Noah-
The music blared, drowning out any sound of me entering the kitchen.
It smelled like blueberry muffins and bacon.
Creed was absorbed in the moment, oblivious to my presence.
I watched her, waiting for the guilt to hit me for how I’d taken her the night before, but it didn’t come. In my mind, my actions had been acceptable. She had set the precedent between us. She used me, and I used her. At least for the next week.
Creed's eyes were closed, lost in the rhythm, swaying to the beat.
She was wearing one of her barely-there outfits again, always dressed in so little.
A pair of pink shorts hugged her ass and hips, and a crop top covered her slightly rounded belly.
Her curves were mesmerizing. Her bushy, untamed hair hung down her back, and it had me fantasizing about wrapping it around my fist. She sang along to Kirby's "Velvet," belting the sultry lyrics with a voice that rivaled her mother’s.
"He said, 'That for me? All that, and it's free?'" She rocked her hips in circles, completely lost in the moment.
"They don't make 'em like this.
You can't find this on the gram,
'Cause I keep mine private."
This was a side of her I hadn't seen before, and I liked it.
The lyrics she sang resonated with me because of her.
As she sang, I couldn’t help but join in, altering the lyrics slightly to reflect my own feelings.
"I can’t help it, 'cause it’s high, high-priced velvet.
Ooh, the type that she’s blessed with.
Yeah, it’s high, high-priced velvet." It was a fact—her insides had felt like velvet to me.
Startled by my presence, she turned with her hand on her chest, glaring at me.
I smirked in return.
"I didn’t sneak up on you.
You were singing about your velvet pussy too loudly to hear me." I walked fully into the luxury Airbnb kitchen and took a seat on the plush high-back stool at the granite island, where plates had already been set out.
Creed had been doing all the cooking because, frankly, neither I nor Maine could.
"Don't sneak up on me like that." She snapped.
These were the first words she’d spoken to me since the club.
Now the dynamics between us had shifted, and Creed was avoiding me.
No more late-night visits or randomly sitting in my lap.
The slight apprehension I saw in her eyes when she did look at me amused me now.
Right now, I could see the range of emotions playing across her face.
She wanted me to leave the kitchen to make her comfortable, but I wouldn’t.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend, Creed?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.
I could tell she was taken aback by the question.
"Because I don’t want one.
Why does it matter to you?"
"You’ve been asking Maine about me, gathering information.
Instead of doing that, I thought I'd get the answers straight from the source—out of curiosity."
Before she could respond, Maine walked in, looking too well-rested for someone I’d had to pick up from a house party because she got drunk and couldn’t drive, and didn’t want to leave her van at someone else’s house.
I’d had to catch an Uber, then drive her back.
It seemed she was trying to go to every party in Miami while we were here.
"The smell of your muffins woke me up, sissy." She kissed me on the forehead, then did the same to Creed, then took a spot next to me.
"We won’t be doing anything today but sitting around the house watching movies, if that’s okay with you two." Maine advised.
Creed rolled her eyes at both of us before turning back to the stove.
Maine’s two friends, whose names I couldn’t remember, joined us, and they all started talking.
My focus, however, remained on Creed.
I wanted to mess with her the way she had been messing with me.
I’d noticed her limping the day after the club, but I couldn’t ask her about it. After she set out all the food and took her spot at the table, I asked, "Hey, Creed, who had you walking funny after the club?"
Everyone stopped talking, and she glared at me.
"None of your business."
I nodded, opening my mouth to say more.
Maine's foot connected with my shin under the table.
I turned to look at her, and she shook her head slightly.
I chuckled internally.
After lunch, I intended to take a two-hour nap but woke up to find it was already dark outside.
Vacation was kinder to me than I thought it would.
I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been working until I wasn’t working anymore, and it was easier to sleep when you weren’t dealing with shady mother fuckers in dark warehouse and alleys.
After brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower, I left my room to find that two mattresses had been pulled off the beds and moved into the living room.
They were pushed together in front of the TV.
Maine was on the right, the blondes were in the middle, and one of Jason's frat brothers, Devon, sat next to Creed on one side.
Devon was a linebacker for their football team, a big guy from Miami who wore gold grills and claimed Miami was a different state than the rest of Florida. Maine had had a crush on him for years, which was probably why she was paying more attention to him and Creed than to the movie. I took a seat next to Maine.
"You alright?" I asked, speaking low enough for only her to hear.
"I'm okay," she replied, her voice lower than usual.
"I thought you were going to tell him how you felt on graduation night?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"I did.
He explicitly told me he doesn’t like me.
I can’t make him." She shrugged.
"Does Creed know?" I probed further.
She shook her head.
"Let's just watch the movie."
I shrugged, and Maine leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I kept cutting my eyes at Creed, and every time I looked, she was looking back at me.
A smirk curved my lips, and it stayed there until she came over to tell Maine that she and Devon were about to go get something to eat after she showered.
I waited about five minutes before I made an excuse to follow Creed into the room.
"I need to call Scarlett back," I told Maine, not waiting for her to reply.
Creed was in the shower.
I stood outside the bathroom door until the water turned off before entering.
I swear I’d only followed her to talk about Maine and Devon—at least that’s the lie I was sticking with.
But when I saw her, all the blood left my brain. My only thought was how much I wanted to trace the stretch marks on her hips with my tongue. Her naked skin was flawless, her flesh soft.
Before she could react, I moved toward her, lifting her and setting her on the sink.
A gasp escaped from her mouth.
"What the hell?" she protested, using force as she dropped her hands to my chest and tried to push me away.
"Stop, Noah."
I chuckled.
"You don’t get to say no or stop.
You didn’t ask me for permission, and I never told you to stop.
I get the same freedom. I’ll touch you when I want to. Fuck you when I want to. Taste you when I want to."
Leaning down, I grazed her right nipple with my teeth while pinching the other one between my thumb and forefinger.
Her response was a purring sound that made me ache all over.
My dick twitched painfully as her head lolled back against the mirror, her eyes shut.
I needed to feel her insides before...
before what, I didn’t know.
I just needed to be inside her.
I pulled away from her breast, dropped my hand, and played with her pussy, using my thumb to massage her clit. I pulled my dick free from my joggers, lined it up with her opening, and spread my fingers across her belly, feeling her heartbeat hammering under my hand. Holding her still, I slid into her slowly, savoring the feeling. She wrapped her legs around my hips without instruction. I was surprised when she pulled me down into a kiss. I pressed my lips to hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like her blueberry muffins. The deeper I pushed into her, the harder she sucked my tongue. Her hands gripped my hair, tugging at my scalp as we exchanged breaths.
Fully inside her, I wanted to pound into her, send her limping to her dinner date, but I also wanted to prolong this moment.
The feeling was almost too much to bear.
My balls were already tightening.
My fingers found her clit, rubbing fast circles as I continued fucking her, my thrusts becoming sloppy. I pulled my mouth away from hers. Her breathing was erratic, bouncing all over the place.
She raised both hands to my neck, applying pressure to my throat, and started meeting my thrusts.
Her eyes never opened, her skin slick with sweat.
My stomach tightened as her hands tightened around my neck, restricting my airflow.
My eyes rolled back. I struggled to keep them open. "I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?" I managed to choke out, forcing air into my lungs.
"In me," she pleaded, her voice sultry and unrestrained.
I could feel her clenching around me, wetting me.
She squeezed my throat harder as she came, moaning her release.
I exploded inside her, not stopping until I’d pumped everything I had into her. Panting, I pulled away dripping cum. she slumped against the mirror. Her legs were spread wide enough to see my cum leaking from her.
Feeling satisfied, I leaned down to her ear, my voice a low murmur.
“Enjoy your dinner date,”
I whispered, letting my lips brush against her skin before I forced myself to step back.
I adjusted my pants, glancing at her one last time, the marks of what we’d just done visible on her flushed skin, my cum still glistening on her thighs.
The sight alone stirred something dark in me, but I pushed it down.
I knew I needed to leave before I let it all get to my head.
Without another word, I left the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind me.
I made my way back down the hallway, my mind buzzing, trying to process.
I was supposed to feel regret, maybe even shame, but all I felt was the want, no need to do it again.
The voices from the living room drifted toward me.
They were all oblivious to what had just happened a few doors down.
I took a deep breath and walked in, forcing myself to join the group, take a seat beside Maine as and watch Creed walk out of the door with Devon, as if nothing had changed.