Page 81 of Creed

I take a deep breath and just blurt out the words, nearly yelling them. “You can’t fuck someone in a tiny bunk, Creed.”

His entire body freezes over mine and when my eyes slowly open, my gaze meeting his, I notice how his expression has hardened at my words. I watch his nostrils flare as he takes a slow breath and pulls back, standing to his full height again. I regret my words that caused this reaction because not only do I miss the presence of his heat and his closeness, I hate that I was the cause of this reaction.

“While fucking in a small space is not an impossibility, do you really think I’d bring someone back to the bus to fuck them?”

“Well, I—you---” I stifle a groan and let my face fall into my hands. “You need?—”

“I’ve already told you that I don’t bring anyone back to the bus. Not for parties, not for interviews, and certainly not for fucking.” The way he emphasizes that last word causes my body to flush with a need so deep, I’m not confident I’ll be able to stop whatever is crackling between us. I want that fucking line completely wiped out. Gone. “What I need, Stardust,” he says gruffly as he grabs each of my wrists and yanks me up off of the bed, our chests crashing together before I even have the chance to look up. “Is for you to stop fucking thinking.”

Then his lips are on mine.

His strong, calloused hands release my wrists and slip into my hair gripping it tightly. I yelp against his lips when he tugs at the roots, pulling my head back to give him better access. I open for him eagerly when his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, our tongues meeting in a ravenous, hungry dance. He breaks away long enough to give me a wolfish grin and lifts me up into his arms and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. Before he can dive back into the kiss, I take advantage of the new position we’re in and dip my head, running my tongue up the side of his neck, gliding over the beautiful black and white ink that covers his skin. He groans in my ear, the sound rattling through his chest and into mine and it travels down through my throbbing core. A rush of wetness from my arousal is quickly soaking through my panties and I squeeze my legs around him, grinding my jean short-clad pussy against his abdomen. The moan on my lips is swallowed when Creed’s lips claim mine again.

The world spins for a moment before my back hits the bed and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen—ever secretly loved—is hovering mere inches above me. I don’t have time to take him in the way I want to before he’s kissing my neck, licking and sucking a trail down across my collar bone and lower.

His hands slip from beneath me and slide under my shirt, pushing it up high enough to reveal my black embroidered bra. The lace is more transparent with the exception of a snake pattern that’s winding around and barely covering my already hardened nipples.

“Fucking hell, Stardust.” He murmurs almost reverently before yanking one side down and sucking one of the rosy buds into his mouth. I whimper at the sensation that has my pussy clenching around nothing, my hips undulating beneath Creed, trying desperately to gain any kind of friction while he lavishes my breasts with the most delicious attention.

I nearly weep with joy when one of his hands starts to descend lower, working at the button on my jeans. He yanks the zipper down and I cry out when he reaches inside to cup my pussy. The sensation makes me jolt, some form of awareness trying to break through the luscious haze I’ve fallen so blindly and yet so willingly into.

“Creed—”

“I know, baby.” He rasps against my skin before placing a tender kiss against my sternum.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, softly tugging to get him to look at me. He does, albeit reluctantly, but he doesn’t remove his hand from my shorts. He sweeps one of his fingers through my lips and swirls my arousal around my clit and I gasp at the sensation that shoots through me, my body arching up at his touch.

“B-but you said, oh fuck, you said you didn’t—shit,” I moan, my rasping voice breaking and my words not making sense when he swirls around my clit again, then dips down into my slit but doesn’t push in. I can’t tell if he’s distracting me on purpose but I’m about to say “fuck it” to logic and reason and just throw caution to the wind.

“Fuck what I said, Stardust. You belong to me.” He whispers against my skin, goosebumps erupting across my chest when his lips brush against the soft flesh of my sternum. He places a tender kiss to my left breast, then my right before he locks eyes with me again, his hand still cupping me as he speaks. “I was a fucking idiot when I pushed you away because I haven’t been able to think about anything but you all goddamned day and night from the moment you climbed into my lap at that club. And if we’re being honest, I’ve been obsessed with owning you and tasting you a lot longer than that, actually.”

I blink in surprise at him, which is a real struggle considering the way he’s tormenting me with such minimal yet intense pleasure that my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. He licks a line up my body, up my neck, and stops just beneath my chin before nipping at my bottom lip. I lift my head to chase his mouth but he lifts just out of reach, his bright eyes intense and smoldering, holding me captive.

“Let me be yours, Collins.” He says with such conviction that it causes my eyes to sting as they fill with tears. “Be mine, baby.” He whispers as he ducks his head, his lips brushing against mine.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a time that I wasn’t yours, Creed.” I whisper back before pulling against his hair, needing his lips on mine again.

His answering growl is accompanied by two fingers pushing inside me, making me cry out against his mouth. The opening allows his tongue to sweep in again, brushing against mine, and claiming every sound that threatens to escape.

“Oh, God,” I cry out when he curls his fingers, stroking my inner walls in a way that no one has ever done before, and the fire in my core turns molten as my orgasm threatens to reach its crescendo. “Fuck, I—” I gasp, dropping my head back against the mattress. “I’m going to—” I come with a cry when Creed doubles down his efforts, his fingers working in tandem with his thumb that’s rubbing against my clit.

“That’s it, baby, give me that fucking pleasure. All of it.” He rasps, low and deep. His fingers are relentless as they pull my orgasm from my body, the pleasure of his touch shooting wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through my body. “Another. One more, Stardust. Give it to me,” His words are a command my body can’t refuse and a second smaller, yet intense orgasm flows through me, immediately chasing after the first I hadn’t yet had a chance to come down from.

When my body starts to settle and my mind clears from the fog of pleasure, I look back at Creed who’s still looming over me, his eyes shining with reverence but possessive intent.

“Do you really mean it, Creed?” I whisper, scared that if I spoke louder, it would completely break this spell we’re under and he’ll have changed his mind again. I couldn’t take his rejection a second time.

It’s easy to make promises and declarations in the heat of the moment, especially when endorphins are being released in pleasure, but much like our first kiss, the moment can be ended and retracted in the blink of an eye.

I’ve liked Creed my whole life. I feel that I’ve loved him like family for just as long. I’ve been in love with him ever since I’ve learned the difference between loving someone and being in love with them. And I’ve longed to be his from that moment on, as well. This feels like a dream, and butterflies erupt in my stomach when his words play on repeat in my mind.

He wants me.

Creed St. James, my Creed, wants me.

He wants to be mine. Only mine.

I notice that he’s still got one hand cupping my satiated pussy, the pressure on my oversensitive clit feeling most fucking exquisite. His smile makes my breath catch in my lungs because it’s another one of those sweet smiles that he saves for the quiet, private moments in his life.

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