Page 118 of Creed

Her lips are so fucking soft and they move so perfectly against mine. She opens for me and the moment her tongue touches mine, I’m gone. I grip her face with both hands and our kiss turns hard and frenzied.

I don’t even mind that my first kiss is messy and frankly all over the place, with the way Creed has started pounding into her from behind. I don’t pretend he isn’t there, but I am completely unbothered by his presence. I can’t even explain how or why everything in this moment, everything that will be, is exactly right.

I nip at her lower lip before trailing my mouth down along the line of her jaw, using my thumbs to lift her chin higher, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to that sweet spot in her neck that Creed was lapping at earlier. Her little mewls and the feel of both of her hands now sinking into my hair, gripping it tightly at the roots only spurs me on. I pull our bodies as flush as I can get them, tasting every inch of her skin that I can reach.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna come for me? I can feel this sweet pussy tightening around my cock.” Creed grits out between thrusts.

“Fuck,” She pants, and her grip on my hair tightens. “Yes,” her hands pull at my hair, making me lift my head from my exploration to meet her eyes. Those beautiful green orbs volley between mine in the dark of the room and she whispers against my lips, her body bobbing forward with each thrust. “Touch me, please.”

Fuuuuck. I’d do anything for this girl. Except I’ve never touched another woman. Other than the occasional awkward side-hug from Ayla. I’m entirely inexperienced. Sure, I’ve watched porn, so I’ve seen how men handle women, but it’s completely different when there’s a wanton woman in front of me begging me to touch her. A woman whom I’ve completely fallen for, without even touching her.

Panic seizes me and she catches it but she doesn’t falter. Doesn’t judge me as she takes my hand and guides it to the apex of her thighs. She shudders when my middle finger grazes her clit and the feel of her soft, warm, wet flesh has me nearly ready to come in my pants.

Her hand never leaves the top of mine as she shows me what she likes, how to touch her, the right motions and pressure around her clit, and I slowly take over the ministrations. I lean down and kiss her slowly in a silent thank you.

Creed grunts and grips her chin, pulling her head backwards away from my lips and I can’t help but chase that touch, until he angles her head so he can kiss her hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.

I search for that jealousy when I look at the two of them together, but instead I feel an odd excitement that I could one day share that same sexual chemistry with Collins that she has with Creed.

I bite my lip and savor the feeling of Collins’ slick pussy gliding back and forth across my fingers, her body now taking over the motions, fucking herself back onto Creed’s cock while riding my hand. Her head falls back against his shoulder and she nearly screams out our names at the same time her whole body shudders as an orgasm rolls over her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Stardust. Isn’t she, Ri?” His eyes lock on mine as he slows his thrusts, his hands wrapping around her body, just under her perky tits. I nod frantically because I’ve lost all words. There really is nothing sexier than Collins falling apart for us. Us.

The thought hits me like a bullet to the chest.

Creed smiles at me, but it’s not the cocksure grin that he usually gives. This one is full of acceptance. Acceptance of what this is, and what this moment means for all of us. That there is an ‘us’ now. Because Collins wants me. Wants me like she wants Creed. We want her, together. I thought it would be fucking weird to share a girlfriend, but this is honestly the most normal relationship I’ve ever had.

Coming out of her blissful state, Collins’ hands slip under my shirt, lifting it higher. “I need this off.” I smile, wasting no time to grip the fabric at the back of my neck and pull it over my head, tossing it haphazardly over my shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes roll back at the same time she groans, her soft hands stroking down my now-bare chest. “Why the fuck is that so hot? I’m going to make you two put shirts on just to make you take them off. Like, all the time.”

Both of us chuckle at that. I watch Collins as her eyes travel down the length of my body, starting at the purple lipstick that still adorns my cheek, and stopping at the obvious bulge in my jeans from being so fucking hard around her all the damn time. But tonight? I’m fucking solid as steel for so many reasons.

Seeing Collins get fucked.

Seeing her come.

Hearing her moan my name.

Her wanting me.

She grips my waistband and fumbles with the button frantically. “These too. Off.” She commands when she pulls the zipper down and yanks the jeans over my hips, revealing the fact that I had, indeed, gone commando today. “I need to taste you, Ri.”

“Wait, you don’t have to if you don’t want—” my protest is cut off when she pulls my cock from the confines of my jeans and a shocked gasp escapes her lips.

“Holy shit.” That was Creed. My head snaps up to see that he’s now also staring at my cock with an equal amount of shock as Collins when I look down to see her mouth hanging wide open, just staring at my dick like…what? I don’t know.

Is something wrong with it?

I start to freak out internally and look down at the dick that’s currently the subject of their stares. I don’t see anything wrong with it. Looks like a normal dick to me, it’s just a regular, intact dick. I keep myself trimmed so it’s not like I have an out of control bush growing like a goddamned caveman. I’m fucking sweating now because I have no idea what could be wrong with it and unease floods my mind?—

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Creed says as Collins pumps my cock a few times. She twists her fist around softly when she reaches the head of my cock and slips it down the other side, I notice how her fingers don’t even touch. “Riley, that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Creed’s eyes go wide as he looks up at me.

I huff a laugh and the gripping panic is quickly replaced with relief, and intense pleasure from the feel of Collins’ little hand wrapped around my dick. “Fucking Christ, you guys could’ve started with that,” I run a hand through my hair, releasing a heavy breath through puffed cheeks. “I thought there was something seriously wrong with me.”

Collins continues stroking me and my cock twitches in excitement when she leans down and spits on the head, spreading the wetness with her small fist, making my shaft slick, causing each stroke to become even more pleasurable. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head and I groan at the erotic sight.

She opens her mouth, about to say something but Creed barks a laugh. I look at him long enough to see that he’s still staring at my dick.

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