Chapter 25
Karter rocked her hips in time, keeping up with the movements beneath her. She gyrated to match the motion, swirling her hips in time at just the right angle. Her back bowed as she rocked forward before rocking back at the same pace.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been on top, how long the tempo had controlled her as her hips followed obediently, while her legs clutched sides to hold firm.
All Karter knew was that she was on the ride of her life, well, second, she supposed. The euphoria was cut short, and she was thrown from the mechanical bull onto the mat with a laugh.
She rolled over onto her stomach, pushing herself up, and headed to the opening. She grabbed the hand Creed offered her and allowed him to help her down. They returned to their table and sat down.
They were on a three-day trip to celebrate her birthday.
Which worked out since Purgatory was closed.
She was glad her birthday fell on a Tuesday, and they didn’t have to miss work.
She knew Creed wouldn’t mind. However, she knew he liked to be there when they were open, and the only time he wasn’t was on the rare occasion that he got sick.
After arriving a few hours ago and checking into their hotel, Karter wanted to visit the steakhouse where she could ride the mechanical bull. She’d never been before, but Ilia had told her about it, and she thought it would be fun.
When they’d arrived, they placed their drink orders and then their food order. While they waited for the latter, Karter figured she’d ride the bull.
“You look like you had fun, baby.”
She smiled at him. “I did. Are you going to ride it?”
“I might,” he responded, taking a drink from his beer bottle. “You stayed on a pretty long time. I guess that makes sense since you get a lot of practice,” he added with a smirk.
Karter laugh. “I was thinking that the bull was my second-favorite ride while I was up there.”
“And I’m your first,” Creed told her.
“We’re rather full of ourselves, aren’t we?”
“You know it’s true.”
“I will neither confirm nor deny that,” she replied with a smile over her margarita glass.
The two of them talked about what Karter wanted to do tomorrow, and she honestly didn’t have a preference.
Karter just wanted to spend time with him, so in all honesty, they could have stayed at home.
However, she knew that since it was the first birthday they were spending together as a couple, Creed wanted to do something.
She’d spent Sunday with her parents, so she was content to just lie up with him for the next three days. Karter mentally shook her head at herself because she was proving her mother, father, and Creed right. She supposed she could be needy or clingy at times.
Once they had finished eating, they hung around a little longer so she could ride the mechanical bull again. This time, she lasted longer and came close to breaking the record on the board.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ride before we leave?” she asked Creed as he helped her down again. This time with his hands on her waist.
“I prefer being the bull,” he responded with a smirk.
She laughed as they left the restaurant.
He helped her into his truck before going to the driver’s side.
It was almost ten o’clock, and he asked her if she wanted to stop somewhere before they headed back to the hotel.
Karter nodded before asking him if they could stop by the store.
She wanted to get a few snacks since there were two movies she wanted them to watch when they made it back.
They returned to their hotel suite after getting some snacks, and she put most of them away, while Creed took a small bag into the bedroom. She placed a bag of popcorn to the side to make when she finished her shower.
Karter went into the bedroom to take off her shoes, stopping momentarily to watch Creed pull his shirt over his head.
Once her shoes were off, she walked into the bathroom and started the shower. As the water heated, she stripped out of her clothes. Arms encircled her waist once she was naked, and she leaned back into his chest.
“You want company?” he inquired.
“That depends. Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?”
“Probably not,” Creed responded honestly.
“Then you can shower when I’m done,” Karter replied. “I want to watch that movie I was telling you about tonight, and I won’t get to if we get in this shower together.”
Creed kissed below her ear. “Fine. I’ll behave until later.”
She shook her head at his statement, because even as he made it, his hand was trailing down the plane of her stomach. She grabbed his hand and stepped out of his grasp, turning to face him.
“You’d better.”
With that, Karter grabbed her bath wash and loofah from the countertop where she placed them when they’d arrived earlier and stepped into the shower. It was only a moment later that Creed stepped in behind her, and she wanted to see if he’d actually behave.
She didn’t have to wait long before she felt his chest against her back, his dick pressed into her lower back, and she looked over her shoulder at him.
“What can I say? It’s a small shower,” he said.
Karter raised a brow at him. It was not a small shower. “You said you’d behave.”
“I am,” he told her before bringing his lips to her ear. “I’m not fucking you against this wall. So, I call that behaving.”
She clenched her thighs before turning back around. She shouldn’t be surprised that he was attempting to play dirty. However, she would not give in to him. He’d agreed to watch the movie with her, and she was going to make sure they did before he got to play.
Karter threw her legs over Creed’s as she took the top off her pint of ice cream.
The movie was just about to start. She’d been successful in getting Creed to keep his hands to himself while they were in the shower.
Well, successful mostly. He’d insisted on helping her bathe, and the way he did so, she knew, was to turn her on, and it had. However, she had held it together.
They were twenty minutes into the movie when Creed began to massage her feet. This went on for several long minutes before he moved up to her ankle, massaging it as well.
By the time he made it to her calf, they were further into the movie, and Karter had set her ice cream aside on the table as she watched the car chase that was taking place on the screen.
When the car chase was over, Creed’s hand had worked its way up to her thigh.
She knew what he was doing. Movies were always the excuse he used when they first started dating to play with her.
The excuse she’d used a couple of times as well.
So, she figured he suspected she was just using the movie as a pretense.
Instead of addressing it, Karter shifted slightly and kept her focus on the screen. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t watch the movie another time. However, she wanted to watch it tonight. Had been looking forward to it when she found it would hit the streaming app that night.
Another ten minutes passed, and by this time, Creed’s fingers were brushing the lace of her panties against her thighs. Karter glanced at him to find his eyes still on the television, but he wasn’t slick.
It wasn’t until he ran his middle finger over her panty-clad slit, adding pressure against her clit, that she said something.
“Creed, I’m trying to watch the movie.”
“I’m not stopping you, baby,” he responded, as his finger made another pass over her slit, pressing inward, causing her panties to enter her pussy.
Karter moaned softly before reaching down and grabbing his wrist. “Ravage, I really want to watch this movie.”
Her boyfriend pulled his hand from between her legs, and Karter knew it was because he probably thought she was angry with him.
She wasn’t; she just wanted to watch the movie, but damn it if that slight touch hadn’t turned her on.
They hadn’t had sex in almost a week, and Karter wasn’t sure when it happened.
She just knew that she’d come to have a hard time going more than a few days without being intimate with him in some way.
She stared at Creed for a moment. His attention was on the television, and Karter turned hers back there as well. She picked up her ice cream she’d set aside a little earlier.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been watching and taking slow bites of her frozen treat when Creed moving caught her attention. Looking over at him, she slowly swallowed the ice cream she’d just spooned into her mouth.
Her boyfriend’s dick stood visible out of the top of his boxer briefs. He was slowly stroking it with his eyes on the television, and Karter watched him for a couple of seconds, spooning more ice cream into her mouth.
It never ceased to amaze her how pretty his dick was, and every time she saw it, it served to get her in the mood if she wasn’t, and turn her on even more when she was.
Fuck the movie, she thought to herself as she placed the ice cream on the table and sat up. She leaned over and took Creed’s dick into her mouth, and her boyfriend moaned, gripping her hair, and she knew it was more than likely because of the temperature of her mouth.
Karter took him down as far as she could in the position they were in and swallowed around him, causing his dick to jump in her mouth. Creed tightened his grip in her hair before pushing her down further, and Karter gagged. She knew this was going to be a great first birthday together.
Ravage threw his head back and moaned at the feel of Karter’s mouth around his dick. The cool temperature soon gave way to its normal warmth as she swallowed around him. He gripped her hair, careful not to pull too tight so he wouldn’t hurt her.
When they started the movie, he wasn’t sure if she really wanted to watch it or was just using it as an excuse for them to play a little. Since it was what they’d used in the beginning for him to have a reason to pleasure her. However, neither of them needed to do that now.