“After what I saw, I’m beginning to miss Nick. He’s boring but he’s not gross.”
Creed grinned at me.
My eyes dropped to his mouth then my body angled across the cab, I grabbed him at both sides of his head, pulled him to me and kissed him hard, wet, hot and long.
I let him go, grabbed the shit I stowed and threw open the door, muttering, “Later.”
“Later, baby,” I heard him mutter back.
I sashayed to my car and I did it deliberately. I felt his eyes on me as I went and they felt fucking great. I got in, settled in and he pulled out. My car was too low to see him as he drove by which was a shame.
I sucked back mostly melted malt which still tasted great and turned my eyes to the house.
Ten minutes later, Amy left and drove away.
Half an hour after that, Nair got in his ridiculously yellow Lotus and drove away.
I followed.
Hours later, I sat on my barstool, sipping beer, watching Creed play pool and thinking.
I was thinking about what I saw earlier. Creed walking into Charlene’s house with a bucket of chicken and a bag of fixin’s, all of which made the kids and Charlene, who not only didn’t have to cook but also didn’t have to pay for it, go wild.
I was thinking of taking turns with Charlene hanging around the corner of the doorway in order to watch Creed, with not only Adam but also Leslie, in the bathroom.
I was thinking he had a lot of patience, a lot of good humor and I hadn’t heard Adam or Leslie laugh that much since their Dad left.
I was thinking of sitting on the couch in front of the window in Charlene’s living room with Theo climbing over me, Charlene beside me and watching Creed’s ass as he bent over the opened hood of her car. And I did this while thinking how much cooler it was in her house now that the windows were open and the breeze could get through.
I was thinking I liked all I was thinking about.
Shit.
I stopped thinking when I saw Creed put the end of his pool cue down, give his opponent a look and lift his hand, palm up.
The dude was pissed. He should be. He lost.
He said a few words to Creed that only a blind person would miss were angry and Creed showed no reaction whatsoever.
Total badass.
Bills were passed over without a whole lot of sportsmanlike conduct.
Creed turned from the pool table without a backward glance, walked down the steps and crossed the bar to me. He stopped in front of me and shoved the bills down my tank, straight into the cup of my bra.
I felt my clit swell along with my nipples.
He dipped his face close, his eyes never leaving me.
“Time to go home, baby.”
Fuck yeah, it was.
I smiled.
I was on my knees at the side of the bed between Creed’s spread thighs and I was working his beautiful cock.
Fucking hell, I liked his cock. Big, thick, long, hard and silky. Beautiful, every inch. All of them.
I pulled up, lips tight around the rim of the tip and, while rolling it with the tip of my tongue, I sucked deep and hard.
“Jesus,” I heard him groan then, before I knew it, I had hands in my pits and I was flying through the air.
I landed on my front in the bed and I didn’t have the chance to get used to my change in circumstances before my hips jerked violently. I heard the rip and my panties were gone.
I rolled and looked up at Creed who was looming over me.
“I wasn’t done,” I informed him.
“You’re done,” he growled.
“I totally wasn’t –”
I stopped talking because my head shot back seeing as his fingers glided through the wet between my legs and he started finger fucking me.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
He got closer, I felt his heat and hard body at my side and his fingers worked me faster, driving deeper.
I moved my hand between my legs to curl around his so I could feel.
I felt Creed’s lips skim my chest before they disappeared and then his mouth was at my ear.
“Tank off, baby,” he whispered, his fingers not ceasing for a nanosecond in their delicious activity.
I yanked off my tank.
“Bra,” he grunted.
I arched my back, twisted my arms behind me, released the clip and tore off my bra, tossing it aside.
The instant I was done, his mouth closed over a nipple.
My back left the bed, I ground my hips down on his hand and shoved my breast deeper into his mouth.
My free hand slid into his hair and I moaned, “Oh God, yes. My God, yes.”
I rode his hand, my hips bucking and jerking against his fingers.
His thumb tweaked my clit and I gasped loudly as sensations tore through me.
His mouth released my nipple.
My chin dipped down and my eyes locked on his.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He shoved his fingers up deep and tight. “Want my dick there,” he growled.
Right.
I was good with that.
“Condom,” I breathed.
He dipped his head and ran his tongue from the base of my throat, down my chest, between my breasts, over my belly and he didn’t move his fingers until his tongue slid through my wet heat.
My neck and back arched and a long, silent moan escaped my throat.
He moved away, it took me a minute to recover as I heard sounds of foil ripping then my eyes opened when he stated low, “Call it.”
I looked at him. “Call what?”
His hand shot out, hooking me at the back of the neck, pulling me up off the bed, his other arm curled around my back and he tucked me close against his body.
“Until I know what you can take, and what you can’t, you call it.”
Warm rays of sun hit me.
“What?” I whispered.
“You want me to fuck you, you wanna ride me, you want it on your knees. Against the wall. On the floor. Bent over the back of your couch.” He paused, his face got closer, his voice more impatient as he demanded, “Baby… call it.”
My invisible sun warmed me deep to my soul.
“On your back, Creed,” I whispered.
He dropped us to our sides, rolled and lifted me even as I positioned my legs. I grabbed his cock and he lowered me down as I guided it inside.
Fuck yeah.
I started moving, my eyes on him, his pinned to me.
“Hands to the headboard,” I demanded, watched his eyes flash and I ground down and kept grinding.
He lifted his hands to the headboard and I watched his fingers curl around.
My eyes went back to his face and I saw his jaw was hard.
He didn’t like that. That wasn’t his gig.
But he did it.
For me.
Fucking hell.
The heat of the rays of my sun burned deep.
I bent to him and kept moving on his cock as I explored the skin of his neck, shoulders and collarbone with my mouth.
I ended at my scabbed-over mark on his neck and licked it.
His hips started bucking up to meet my downward glides.
“Yeah, baby,” I whispered in his ear.
Suddenly, both our bodies jerked up the bed and my head flew up to see he’d pulled us both up, his arms were now cocked, the muscles flexed and straining in his biceps, the veins in his forearms had popped out.
I looked to his face as our hips met over and over, rough, hard, fast, deep, beautiful.
“You wanna touch me,” I said softly.
“Want your tits in my hands, your tongue in my mouth.”
“Take it,” I breathed.
His hands immediately moved but only one curved around my breast. The other one dove into my hair and crushed my mouth down on his. His tongue spiked out and I took it. It curled around my tongue then he sucked deep, my tongue was in his mouth and I gave it.
His thumb slid across my nipple hard and I took that too, moaning down his throat, our hips moving faster. His finger met his thumb and rolled. The kiss, already wild, went out-of-control and I had to lift a hand and curl my fingers around my headboard. The power of his hips increased so much, if I didn’t, he’d throw me off.