Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ana?s
Three Months Later
Padding out into the penthouse, I see Creed sitting on the sofa, looking handsome as ever.
He is dressed in a black tux with a bow tie and my heart drums in my chest. My simple white, knee-length dress is long sleeved and open back, with feathers dangling from the arms and a pair of white heeled sandals.
“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before a wedding?” I crinkle my nose as he stands up, looking at me, eyes glassy and full of so much love.
“No bad luck here, Ace.” He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me close to him, kissing me and I smile against his lips.
“Have I told you how much I love you, Mr Lexington?”
“I don’t believe you have, baby,” he whispers, leading me towards the front door and I feel like I am walking on air.
We haven’t had much down time, the back end of the season has kept us both busy but any time we did get, we made sure we spent it together.
My mind drifts back to our date in New York, and I lose myself in the memory for just a moment.
Standing on the red carpet, dressed in a deep red floor length gown, my hair is styled to the side and curly.
Creed stands beside me, looking as proud as punch as we posed for photos.
Questions fly towards us, but we don’t answer a single one.
We don’t need to. Creed made sure everything was out in the open when Royce found out.
His hand rests on my lower back as he leads me into the event and my eyes roam around the room.
It’s decorated stunningly and it feels like a ‘pinch me moment’ being here.
Slipping my phone out of my clutch, I snap some photos and videos.
“Do you think I am okay to post on my socials?” I whisper to Creed as he leads us to our table.
“I don’t see why not.” He shrugs. “But if you want, I’ll have a word with Zoey, the events coordinator, and just double check.”
“Could you?” I smile up at him and he leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” I mutter as he walks off and I am stood alone, just people watching.
“You look beautiful as ever.” Royce’s voice slips through me and I turn to look at him, seeing him suited and booted in a tuxedo.
“You don’t look too bad either.” I wink as Kai rocks up behind him and gives him a pat on the back and me a kiss on the cheek.
We’re sitting with Luke and Zach from Montcroix and their two drivers. I met them back in Monaco but haven’t seen them since. Creed is back, his hand pressing against the small of my back.
“She said it’s fine for you to post. She asked if you can make sure it’s posted on the team’s page as well.” He smirks and I pout.
“Of course,” I chime as we take our seats. Creed one side of me, Royce the other.
The evening goes off without a hitch, and I honestly had the best time, but now, all I want to do was get back to the hotel. Creed has been teasing me all night, fingers skating against my bare skin, dipping under the slit of my dress, seeing how far he could go before I stopped him.
I wait patiently as he says his goodbyes and I watch as Luke says something to him which has Creed tipping his head back and laughing before they shake hands and they walk away.
He leads me outside to the waiting car. The New York air feels a little cooler than it did the night before and I shudder. He hooks his suit jacket over my shoulders, and I lean into him, his lips pressing to the top of my head. I hum; I’m so happy and I’m so glad he came into my life.
His mouth is on mine as soon as we’re in the blacked-out car, his body leaning across mine. I know we should wait until we’re back in the room but sometimes, it’s just too much. His hand glides up my exposed thigh as he teases over my pussy.
“No underwear.” His eyes flame, his voice raspy.
I blush before his tongue invades my mouth, moulding together as he swirls his fingertips in my arousal, teasing a finger at my opening and I roll my hips.
“I didn’t like how every man in that room looked at you tonight. They looked at you as if they wanted you,” he whispers against my lips and I moan as he slips another finger deep inside of me, stretching me, dipping his fingers in and out.
“Did it make you jealous?” I tease him, rotating my hips over his fingers, grinding into the palm of his hand.
“Drove me fucking wild.” He growls, brushing his thumb over my clit and I moan into his mouth.
“Good.” I spur him on, wanting to put him into a jealous rage.
“You’re a brat, Ace.” He slips his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss. My breaths are ragged, and I am desperate for him.
“Do you like teasing me, like getting me all riled up?” he mutters as he tugs at his bow tie and I watch as it unravels.
“Told you before, stud, it’s my favourite thing to do,” I whisper before I climb onto his lap.
His large hands push my dress up around my waist. When his eyes fall between our bodies he sucks in a breath.
“Fuck.” The words rumbles in his throat.
Diving forward, I press my lips to his as I lift onto my knees, my greedy fingers unbuckling his belt as I tug his suit trousers down just enough for me to get to where I need to.
His fingers dig into my hips, marking my skin.
Wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, I tilt my hips forward as I line him up, teasing his large head at my opening and edging him just inside my pussy.
My lips fall apart, my breaths laboured as I pulse up and down, only taking him slightly and I watch as he bites his bottom lip. One of my hands presses against the ceiling of the car as I steady myself, taking more of him.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his eyes flicking to me.
Watching him come apart beneath me with each roll of my hips is euphoric.
“You feel so good,” I moan as he guides me up and down his cock, his hips lifting as he matches my rhythm.
“You were made for me, Ace, only me.”
“Only you,” I whisper, my spare hand skating between us as I rub my clit.
My moans become louder as his thrusts turn punishing and he takes over. My body sags as I hold myself up. The sound of our skin hitting fills the car. I am so soaked his cock slips in and out of me with ease and I know I am close to coming.
“I am so close,” I cry, my fingers rubbing my clit harder.
His hands drops from my hips. One sits on the inside of my thigh, widening my leg, stretching me out. The other curls around the base of my throat, pushing me back slightly as he watches the way his cock impales me.
“I am going to fill your tight little cunt full of me, Ace. I want you pregnant with my baby,” he groans and I whimper.
His words do something to me, pushing me into oblivion. Crying out, I crumble, falling forward as he fucks me through my orgasm until he is satisfied. He pumps himself inside of me, making sure I don’t move until he is ready.
Walking into the hotel, I am still flushed from our back seat fucking and I feel like everyone knows. Everyone can see it on my face.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispers into my hair before kissing me as we ride the lift to the penthouse suite.
“Can’t wait,” I murmur, knowing he will follow through on his promise.
Kicking my heels off, I groan in appreciation. My feet ache.
“I’m going for a quick shower.” I wink at him, and he tries to stop me but with a little teasing kiss and the promise of certain things, he lets me go happily.
“You have ten minutes,” he calls after me and I glance a look at him over my shoulder and throw him a smirk.
Peeling my dress off me, I climb under the shower and let the hot water wash the night off me. I know I will be covered in sweat soon, but I want to feel clean and fresh.
Dragging my hair off my face, I brush it through and let it fall down my back. I spritz myself with perfume and inhale deeply.
Pushing the door open, I wander out into the main part of the hotel to see him standing at the window, overlooking New York with a whiskey in his hand. Tiptoeing quietly across the floor, I clear my throat softly as he turns around to see me standing there, completely naked.
His eyes roam up and down my body.His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he shakes his head from side to side. He feels so much taller than usual. I mean, he is already really tall, but here, now he seems so much more so.
“Ace,” he rasps as he takes three steps towards me. His neck cranes down as he looks at me, his hand gripping my chin, the other still curled around his whiskey glass.
“You like?” I whisper as he tilts my face back and he hovers his mouth over mine, his breath laced in warm whiskey.
“I fucking adore it,” he groans, kissing me with all he has.
My hands press against his chest, and I lower myself to the floor, my knees hitting the tiled floor and he tuts. I blink up at him, confusion lacing my brow as he walks towards the sofa and grabs two pillows and places them in front of me.
“Can’t have my baby get sore knees now, can I?” He winks and my cheeks flame red.
He places his glass down on the side and I kneel up, unbuckling his suit trousers and tugging them down his legs. His boxers are still marked from before and I don’t know why but it turns me on knowing that he hasn’t washed me off him.
Curling my fingers in the waist band of his boxers, I roll them down his thick thighs and lick my lips when I see his cock bob in front of me, pre cum sitting at the tip.
Shuffling forward ever so slightly, I am grateful for the pillows.
I wrap my fingers around his length and tease my tongue underneath, licking from the base of his cock right to the head before I take him into my mouth, swallowing him down.
He chuckles when I gag, his fingers running through my hair as he guides me up and down him.
“You’re such a good girl,” he groans, watching as I take him in and out of his mouth.
His spare hand cups under my chin as he tilts my face back and rolls his hips forward, sliding further down my throat. My eyes go glassy as I try my hardest not to gag but I can’t.