Noah-
"Noah, please come downstairs and help me." Maine dropped in on me through Alexa.
She had it sitting on her guest bedroom nightstand.
She sounded angry.
I had to force myself to get out of bed after taking half of an Ambien and an Abilify.
Sometimes I couldn’t sleep, and the fact that I was being woken up every night irritated me.
I was reconsidering spending the week at Ivory’s place.
I pulled on a white T-shirt, a pair of gray sweatpants, and Nike slides.
When I got to the backyard where the graduation party was supposed to be, the vibe was completely different from the scene I’d left earlier.
There was no music, nobody was in the pool, and the twenty or so people left looked like they were being held hostage.
I quickly understood why.
Ivory was shouting, "Who the hell gave my little sister Molly? Everyone here knows who my dad is.
Do you really want him showing up because you drugged his daughter while she was drunk? Now she's passed out! What the fuck I’m supposed to do now?"
"All y’all some stupid mother fuckers," she yelled at everyone.
Maine was standing on the DJ podium, her face red, her long hair sticking to her skin.
She was pissed.
She'd probably be more pissed if she knew Creed had taken Molly before.
Once, Jason had me pick her up from some listening party about five months earlier.
She was high as fuck.
Everybody at the party was looking around as if nobody knew who did it, which seemed to piss Maine off even more.
She was protective over Creed.
She had called her “her baby”
when she was born and had been treating her as such since then.
She turned her heavy gaze on me when nobody answered.
She stared at me accusingly, like I had given them to her.
"Noah, pick her up and take her to her room.”
She order then turned back to the crowd
“Everybody's got to go.
I ain’t really feeling this shit anymore.
Everybody’s got to get the fuck out." She clapped.
"If I drove you, hurry the fuck up so I can drop you the fuck off, before you have to catch an Uber."
I sighed inwardly.
I really didn’t want to deal with Creed after the incident in the van.
I couldn’t believe she'd fucking dry-humped my leg to orgasm after being spread wide on her professor's desk.
That was the last thing I expected to see when I followed her. But then, I really wasn’t surprised. Creed was chaos, and chaos turns into a catastrophe. After what I'd seen and what she'd done, I was staying as far away from her as possible.
“Noah, take her…”
Maine barked at me with fire in her eyes.
I nodded.
Starting tomorrow, I was staying away from Creed.
Right now, I was going to do what I was told.
Carefully, I scooped Creed up from the patio chair and into my arms.
She had a damp towel wrapped around her shoulders, clinging to her skin.
Her body was limp and heavy, when she stirred, half-awake, her arms ended up around my neck, her fingers curling into my hair.
"You smell good," she mumbled, barely audible, as she snuggled into my chest. I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore how good she smelled, like vanilla and lavender.
As I trudged up the stairs, each step echoed in the quiet house, keeping me distracted enough not to think about how good she sounded earlier.
I had nearly cum on myself when she forced my hand on her breast.
I kicked open the guest room door and laid her gently on her bed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her sweaty face.
Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, meeting mine.
She mumbled something incomprehensible, then she pushed the towel that had been covering her off.
Divine intervention could not have stopped me from looking.
I wasn’t prepared.
Earlier she’d been in a swimsuit covering.
Now all she had on was the smallest white bathing suit that I’d ever seen. Her tits were barely restrained.
She mumbled something else I still couldn't understand, then spread her thick legs open.
Her flimsy bottom was folded between her thick pussy lips.
Light brown and pink, it looked like something sweet to eat.
A deep groan pushed past my lips.
My eyes had a mind of their own as they roamed over the outline of her dark areolas, then down to her thick thighs.
Her entire body was thick and smooth, the color of milk with a little bit of coffee.
I made a conscious decision—which I would later blame on the Ambien and other meds—to reach out and touch her.
I moved my hand to her breast, pushing her top away.
I told myself what I was doing was okay, she’d put it directly in my hand earlier.
I smoothed my thumb over the nipple.
They were huge and dark brown, almost black.
I wanted to taste them, but I wouldn’t, and I didn't linger too long playing with them or I might have done something worse than I already was doing.
I trailed a finger down to her waist, then downward, and massaged her fleshy right thigh.
She lightly snored through it all. My eyes got transfixed on her pussy. She was wet, and I wanted to suck the cream directly from her pussy hole. At that thought, I walked away.
Troy, Scarlett, and Maine would fucking kill me if Creed told them she woke up and found me there, groping her.
My dick throbbed so badly that it hurt.
I went straight to the hall bathroom, stripped.
The glass door clicked shut, sealing me in like I needed to be, away from her.
I pressed my palms against the slick tiles, and stepped under the cold spray gasping as the water hit my shoulders, the shock numbed me a bit..
I could still feel the urge low in my stomach, but I forced myself to stand still, to breathe through it.
I wanted to jack off so badly, but I didn’t want to find pleasure in thoughts of Creed.
That was dangerous.
I had issues.
I’d fixate on things I wanted, until I was too far gone to remember what restraint looked like.
One day, I’d want to know what the real thing was like.
I stayed in the water until my dick went down, I dragged myself into the guest room, skin still raw from the cold, and slid under the covers, naked and exhausted.
I reached for the pill bottle on the nightstand, shook out a whole Ambien, and dry-swallowed it.I didn’t dream when I took them, and the last thing I needed was for thoughts of Creed to follow me to sleep.
Once she crawled in my head, I wouldn’t be able to root her out
I don’t know when I drifted off but I woke up feeling like only minutes had passed.
There was weight on top of me.
It was hard as fuck to open my eyes.
At first, I thought I was dreaming until I felt the wetness.
I forced my eyes open and saw a silhouette of Creed.
I had to be dreaming.
My head felt heavy, foggy, like I’m underwater, and for a second, I let myself believe it was.
Then I felt her.
She had my dick caged between the slippery, warm folds of her pussy, grinding on it. My heart pumped like mad in my chest. "What are—" was all I got out before she slammed her hand over my mouth.
She laid her body down, pressing against me, her naked skin against mine.
Her soft breasts pushed into my hard chest.
She felt so fucking good.
She traced my ear with her tongue before whispering, "Shhh, sissy is asleep, wouldn't want to wake her up.
Don’t worry, I'm not going to put it in, just let me make us feel good.”
I tucked my lips into my mouth and closed my eyes tight.
The last thing I wanted to do was wake Maine up.
I would probably be blamed if we got caught.
Trapped under Creed, she used me, sliding her pussy back and forth across my dick.
I fisted the sheets.
It was hard not to grab a hold of her and take over, shove my dick inside her and fuck her hard and nasty like she was begging me to do by pulling these stunts of hers.
"Yes, yes, god yes, yes,yes,yes—" she panted in my ear.
I was having a hard time keeping quiet.
The friction she created was delicious torture.
She was trying to fucking kill me.
She slowed her movements down.
No, that wouldn't do.
Out of pure fucking physical need to cum right then, I gave in and touched her, grabbed her hips, and dragged her back and forth at the pace I needed until y cum shot out all over us and her body went stiff.
"Noah, I'm cumming," she moaned in my ear, and my fucking spine tingled.
Only a few seconds passed before she raised her head, pressed a sweet kiss against my lips, and then, with energy she shouldn't have had, she pushed herself from the bed to stand.
"Goodnight, Noah," she said in a sugary sweet tone that made no sense coming from her when she was covered in my cum.
I raised my hand to rub my eyes.
Maybe I was dreaming.
I didn't get to dwell on it long because she disappeared out of my bedroom door, and the sleeping pill I'd taken was stronger than my bafflement.