Chapter 12
Ravage listened on while the neighbors to his left disturbed the entire neighborhood.
He would like to say that they were having a screaming match, but that wasn’t the case.
As it hardly ever was. No, it was just Paul yelling at Bev.
To his knowledge, the other man wasn’t physically abusive, just verbally, which wasn’t any better, but that he wasn’t putting his hands on Bev was the only thing saving him from receiving an ass-whooping from Ravage.
He had, however, already decided that when Bev finally had enough of his shit and more than likely killed Paul, Ravage would be her alibi.
All he had honestly been trying to do was work out in his backyard.
Purgatory was closed for the day, and he’d already made the arrangements for the trip they would take in the next two weeks.
While he’d always been happy to go on vacation with Karter before they started dating, he was even more so now.
He also would have to thank Sora for getting them separate rooms this time, instead of a suite.
The last thing he needed was for her parents to hear what he planned to do to her.
While they’d had a little fun a couple of weeks ago at the drive-in and had repeated it a few times since then, Ravage had not taken it any further than that. He wasn’t typically one to be sentimental, but he wanted their first time together to be memorable.
He gave up on trying to concentrate on his workout with all the yelling going on.
Placing his weights down, he walked back into the house, going over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
He drank it while heading to his bedroom to shower.
It was Monday, and he had absolutely nothing to do.
There were no pieces he wanted to work on, and Karter was spending the day having lunch and shopping with Sora.
He supposed he could see what Demetri was doing, but decided against it in case Demetri asked for help.
Ravage was not in the mood for that at all.
He supposed he could call Tim to see what he was doing. Though as he thought about it more, he realized he didn’t actually want to leave the house.
Ravage set his water on his dresser as he removed his shoes, then continued into the bathroom. He started the shower, allowing it to heat as he undressed, tossing his clothes into the hamper.
Stepping into the shower, he let the water rain down on him before bathing. His workout hadn’t been too aggressive, and he hadn’t gotten to do all he wanted to, but he still felt sweaty.
Once he was finished with his shower, he stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry his hair before wrapping another around his waist. He contemplated immediately putting some clothes on or letting the cool air blanket over him for a bit longer. The latter of the two options won out.
Grabbing the half-empty water bottle off his dresser, he went to his nightstand and grabbed the remote. Sitting down on the bed, he turned the television on and surfed through the channels for something to watch. He’d settled on Forged in Fire when his phone started ringing.
Picking it up from the bed, where he’d left it before he went to work out, he saw it was a video call from Karter. He furrowed his brow because he thought she was with Sora.
“Hey, Kaere,” he answered, holding the phone up.
“Hey,” she greeted before taking him in. “Did you just get out of the shower?”
“I did. I thought you were spending the day with Sora.”
“I am. Or was. Dad asked if he could borrow her for a little bit, and we both know what that means,” she replied, rolling her eyes, and Ravage laughed. “And she picked me up this morning, so I’m just sort of hanging out and eating their food.”
“Do you want me to come get you?” Ravage asked. “I can throw some clothes on and be there soon.”
“Wait, define ‘throw some clothes on.’ Are you still naked?”
He smirked at her. “I am. You trying to see, baby?”
“Yes,” she responded, biting her bottom lip and nodding.
He chuckled to himself, flipping the camera around. He made a show of lifting his hips and removing his towel. Giving her just the barest of glances before flipping the camera back towards his face.
“Come pick me up.”
“What for, Kaere?” he questioned, even though he knew exactly why she wanted him to.
“Ravage,” she whined, and damn if that didn’t make his dick jump.
“I’ll come pick you up, but we aren’t doing what you have in mind.”
She glared at him. “You know, I’m getting really tired of you teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you. Just be patient a little longer. Besides,” he started with a shrug. “It isn’t like I’m not getting you off at all.”
“Come pick me up,” she repeated.
Ravage quirked a brow as he stood. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Okay.” With that, the two of them ended the call.
Pulling on a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a gray V-neck, Ravage put on some socks and slipped his feet into a pair of shoes before heading out of his bedroom to pick Karter up.
Karter slid into Creed’s truck, buckling her seatbelt. “Just in time. My mom does not know how to be quiet,” she said with a slight shudder.
“Neither do you. I’m not even fucking you when I have you screaming,” he responded, and Karter reached over and hit him on the arm.
“Anyway. We’re going to your house.”
He chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway and headed back the way he’d come.
The ride to his house was filled with music, but Karter couldn’t get his dick out of her head. It was the first time that she’d seen it. Granted, she’d felt it the few times he’d played with her, and Karter was tired of him only playing with her.
She wasn’t the most experienced when it came to sex, but she was no virgin, and his riling her up and not giving her the main course was not helping her. He’d asked her to be patient, to wait, but being an only child had not taught her much about patience.
When they pulled into his driveway, Karter hopped out of the truck and headed to the front door with Creed behind her. He unlocked the door and opened it for her to walk inside.
Karter went into the living room, toeing her shoes off before sitting down. “Let’s watch a movie,” she suggested. She watched as he raised a brow at her, and she figured she wasn’t being as slick as she thought she was.
Each time he played with her, fingered her until her legs were shaking, they’d been watching a movie. She mildly wondered if he’d used it as a pretense to do so, or if he’d just wanted to touch her.
“A movie, huh?” he asked, sitting beside her.
“Well, no, but it can be background noise.”
“For?”
Karter didn’t respond with words. She simply reached over and placed her hand on top of his dick, rubbing him through the fabric of his sweatpants.
She’d yet to touch him, and damn did she want to.
It wasn’t for lack of trying; it was because he’d told her that if she did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep from going further.
Karter had no problem with that, but he was hellbent on waiting.
She thought she would try to press her luck today.
“You want to play, baby?” he inquired, his voice dropping two octaves. That baritone made her shiver a bit.
“With you,” she replied, gripping him a little tighter.
Karter listened to Creed groan, and she liked that sound. She wanted to hear more of it. She had been on the receiving end every time now. Karter wanted to turn that around. To hell with him saying he wouldn’t be able to control himself. She didn’t care if he didn’t.
“Are you going to let me?” she asked before biting her lip and batting her lashes at him.
Creed reached up and gently pulled her lip from between her teeth. “It’s hard to tell you no when you look at me like that, Kaere.”
“Good. Take your pants off for me.”
Karter watched with rapt fascination as Creed hooked his thumbs in the top of his sweatpants and pulled them down. His dick popped free, and damn, was it gorgeous. She wasn’t aware that a dick could be so pretty. So mouthwatering.
She wrapped her hand around his girth, her fingers not touching, and Karter knew he would stretch her deliciously. It would take some getting used to at first, but she knew when she did, it would be extremely pleasurable.
Karter stroked him slowly, getting a feel of him in her hand, enjoying the weight. Running her thumb across the slit, she smeared some of the pre-cum. She slid her hand back down his shaft, and before he could stop her, Karter leaned in and swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick.
“Kaere. You shouldn’t...”
Not allowing him to finish, she took him as far into her mouth as she could, her hand gripping what wouldn’t fit.
“Shit,” Creed groaned, and it was music to her ears.
Karter knew this angle wouldn’t be the best. So, instead, she slid off the couch, settling between his legs as she slowly came off his dick with a light pop.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, bringing her other hand up to massage his testicles. She took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down slowly, reveling in the way he felt on her tongue.
Karter’s hands moved in motion with her mouth. She wanted to stimulate every part of him, and from the moans spilling from his lips, she was sure she was doing a good job of it.
She looked up and paused. The last thing she had expected was to see Creed staring at her with those intense eyes. She thought his head would have been thrown back in pleasure. The look in his eyes was enough to make her cheeks flush red.
“Could you not stare at me so intensely?” she requested. “Especially while I’m trying to figure out what you like, and admittedly, practice.”
Karter had no shame in essentially telling him she was a novice at sucking dick. She’d never felt uncomfortable around Creed or shy about telling him anything. That hadn’t changed since they began dating.
“I enjoy watching you suck my dick. It makes me even harder,” he told her, and Karter knew her cheeks had flushed an even deeper red. “And practice makes perfect.” He laced the fingers of one hand gently in her hair while gripping her chin with the other. “So, keep sucking,” he commanded.
Creed’s words and the tone of his voice caused a flood in her panties. Who would have thought something like that would turn her on?
“Yes, Ravage,” she responded before taking him back into her mouth. She liked the way he tasted and had plans on becoming overly acquainted with it.