve, threatening to cave in and just confess, but I can’t stand the thought of losing or hurting Creed, so I have no idea how to navigate this and come out with our brand new relationship unscathed. I just got him. I can’t lose him.

And is this really the time to be having this conversation? While his cock is still buried balls-deep inside of me? The feel of his thumb stroking softly over my pulse point before slightly tightening his grip—not in a threatening way, but firm enough to ground me—and it oddly makes me feel better.

A little.

“Did you enjoy seeing anyone else up on that stage?” he asks once more, repeating himself slower this time. He nips at my ear and a broken moan escapes me. I want to turn myself around to see him but the moment I move, he grips my jaw tightly, making sure I don’t get the opportunity. His hold doesn’t hurt, but it is firm, so I don’t fight it. He dips his head, his nose running up the side of my cheek before placing a chaste kiss in the same spot before he speaks again. “Like, I don’t know, a certain brown-eyed, auburn haired drummer?”

“Creed—”

“Because I think,” he interrupts, his lips continuing their explorative trek down the column of my neck before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder and biting. Hard. I cry out, my hands flying up and gripping at his arm that’s wrapped around my waist. He speaks into the crook of my neck, his warm breaths sending a shiver skittering up my spine. “—that he really enjoyed watching you, too, Stardust.” I can’t help but whimper at the feel of his tongue licking at his bite mark. “I think he enjoyed the feel of your lips against his skin and I’d be willing to bet that he wants that purple lipstick on a lot more than just his cheek.”

His cock twitches inside of me at his own words and it’s got my brain fizzling and popping on system overload.

Ah—What?

Ever so slowly, he lifts his head and he releases his grip on my jaw, so I twist my neck to look him in the eye and say…I don’t fucking know what to say because I can’t and won’t deny what I feel for Riley, but I’m afraid to speak the truth because the last thing I want is for the little family formed between Riley and Creed to crumble because of the latter believing the former is out to steal his girl.

My brow furrows when he just stares at me, apparently waiting for me to say something. Fucking anything.

“Creed, what are you saying? Why are you saying this?” My words are cut off with a sudden moan when he slowly pumps in and out of me once. Just once.

He thinks Riley wants me? Did Riley say something to him? Fuck, I am not even sure how he feels so that’s a whole other reason as to why I don’t want to say anything.

“Creed,” I hiss his name to get him to answer me, and I try to catch his eyes in the process.

But Creed isn’t looking at me.

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