Creed (Unfinished Hero #2)(57)

He kissed me back.

We broke the kiss, his fingers slid out as he dropped his head to kiss my throat. He moved to shove himself through the two front seats as I righted my jeans and then I shoved myself through.

I was belting my seatbelt when Creed put the truck in gear and rolled.

I looked to the side, saw he had the tip of his middle and index fingers in his mouth and he was licking them clean.

My cl*t spasmed.

Oh yeah.

This partnering business was gonna be all kinds of good.

* * * * *

I held onto the headboard even though I really had no choice.

With two scarves tied to my wrists, their ends clutched between my palms and the headboard, in other words within easy reach if I needed to release them, I couldn’t move my hands.

I was on my knees in the pillows, ass tipped back, Creed behind me, arms around me, both hands at my br**sts, rolling and tugging my ni**les as he powered deep.

My head flew back as the headboard rocked with his drives and my body’s jerks.

This shit was great.

“You okay?” Creed grunted in my ear.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Harder.”

He drilled up harder.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

“Give me more, Sylvie,” he growled and I arched my back and tipped up my ass. “Yeah, baby,” he approved and slammed in harder.

“Creed!” I gasped, so close, oh so f**king close.

He pulled out to the tip and stopped.

No!

I pressed back but he moved with me, withholding.

“Need you, baby, I’m close,” I whispered.

He withheld, I only had the tip and his mouth came back to my ear.

“Keep your back arched, ass high, yeah, Sylvie?”

“Creed,” I begged.

“Let me give you somethin’ good,” he urged, his voice rough, the smooth totally gone.

I swallowed then nodded.

I lost the tip and I bit my lip not to whimper.

His fingers swept my hair over one shoulder then, starting at the base of my scalp, one trailed down my neck, between my shoulders, slow, so f**king slow.

“Arch, tip that ass,” he murmured and I arched deeper for him, lifting my ass further. “Beautiful,” he muttered, his finger going down my spine, down, between the cheeks of my ass, down through my wet, he tweaked my cl*t and my entire body jolted, the headboard banging.

Oh God. He was right. This was good. This was hot.

“You should see you,” he whispered and I felt both his hands at my hips, they went up my sides, light, over my ribs, light, and then they moved in to cup my br**sts. “Give me those, Sylvie.”

I pressed into his hands. His thumbs moved to rub over my ni**les hard, my body jerked again and my heavy breaths grew heavier. Creed rewarded me, his thumbs circling my ni**les, pressing deep, making me moan.

“Fuck, so f**kin’ beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving to my back, pressing in more now, pushing me further down.

They moved over and curled around my ass, the thumbs sliding in, gliding along the sides of the cleft, one honed in and circled the sensitive skin and, f**k me, f**k me, I was so far gone, I wanted it so much I strained into it.

“Gonna take that,” he muttered.

Oh yeah.

He pressed in tighter. “When you’re ready, baby, gonna f**k that and play with you while I do. Rock your world.”

“Do it now,” I breathed.

His thumb moved away and I couldn’t control the whimper before I felt his lips move over the ass cheek of my right side then up to the small of my back.

“Oh no,” he whispered against my skin. “Got you tied and arched for me. Little at a time.”

“I’m ready,” I panted and felt his lips move against the small of my back like he was smiling.

“Pleased, Sylvie, but when I f**k that, you’re gonna be a whole lot more than ready.”

Holy shit.

Something to look forward to.

My legs quivered.

His mouth disappeared and not a second later, his c**k drove inside again.

I came instantly and I came hard. Never better. Never bigger. Never.

Fabulous.

I took him through mine, I took him through his and I stayed tied, on my knees, arched with ass tipped back as he pulled out but moved a hand between my legs and toyed with me gently until he was finished with me. Then he positioned under me and I thought he was going to take me with his mouth but his long arms reached up, gently pulled the ties out from under my palms and he released me. With hands to my hips, he slid me down his body. When I was close, one of his hands slid into my hair to pull my face down to his and kiss me.

When he was done, he shoved my face in the side of his neck.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“How good?”

“Really f**king good.”

His arms wrapped tight around me and he gave me a squeeze.

I pressed closer and brushed my lips against his skin before I whispered there, “Thank you.”

“Baby, you don’t have to thank me for makin’ you come.” His voice had a smile in it. “My pleasure and I mean that in every way that can mean.”

I lifted up and looked down at him.

I was not smiling and his faded when he caught sight of my face.