To communicate all this, I stated, “I don’t renege on a deal.”
His head tilted slightly to the side and he asked softly, “You ready?”
“You gonna make me ready?” I asked back and got another grin, this one
way
different.
“Oh yeah.”
That got another nipple tingle but this one didn’t stop at my nipples. It traveled south.
Therefore my, “Then… yeah. I’m ready,” came out breathy.
His hands fisted in my hair, his face hardened with something that was seriously hot and his lips ordered, “Then up, get to the living room and get naked.”
I was right.
Seriously hot.
“The living room?” I asked.
“Baby, what’d I say?” Creed asked in return.
I stared down at him still feeling the tingle.
Then I did as Creed said.
* * * * *
I was naked on my knees on the back of the couch. Creed was standing in front of me wearing nothing but jeans. I had my legs spread and Creed had his hand between them, toying with my clit. I had my hand flat against his hard crotch and I was rubbing. Through this, we were kissing hard, wet and hot as we had been for a good long time.
He was toying, taking his time, giving me nothing, hints, whispered caresses, making me go for it and taking it away, which made me happy for the scraps he was giving me at the same time desperate to have everything. He’d been doing this for a long time, too.
Needless to say, I was primed. I had his tongue in my mouth and his hand between my legs but I wanted his fingers or other parts of his anatomy inside me and I was at a point where I didn’t care where he put them.
Before I could tear my mouth from his and inform him of this fact, he tore his from mine and suddenly I wasn’t on my knees facing him. I was turned, my knees at the back edge of the couch and I had Creed’s hand between my shoulder blades, pushing down until I was face to the cushions, ass in the air. It was not a position I’d ever been in but, albeit somewhat acrobatic, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Stay that way, baby. Do not move. I’ll be back,” his rough growl came at me and I did a full body shiver.
I didn’t like bossy. I didn’t like to be ordered around. I didn’t like to be controlled.
That was to say, I didn’t like it from anyone, not anyone, but Creed.
So this was
hot.
Phoenix hot. Remember for the rest of your life that time you did it in the living room hot.
I did as he said and felt Creed leave the room then I felt him come back and position behind me. A second later I heard a soft “funf” of something hitting the couch then his hands were on me, oiled, slippery, warm,
amazing.
Oh yeah. I was right. This was
hot.
His hands traveled the skin of my waist, up my back, down my sides then they disappeared. I heard a cap pop, another soft “funf and his hands were back, slicker, warmer, roaming everywhere, oiling my entire back, my sides, ribs, waist and around where he rubbed the oil into my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples making me squirm. Back to the bottle and more oil, over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs.
Those thighs started trembling.
Back to the bottle, another “funf” then more oil over the insides of my thighs and up over the cheeks of my ass.
“Spread wide, baby, give me all you got,” Creed murmured, his voice rough.
I slid my legs wide without hesitation.
I moaned into the cushions as his slick hand slid between the cleft of my ass, through my wet and over my pulsing clit. His finger rolled, gentle, soft, mind-boggling and my hands slid out so my fingers could curl around the edge of the couch cushion to hold on.
“You can get a hand up here, Sylvie, I want your finger here. Soft, sweet, like this,” he kept touching me, showing me what he wanted. “You make yourself come, baby, I won’t be pleased.”
This was another challenge that I was willing to accept but wasn’t so sure I could best it. Still, I was going to try. So I braced my torso on the couch and put my hand between my legs. Creed’s fingers gave mine access but they didn’t go away. Covering mine, he felt as I touched myself and I knew he liked it when he growled and pressed his hard, jeans covered cock against my thigh.
“My Sylvie,” he murmured, his other slippery hand roaming my slick skin, “so beautiful, so sweet, so fuckin’ hot.”
Shivers drifted up my spine, my hard, throbbing nipples brushed the upholstery of the couch making them throb harder and Creed’s hand drifted back through the wet then away. He went back to the bottle and I felt the oil dripping directly onto my skin, sliding down my spine, between the cheeks of my ass, drenching me. I felt more shivers and it took everything not to press harder, deeper, roll my hips into my hand, strain them to him.
I was coated in oil, so were his hands as they moved over me, pressing in, circling, fingers curling so his knuckles could dig deep into my muscles, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. A sexy massage. An erotic rubdown.
So when it happened, I was ready to take him as his slippery fingertip slid inside my ass.
My body tensed except the muscles of my legs quivered, my ass reflexively tipped up, pushed out to get more and his finger slid in a little deeper.
Another moan into the couch.
Oh God, that was good.
Oh God, how was that good?
“You want more?” Creed’s thick voice came at me.
“Yes,” I breathed into the couch.
“Say please, Sylvie.”
Oh God, that was even hotter.
I took too long, enjoying how hot it was and I knew this because his finger slid out.
Crazy, insane but I wanted it back.
“Please,” I gasped, tipping my ass up, an invitation.
His hand slid across my cheek, cupping it, the pads of his fingers digging in and his voice was husky when he muttered, “Good, beautiful. Now take your hand away, hold onto the couch. I’m gonna work you and when you want my cock, you ask for it and you do it nice. Yeah?”
As I said, I didn’t mind this bossy Creed. No way. No fucking way.
“Yeah,” I replied immediately.
“Stop touching yourself, Sylvie.”
Okay, shit. I didn’t want to do that but I did it.
It was the right thing to do. I was rewarded immediately. When my hand slid away, his hand slid in and he finger fucked my pussy as I felt a finger slide slightly inside my ass.
“You want more, say please,” Creed ordered, fucking me hard between my legs with his fingers.
“Please,” I begged, moving my hips with his hand and he gave me more.
God, shit, he was right. This was awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. So good, it felt like I was going to come out of my skin.
“More?” he asked.
Oh yeah. More. Definitely more.
“More,” I gasped, holding onto the edge of the couch, the fabric torture against my hard nipples, my legs trembling so hard they were shivering.
“What do you say?” Creed prompted.
“Please,” I whimpered and he didn’t delay, he gave me more.
He kept doing it without me asking and I was on the edge, so close, so fucking close and he pulled out, tweaked my clit then his fingers wrapped around the outsides of my thighs.
“You don’t come like this, baby,” he growled. “You come with me inside you.”
“Take my ass,” I replied instantly.
“Ask nice,” he ordered just as quickly.
“Take my ass, Creed, please.”
I felt his hands clench my flesh before he demanded, “Finger to your clit, baby. Make yourself come while I fuck your ass.”
I nearly slid off the front of the couch as I hurried to do what I was told and my whole body was quaking, ready, fevered. I felt the sleek, oil-slickened head of his cock prod, push, slow, firm, back, then more, gentle, careful until he pushed through with the tip then he slid slowly all the way in and he had me. Every bit of me. The one last part he didn’t have yet was now Creed’s.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere,” he groaned as he started fucking my ass. “Harder baby. Take yourself there.”
I pressed harder, deeper, rolled, bucked, reared into his smooth, deep strokes, his hands curled around my hips pulling me to him, pushing me away at the same time holding me steady on the couch.
It built and, God, it was too much. It was too huge. I couldn’t take it. It was burning through me. It was going to consume me.
“Creed,” I panted into the couch, panic rising as the pleasure swelled. Wild, uninhibited pleasure that felt like it was going to destroy me and I lifted up onto a hand in the couch, arm straight.
“Work yourself, Sylvie,” Creed grunted, going faster, getting impatient, one hand slid around my hip to cover mine between my legs, he pushed in, rolled then twitched our fingers as he kept at my ass and it overwhelmed me.
My head shot back, my muscles seized and my cry pierced the room as I experienced the most intense, overpowering, extraordinary orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
It kept hold of me as Creed kept fucking me, his fingers kept at my clit and one orgasm rolled into another. I was on my third when Creed’s other arm sliced around the front of my hips, pulling me to him, burying himself inside me and I heard his deep, rumbling groan.
I kept still, staring unseeing at the couch, feeling him around me, inside me, never thinking this would be good, never thinking I’d allow this, not again, not ever and there it was. Like everything with Creed, I gave him my trust, he gave me beauty.
Slowly and carefully, he slid out then I was up and turned, knees back in the back of the couch, facing Creed. I barely got my head tipped back to look up at him before the fingers of both his hands drove into the sides of my hair and back, fisting and his face dipped close so his nose nearly brushed mine and he was all I could see.
“Now I have all of you. I own every inch of you. Every centimeter. You gave it to me when you were six and it took me twenty-eight years to claim all of it but now it’s mine, Sylvie. Every…” his fingers gave my hair a gentle tug, “single…” another tug and his eyes burned into mine, “
inch
.”
Holy shit. How could he be turning me on mere minutes after I had the hugest multiple orgasm in the history of time?
“I take it you
really
like ass play,” I noted softly and watched his eyes flare.
Then his head shifted back, his hands slid down to the sides of my neck and he announced, “I’m gonna go deal with this condom. You’re gonna go to bed. Take the oil with you. We are far from done.”
Excellent.
That gave me a full body shiver.
I grinned before I reached up, grabbed his head, pulled it down to me and laid a hot, wet, long one on him.
I let him go, jumped to my feet on the couch, jumped from the couch to the floor, snatched up the oil and dashed out of the room, my hair flying out behind me, knowing, every second, Creed’s eyes watched.
* * * * *
“Oh my God.
Oh my God!
” I cried as my sixth orgasm of the night tore through me, my fingers clenched in Creed’s hair as his mouth devoured me.
Seriously, my man was the master of giving head.
Seriously.
As I came down, I felt him nuzzling my belly with his nose and lips. I lifted up on my elbows and saw while I was still in the throes of my climax, he’d swung my legs off his shoulders and now he had his forearms in the bed on either side of me but my hands were still clenched in his hair.
I tugged gently and his head came up.
I drank him in.
Scar and all, he was beautiful.
To tell him this I slid the fingers of one of my hands to his face, running the tips along his cheekbone, down his nose to trail the path of the line of his lower lip. I trailed them over the scar on his upper lip then up again over the scar on his cheekbone, his temple and through the white streak in his hair. Once I’d accomplished this, my other hand slid the hank of hair that had fallen to his forehead to the side and, as expected, it fell right back to its original position.
I didn’t get to try again as Creed’s big body shifted up over me, settling in, covering me.
He pressed one hand under me so he was braced on one forearm in the bed but still holding me while his other hand curved against the side of my head, thumb sweeping out over my cheekbone and he spoke.
“To respond to your earlier comment, beautiful, yeah, like I mentioned before, I like ass play. But it’s not what you think. It’s tight, it feels good, absolutely, but that’s not it. It’s about trust. It’s about sharing. It’s about giving. For most people it’s about losing your inhibitions and opening yourself up to the next level of intimacy. And with you,” his face dipped closer as his voice dipped lower, “it’s about me giving back what was taken from you and you trusting me to do it. That wasn’t huge. That was something so big, there isn’t a word for it but the closest I can come to it is that it’s beautiful.”
He was not wrong so I agreed, “It
was
beautiful, baby.” My arms slid around him and held him tight. “And so are you.”
Creed’s eyes, already warm, warmed more, warming straight through me before he grinned and stated, “Glad you didn’t renege on your part of losin’ the challenge.”
I grinned back. “Me too.”
His thumb moved over my face, my cheekbone, down to my jaw and over my lips as his eyes watched and his grin faded.
Then his gaze came back to me.
“That month I was following you, watchin’ you, seein’ how you lived, dressed, what you did, I knew somethin’ had gone wrong. I didn’t know what. I thought you were with Dixon and he cheated on you, didn’t treat you right. The only thing I knew, your Daddy lied, you weren’t happy.”
I contradicted him gently, “Actually, I was happy, Creed.”
“Not the way you deserve to be happy,” he returned immediately.
I didn’t have a reply to that mostly because it didn’t need one. He was right.
He continued to hold my gaze and I knew he read what lay behind it when he whispered, “I’m glad you’re happy, my Sylvie.”
He gave it to me, kept giving it to me, open, honest, putting it right out there so I licked my lips and gave it back to him. “I have the only thing I ever wanted lying on top of me, so thanks for making me happy, Tucker Creed.”