Creed (Unfinished Hero #2)(34)

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 cl*t swell along with my ni**les.

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 h*ps 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 f**king 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 h*ps 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 h*ps bucking and jerking against his fingers.

His thumb tweaked my cl*t 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 br**sts, 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 f**k 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 c**k 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 c**k as I explored the skin of his neck, shoulders and collarbone with my mouth.