Page 120 of Creed

While he’s gone, I don’t waste any time in lifting her and pulling her into my arms. I twist her in my grip and pull her down to the bed, tucking her into my side. Her hands reach up to grip the back of my neck as I hug her naked body to mine.

“Is this real?” I can’t help but whisper the doubt plaguing my mind into her ear.

“I can’t believe it either,” she whispers back, shifting and craning her neck to look up at me, her bright green eyes shining in the moonlight seeping through the small crack of the curtains. “But I want you. All of you, Riley Graves.”

“Then you have me.” I smile down at her, the truth of her admission sweeter than honey.

Her expression falls briefly as she rolls her lips between her teeth and says, “Creed and I…we’re still…I-I didn’t even know…” she sighs, obviously struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t know he knew.”

I kiss her firmly, my tongue sweeping into her mouth momentarily and I feel her tense body relax into me once more. “I didn’t know either, until he cornered me and demanded the truth.” I huff a laugh. “I honestly thought my short life would be coming to an abrupt end.”

“Don’t say that.” Her voice is soft but there’s a twinge of concern over my playful words. “Creed would never hurt you. He may have turned a little crazy lately, but I see who you are to him. Creed doesn’t do anything without thought and I’m sure he felt confident in how tonight would play out. But honestly, Ri? I’m glad he did, because I would never lie to him, but I had no idea how to approach him with my feelings. Nothing like this has ever happened to me.” I’m shocked by her admission, but before I can say anything else, Creed comes back into the room. He’s still naked, armed with his bionic dick swinging back and forth, and a wet washcloth in his hand.

“Let go, spider monkey. I need to clean you up.” He says as he gives her a few soft taps on the thigh. She groans but complies, the upper half of her body still tucked into mine. He takes his time wiping between her legs and when he’s finished he leans over her, his face hovering over hers, completely unbothered that my naked body is wrapped around his girl—our girl— mere inches away from him. “I’m going to go shower while you two…” he glances between the two of us, smiling coyly before pecking Collins on the lips. “Connect.” He finishes as he straightens and waggles his eyebrows at us.

Collins takes the tiny throw pillow from behind us and throws it at his head. “Shut up and go shower, you punk-ass!” he just laughs as he leaves the room, his pale ass on full display.

When it’s just the two of us again, Collins wastes no time in throwing her leg over my waist and pushes herself to straddle my hips. I’m practically salivating over the view of her perfect body hovering over mine, the moonlight peeking through the curtains creating a soft halo around her form and she looks like a goddamned angel right now. A dirty, foul-mouthed, sinful angel, but still.

She leans down, her soft breasts pressing against my chest and her lips ghost over mine as she whispers, “Is this what you want?”

Her hands trailing up my arms is distracting but I force myself to focus. “Yes,” I murmer back.

“Have you ever…?”

I roll my lips together, feeling heat flush up my cheeks and shake my head. “No,” I whisper, embarrassment squeezing my throat tight. I feel so inadequate for being completely inexperienced with her, but at the same time, it fucking means something to me that she’s the one who gets all my firsts. Hopefully, if she’ll keep me, she’ll be the only one. “I’d never even kissed anyone before tonight.”

Her eyes shine bright in the darkness and she offers me a soft smile, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’m…your first? For everything?”

I nod. “Everything, Snow.”

She closes her eyes, her lips still pulled back in a smile and she starts to rock back and forth, her soft, wet pussy coating my still-hard cock in her arousal. The way she moans as she grinds on me is otherworldly.

“Fuck, keep doing that, please.” I beg. My hands automatically find her thighs and I trail my rough palms up the smooth skin until I reach her hips and I squeeze, pulling her down harder onto me at the same time she moves.

She yelps and I panic. “Shit, did I—was that too rough? Did I hurt?—”

Her hand slaps over my mouth and grinds down on me again, hard. “That was fucking amazing. It just took me by surprise but I loved it so fucking much.” She moans as she resumes her grinding.

I nod beneath her palm and purse my lips to kiss her hand. I am impossibly hard with the feeling of her grinding on my cock combined with watching her stunning body move. “I need you inside me, Riley.” She whimpers.

Collins leans down and kisses me fervently, all lips and teeth and tongue. I’m so lost in her. So gone for her. I can’t fucking believe she’s mine. I’m determined to not fuck this up with her. It’s selfish, but I want her to be as obsessed with me as I am with her. As she is with Creed. So I tell her as much truth as I can, “I fucking want you, Collins. Every part of you, or as much as you can give me. I want to be perfect for you. The man and lover you deserve.” I swallow past the nervousness clawing at me. “But right now I don’t—I don’t know how to…” I stumble over my words, my voice trembling just as much as my body is right now, “because I’ve never…” I trail off, hating that I sound like a nervous prepubescent teenager.

“It’s okay,” she coos to me softly before kissing me and pushing herself to straighten over my body again. “I’ll take care of you, Ri.” I watch as a thought passes through her fucking brilliant brain, and it’s like the perfect idea just popped up in her mind. I don’t know if I’m more turned on or scared at the seductive hellcat look that she just pasted on her face. She lifts her ass and reaches between her legs to grip my cock and pumps it at the same time her free hand grips my throat and squeezes lightly. “Are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck your virgin cock, Ri?”

Shiiiiit. “Yes, please.” I beg, thrusting up into her hand. “I’ll be so fucking good for you,” I mutter under my breath as she presses slightly harder against my neck.

She lines me up with her pussy, dragging the head of my cock back and forth through her slickness before notching me at her entrance, her eyes meeting mine in silent question. Jade green to darkest brown. My heart is racing, my blood pumping so hard I can hear it whooshing in my ears. I’m nervous, fucking terrified, but not for the reasons she probably thinks.

Of course I’m nervous about having sex for the first time, but I’m more nervous that I'm not going to be what she wants. That I won’t live up to whatever expectations she has for me, especially since she’s with Creed. I know she’s in love with him, whether she’s said the words or not. She doesn’t love me. Yet. She could easily just let me go?—

“Don’t get lost.” She commands, her hand squeezing my throat, her other little fist still stroking me, making my breath stutter and my focus snap back to her. I’d drifted too far into my own head and out of this moment with her. But she grounded me. I nod around her hand, fucking desperate to obey her and be her good boy.

She lets out a deep breath and leans down to kiss me softly. “Are you ready?” She asks in a whisper as she loosens her grip on my neck and places her hand on my chest.

“Please,” I answer, so fucking ready to feel her wrapped around me.

She lets go for half a second only to feel her wrap her hand around me once more, but this time her hand feels…calloused? Confused, I look down to see both of Collins’ hands now planted on my chest and an extra set of tattooed fingers are now wrapped around my dick. I crane my neck around Collins to see Creed grinning at me like a goddamned madman. I hadn’t even seen or heard him come back into the room.

---