Chapter 28
Creek all but yanked my limb off, pulling me out of the club and across the street to his place. His excitement shows once we reach his bedroom, but I'm a bit nervous.
How would you feel if I kissed you everywhere?
Uggh.
Who says stuff like that anyway?
Truthfully, Creek could tell me to go fuck myself and I’d probably swoon and do just as he asked. It's pitiful.
When we reach the center of his room he releases my hand and takes a few steps back to regard me. I shuffle in place with nerves under his eye.
“Take them off.”
“What?”
He tips his chin at me and runs his eyes down my frame, sending a shiver all the way to my fingertips. What his attention does to me will never fail to amaze me.
“Your clothes, baby. Let me see what's mine.”
Oh. My. God.
I know I'm a bit crazed, but am I hearing things now, or did the man of all of my desires just call me his?
Let me see what's mine.
I'm a fumbling, panting mess, ripping my clothes off with no finesse. Not even the sound of my knifes punching the floor the way they don't deserve can stop me.
By the time I work everything off my body at record speed, I'm shaking with need. I chance a peak at Creek and my breath catches.
The way in which he takes me in should be a sin. Everything this man does should be a sin. My skin blazes wherever his gaze trails like a phantom touch.
I'm stunned when he drops to his knees, mere feet away from me.
“Come here.”
His voice is a low sexy rasp, and my dick hardens impossibly further.
When I reach him, his hands settle on my outer thighs, and I have to bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself too soon.
Creeks mouth opens and plants a wet kiss on my thigh, above the knee. It would be sweet if he didn’t look so dirty, down on his knees before me with a wicked gleam to him.
“You know the rules. You’re in control here. Do you want more, or do you want me to stop?”
I'm confused for all of one second before realization dawns on me and he smirks, the fucker.
“Are you playing dirty? Bad flower.”
“When did I ever give the impression of being good?”
“I'll get you back for this”, I guarantee on a hum.
“Do you promise?”
His grin is devious, and I want to kiss it off his face, which makes no sense.
“I love to learn.”
An open mouth kiss is placed on my inner thigh. His hands roam my waist before a sharp slap to my ass causes me to gasp.
“I already know that. New information only.”
Oh fuck, I liked that. I liked that a lot.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I continue. “But you don't know, know, like you think you know.”
A kiss. Higher this time.
“I didn’t have proper education like you, Flower. I'm afraid I'll run into situations where I don't know what someone’s talking about or what’s going on. I constantly instill myself with information in case it becomes useful.”
Three consecutive kisses and I tip my head back. It's euphoric and it's all too much. His eyes, only for me. His straying hands and sinful lips.
“I have a best friend. More like a big brother. Anya’s father.”
I moan loudly when his tongue trails from my inner knee all the way to the crease that meets my groin.
“Oh, Flower, don't stop.”
My fingers tangle in his dark strands.
He clicks his tongue and removes my hold and I whimper.
I'm such a baby.
His baby.
“Nuh uh. This is my game, Har. Hands to yourself.”
“Fuck.”
I lick my lips and try to concentrate on the task at hand, but it's near impossible. His breath coasts along my skin and I can't help but feel that it's wasted air, that he should be breathing into me. “He was the second person to ever love me, after Cami. He took us under his wing when we were taken to the compound, and he loved us both. Still loves us.”
His lips coast across my balls. It's a barely there touch that leaves me crazed and breathless.
He’s evil.
I love it.
“Come here...”
He whispers against my skin and pulls me down gently until my face is hovering above his. “Spit on my tongue and turn around baby.”
My eyes widen and a bolt of ecstasy fires straight from my belly to my cock.
I let it pool in my mouth before drawing closer and dripping it from my tongue to his. We moan together, inhale together, and blink at the same time as if we are one. I'm so stimulated my eyes water as I turn for him.
Creek shows no sign of touching me and a breathy laugh escapes me, that sounds suspiciously like a whine before I remember the game.
“He got me out. We were supposed to escape together, but he was shot, and we were forced to leave him behind.”
A tear trails my cheek at the memory and a silent sobs jerks my chest before I can stop the jolt.
His delicious hands pry my ass cheeks apart before he licks from my taint and up.
I cry out, needing nothing more than a gust of wind to touch my cock and I’ll make a mess.
“That’s enough for now.”
He kisses my lower back gently. Massaging my glutes, like he was born for it. “You did so good baby. Made me so happy.”
“Really?” I gasp.
I want nothing more. More of that-his happiness and mine.
“Mhmm. You can touch me now.”
“Say less.”
I turn around instantly and he’s already lifting me as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist at the same time my tongue dives into his mouth.
I pull on his neatly tucked in shirt like it offended me, and rip the front open, buttons fly and hit the floor in our wake. My hands are everywhere. His hair, as I pull it. His back when I scratch him. His arms because I want him to hold me tighter and he does.
It's paradise, his arms and touch.
He drops us both onto the bed and we adjust. Me, settling into the pillows. Him, removing his remaining clothes and grabbing the lube before he positions himself between my spread legs.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
Our eye contact is fierce, and everything feels so unreal, it's magic. I lightly trail my fingers down his beautiful face, and he leans into the touch.
“I just want to be yours. Wholly.”
He growls, with that sexy scowl I adore, “You are mine.”
I moan. It's all I'm capable of when he grasps my right leg to bring it to his mouth and sucks on it. “This is mine.”
Dipping down, he sucks one of my abdomen scars into his mouth and caresses it with his tongue. I buck my hips with need. He’s so fucking close to my cock, and it aches. “This is mine.”
A bite to my throat and I whimper. “This is mine.” Smoothing the hair out of my face, the sweetest peck falls on my forehead and I swear my insides is where butterflies exist. “Mine.” He whispers.
My body is in flames, I'm being roasted alive, and I can't imagine a better way to die.
“Creek, please.”
He pulls back to lube his fingers and I shudder. He’s looking at me like he lives and breathes me.
I hope he never comes up for air.
A long finger circles my hole, then slips inside to the third knuckle. “And this is so fucking mine.”
I can't stop the whine that parts my lips, at his words.
It burns, but who knew pain meant passion, and passion meant Creek.
“Oh, fuck yes, Flower. More.”
I cry out when his mouth engulfs my cock. FINALLY!
His head bobs on my length, while his finger plunges inside me, driving me insane. A second finger drives into my ass and I moan. The sensations are too much. A grenade goes off in my stomach and my balls tighten.
When Creek moans around my dick, I'm done for. My cock explodes in his mouth. He pulls back and sucks at my tip greedily.
“Give it to me.”
I whimper.
His tongue tangles with mine straightaway and we groan as one and share my come.
“My little come slut”, he groans. “The next time you come, it will be on my cock.”
He says, just as he adds a third finger into my ass. It burns so good as he stretches me.
“Tell me you want it, baby.”
“I want it so bad; I'll kill you if you don't give it to me.”
He chuckles against my lips, and I smile against his.
“God help me, I believe you.”
One last filthy kiss shared between needy tongues, and he pulls his fingers out to grab a condom. Except he doesn't put it on. Just stares at the tiny package like it offended him, then looks to me with questioning eyes.
I want to feel all of him, so I nod, and he lines his cock up with my hole.
I'm nervous and ready. Ready and nervous.
More than anything, I'm happy.
I can't help but tense when his length tries to breach my entrance.
“You gotta relax for me baby.”
“Sorry...”
I whisper. It's only now I realize I'm shaking.
“Here, lift up.”
He taps my outer thigh and shoves a pillow underneath my ass. “Breathe.”
I take a deep breath and do my best to relax my muscles while his free hand rubs soothing lines up and down my leg.
When he attempts to breach my hole again, I'm ready for him. His cock slides in and I hiss.
“You’re doing good, just keep breathing.”
He pulls back a bit then slides in a little further. The stretch burns, and I'm a bit uncomfortable, but his skin against mine has my dick hardening once more because I'm a slut for him.
“Little more.”
His voice is rough, and pure sex. His neck is on display with his head thrown back and I don't think I've ever seen anything more alluring than this.
He continues pulling back and pushing in a bit more, little by little, until his cock is fully sated in my asshole. He pauses, and it's as if our minds are on the same channel when we meet in the middle and kiss.
Our tongues slide together, and all I can think, feel, and breathe is how right this is. Creek and Harlyn. Harlyn and Creek.
When he pushes off my body, I whine at the loss of contact, but my protests dry on my tongue when he grasps my thighs and lifts my knees towards my ears. He resembles a god above me, and I'm nothing more than his subject.
Creeks hips roll against my ass we groan. Then he's moving. It's slow at first, the burn all but gone, until I'm wrapped in pleasure.
His hands flex against my thighs right before he picks up speed.
“Oh shit”, I moan.
“You’re so fucking tight, Har”, He growls.
He rocks into me, fucking me hard on his cock for all I'm worth. I cry out when he hits that insane place, I never knew lived inside of me.
A great wave of erotic pleasure detonates inside of me accompanied by a shiver, that touches my every limb, down to the tips.
I'm a mess of moans, whimpers, and groans while Creek switches between watching me and where he’s fucking me.
“Hold your legs up for me, baby.”
Hands spread and knead my globes as he picks up his pace.
My dick is throbbing, leaking from my tip, pooling on my belly as he drives me to heaven.
“Fuck, Har. Your tiny hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. Gonna make me come.”
One of his hands latch onto the headboard above me and he fucks said hole, like it did him dirty and it's being punished. His muscles flex with exertion, sweat beading on his skin. “Want my come, baby? Want me to fill up your slutty hole, so good?”
I moan, a familiar sensation building in my gut and balls, signaling a point of no return. “Nughh, yes Flower. Fill me with your fat cock.”
“Fuck.”
He groans. Hips jerking an awkward angle and I feel the spurt of his warm come, spilling.
My eyes roll, head dropping back as my dick erupts. Ropes of come spray my belly and chest and I sigh with relief.
Dropping my legs, I wrap my arms around my Flower and pull him onto my chest. We stay like that for some time. Nothing but our breathing to be heard in the quiet room.
My limbs feel empty, and I'm sated. That was amazing. He is amazing. My thought drift to everything he said, and a smile tilts my lips.
I just want to be yours. Wholly.
You are mine.
Intrusive thoughts haunt me, and anxiety builds in my chest. I know if I don't clear the air now, I'll never recover.
“Creek?”
I whisper.
“Yes?”
“Will you be mine too?”
He shifts to meet my eye. My chest is so heavy, the feeling making me nauseous while I wait on pins and needles.
“Yours.”