Page 82 of Creed

“Every goddamned word, Stardust.” He says as he begins to slowly stroke me again and I bite back the whimper that wants to leave my lips. He pauses for only a moment and my hips shift slightly at the loss of movement. “I’m sorry I pushed you away. I thought it would be best to keep you at arm’s length as a friend, but I don’t just want your friendship, Collins. I want all of you. I want to be the one you sleep next to at night. The one you laugh with at midnight when neither of us can sleep. I want you by my side on tour whenever you can join me. I want your hugs, your kisses, your fucking pleasure. I. Want. All. Of. You.”

Tears cascade from my eyes, trailing down into my hairline and he bends his head down, licking each one from my skin, causing me to shiver. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My heart threatens to burst behind my ribs with the amount of joy that’s building within the small organ that beats for him. “I want you, too.” I smile up at him, and another rogue tear falls down but he swipes it with a thumb before readjusting his grip above me again. “Just as I always have.” I confess, and I swear his ice blue eyes shine even brighter at my words.

He leans down and kisses me tenderly, but wastes no time in deepening it, his mouth ravaging mine and pulling me under again. His fingers renew their efforts as they begin to pump in and out of me again and it’s only moments later that I feel another orgasm building. I’m on the brink of tipping over the edge and I moan against Creed’s lips when he strokes that spot inside of me again at the same time his thumb presses against my clit.

I cry out as a third orgasm crashes over me before Creed is sitting up and reaching for his belt buckle with his free hand.

I’ve only had sex once in my life but I’m ready for whatever he intends to do with his cock. Make me suck it? Fuck it? God, I’m game for anything when it comes to Creed.

He bites his lip as he pulls his thick cock from his jeans and gives it a few firm strokes. I barely catch a glimpse of metal at the tip, but I don’t even get to touch it or even comment on it before so many fucking things happen all at once.

“Bear told me he saw you bringing Collins over to give her a tour of the bus and I figured she could finally open her—oh, shit! Fuck!” Riley bellows, followed by a door slamming and I shriek, equally startled and mortified.

Creed's eyes are wide with shock and for a moment I think he’s going to bolt, but his shoulders start to shake with silent laughter when a soft thump followed by Riley’s muffled voice as he speaks through the now-closed door. “Sorry,”

Fuck, I can’t believe we left that damn door open. Then again, everything happened so fast that it clearly hadn’t crossed either of our minds to shut it. I’m still a bit hazy from the three orgasms that Creed just gave me, but a part of me is fully aware that Riley just saw me and Creed together, and I’m not sure if I like how I feel about it. I don’t want Riley to feel uncomfortable in what will be his home for the next few months. A jealousy that I don’t deserve sparks in my chest at the thought of him leaving the bus for his own pleasures.

I feel sick because I have no right to such a feeling after Creed and I just claimed each other. It’s quiet for a moment after I hear Riley’s retreating footsteps, before Creed finally pulls his hand from my shorts, his fingers glistening with my cum. I thought he’d get up to wash me from his hand, but my eyes nearly bulge in surprise when he pops the digits into his mouth one at a time and sucks them clean. First his ring finger, then his middle finger, and he groans as he releases each one with a pop.

“Fuuuck,” He groans, the sound raspy and utterly intoxicating. “You taste even better than I’d dreamed, Stardust.”

I stare at him with my jaw on the floor in shock and awe, the weight of everything that just happened between us still sinking in. He chuckles at my state and makes quick work of helping me to button my shorts, and readjusts my bra and tee so I’m fully covered again. He must have put his dick away at some point because his jeans are done up again and there’s zero evidence of a cock piercing staring me in the face.

Only when he sits me up do I seem to find my words. “I, uh, could’ve done that.”

He just smiles before pulling me to sit at the foot of the bed. “I’m not sure if you missed the part where you agreed to be mine, but I will always take care of what’s mine. Especially when she’s drunk on revelations and orgasms.” He winks at me and offers me his hand and we exit the room together.

Chapter 30

Riley

I’m fine. Really. Never been better.

Actually, that’s a lie.

What I am, is mortified. Fucking embarrassed.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before Creed smashed through those walls he built between Collins and himself. I just didn’t think he’d crack this fast.

I pace around the small living space, willing my heated face to cool off at what I’d just walked in on.

I could tell earlier today that something had transpired in the conversation between Creed and Asher. Collins was too busy trying to snag the gift bags from me but I heard her name come up a few times during their talk.

I caught the way he glanced over at the window where we sat in the middle row of seats and was staring at it like he could see her through the blacked out windows. It was a look of longing.

Obviously that longing didn’t last very long because the breathy moan told me that Creed was well on his way to claiming her heart—and her fucking orgasms—if he hadn’t done so already. But fuck, could she moan. The rasp in her tone, causing her voice to crack with intense pleasure—the sound that I’m pretending didn’t turn me on to the point of blowing my load without even touching my dick—had caught my attention when I was done running my fucking mouth without even looking up to see that the two of them were…busy.

But like I said, I’m fine.

I truly feel nothing but genuine joy for the fact that they’re finally together in the way I know they’ve both wanted for the longest time. It’s not like I’d expected anything from her other than winning her friendship and giving her a kind of companionship she’d been denied for so long. The kind I had been denied for so long.

Growing up with a dad who’d said he hated me from the moment I was born before he left, and a mother who resented me because I was the reason he left will do that to you. I lived under her verbal abuse for years. Sure, she’d occasionally hit me or take a belt to me when I was certain I’d done nothing wrong, but it was her words that seeped into my young mind and spread like a vicious cancer, infecting every part of my being until I believed that all I deserved was the worst that life could give me.

When Creed found me, I had actually been living on the streets for a few days because I had nowhere to go, but I couldn’t stay with my mother a day longer, either. He took me in, made me the drummer of his band, but more than that, he gave me a family again. I’d told him my history, but he never once asked for more. He’s shown me nothing but the love of a brother from that day forward. I swear I don’t think we’ve ever even argued beyond playful banter.

When he fell into that stupor two years ago, he’d told me he lost someone who mattered to him. When I asked who, he just shook his head and said he’d find her. I’d felt better knowing that she wasn’t dead, and he’d ‘lost’ her by actually physically losing her. It didn’t take long to realize just what she meant to him when suddenly started living like a celibate monk.

That longing in his eyes never changed over the last two years when I’d catch him staring at an old polaroid that he kept either in his pocket or in his wallet at all times. I never saw the picture until nearly a week ago when he broke down in his closet.

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