Page 96 of Creed

“Fuck, Collins. You can’t say shit like that here.” He whispers back, kissing just below my ear and my whole body breaks out in shivers. “It makes me want to drag you out of here and devour you.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease before I pull back and look pointedly at Creed, then Riley who sits next to him. “Thank you. Both of you. So much. I love this new outfit.” I’m answered with each of them giving me a you’re welcome and varying smiles from hungry and feral, to soft and sweet.

“So,” Ayla starts next to me, pulling my attention to her. “You do aerial dance?” she asks, and I welcome the distraction from thinking about possibly stripping in front of Creed later.

“I do, yeah.” I answer while tying the bow on top of the box again. “I was taught by some pretty cool girls at the club where I worked. There’s all kinds of dance that goes on there. Pole, hoop, exotic, and aerial. I loved the adrenaline rush that came with aerial, so I stuck with it.” I shrug.

“I’d love to see it. Bear tells me that you’ll be performing during the encore? He said you’re super talented.”

I look over at Bear who looks a little more relaxed compared to his stiffness from earlier. He’s still wearing a stoic expression, but his dark eyes meet mine and the corner of his lips tip upward. “It’s true. No way in fuck could I do what you do, and you make it look effortless.”

“Thank you, it’s hard work, but I love it. It was a great escape—” I cut myself off when three of the four men at the table go rigid over my words. Not wanting to cause worry, I clear my throat and smile. “I can’t wait to perform again. I’ve obviously never done such a routine in front of so many people, but I’m honestly so excited to try.”

“You should see the way she shakes her ass when she’s exotic dancing.” Tony drunkenly mumbles out from the other side of Bear, who doesn’t hesitate to send his elbow into Tony’s ribcage.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Bear hisses, grabbing the back of Tony’s neck and shoves him out of the booth, following after him. He pauses with his hand gripped in the back of Tony’s shirt and turns to look at me. “I’m sorry about him, and I’m sorry our reunion went down the way it did, but I’m glad you’re home, Collins.” He offers me a small smile but I don’t get to reply before he turns back around, escorting Tony from the restaurant.

“Well, I think that was enough fun for one evening. Shall we get the hell out of here?” Creed says, scooting his way back out of the booth, my gift box tucked under his arm. I’m assuming the tab is already settled because the waitress hasn’t come back with a bill or anything. The perks of being rich and famous, I guess.

He holds his hand out for me and I take it. He lifts our joined fingers and kisses the back of my hand tenderly before tugging me along. Riley’s behind us talking to Ayla and when we step into the open air, I'm surprised to see there’s no paparazzi around snapping photos.

“If there’s one thing I’ll splurge on, it’s privacy for me and my family.” Creed says, as if reading my mind.

“Honestly? I don’t blame you. You can’t help the fame that comes with your career, but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your security and privacy anytime you step outside.”

Creed nods in agreement, steering us toward the bus. Before we step inside, I hear Riley call out that he’s going to walk Ayla to her bus and hang with Bear for a little while. I look back to Creed whose face has morphed into something a little deranged and a lot heated. He wastes no time in dragging me onto the bus. A quick glance tells me that the driver isn’t back yet and we’re totally alone.

I’ve barely made contact with the main floor before I’m being dragged once again down the hallway and into the bedroom in the back.

Moments later I find myself standing in front of Creed who’s holding the box out to me with a hungry look in his eyes.

Oh, we’re really doing this.

I take it from him wordlessly and set it aside to pull my shirt up and off my body. Creed backs up and sits at the foot of the bed, his eyes blazing all over my body as he watches me strip. My pants are next and I can feel the heat of Creed’s stare as I step out of the shorts and kick them to the side. I stand before him in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. He releases a breath and crooks his fingers at me. “Come here.” He commands and I’m fucking shivering at his words.

I take two steps before I’m standing between his legs. He cups the back of my thighs and pulls until I’m forced to straddle his lap. “Now this looks familiar,” he murmurs, running his nose up and down the column of my throat before his tongue snakes out to follow the same path. I shiver at the feel of his wet tongue licking a path down my neck and across my collar bone. A moan escapes my lips when he nips at my skin, the sensation shooting straight to my core and setting my body alight. I’m instantly wet for him.

Not sure what to do with my hands, I reach up and grip his messy black strands in my fingers and squeeze his hair at the base of his skull, earning a delicious groan in response. I tug lightly, wanting his lips on mine and he doesn’t disappoint when he lifts his chin and bites at my bottom lip once, twice, before he’s devouring me.

I’m completely consumed by Creed. I’m drowning in his kiss, my head three feet underwater and I have no desire to come up for air. The way his tongue dances against mine, each stroke so fucking erotic, I know without a doubt that the way he fucks will be very much the same. It’s something I can’t wait to experience with him. I want to be fully consumed by Creed more than I need my next breath, but I’m letting it be his idea. I’m letting him lead in the world of affection because the last thing I want is to be rejected again if fear or pride gets in the way of what he wants.

I pull back from the kiss and he chases my lips, needing more and the action makes me smile. “I thought I was modeling my new costume for you?” I cock a brow, nodding back to where the box sits atop the tiny desk in the corner.

His eyes roam down my body, right to where my pussy is resting over his hardened cock through his jeans. The thin scrap of lace and denim are the only things separating us from connecting completely. He takes his time bringing his eyes back up, stopping on each of my breasts that are barely contained in the lacey bra, threatening to spill with each breath I take. The fire in his eyes intensifies with every rise and fall of my chest, so I test his patience in the most nonchalant way that I can. I take a deep breath, which not only allows my center to brush against the bulge of Creed’s jeans again, but it causes my breasts to swell, pushing them closer to his face. I watch the moment his bright eyes darken, his pupils blowing out and he bites his lower lip, a groan releasing that sounds nothing short of pornographic.

It’s like a switch flips in his brain as a sinister grin spreads across his face and he leans forward, licking a line directly up the center of my chest, over my sternum, and up my neck until he reaches the tip of my chin. I whimper at the sensation it creates across my skin before he growls, the sound low and raw deep within his chest and he grits out, “Fuck it. Surprise me tomorrow.”

I’m suddenly flipped over onto my back before I have time to even blink and Creed is above me, kissing a path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Creed,” I rasp out, my fingers still tangled in his hair, my body undulating beneath his touch.

He’s got me so wound up that I feel like I might explode if I don’t find release soon. I need him to touch me. Everything about his man sets me alight and my body burns for him.

He pauses when he gets to the mound of my pussy and my cheeks heat when he leans in, dragging his nose up the seam of my slit, right over the lace of my panties and he moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head like a man possessed. His eyes meet mine from beneath his thick, dark lashes, arousal and hunger written within his unhinged eyes.

“The taste of you on my fingers was a fucking treat, Stardust.” He fists my panties and pulls them down and over my thighs, tossing them behind him. “But I’m fucking starved for the real thing, baby.” He nearly groans the words out before dipping his head and nipping the skin of my thigh before turning his head and biting into the other thigh. I gasp at the sting of his bite but I’m quickly distracted by the pain when he places an open-mouthed kiss directly over my clit.

I whimper, my head falling back against the bed on a soft moan when his tongue flicks out and licks up my wet center. He releases a string of curses before diving in and devouring me whole. I’ve only given myself a handful of orgasms, but none of them ever compared to the feeling building within me. Heat rushes through my body and I have no time to prepare for the orgasm that takes over me even though Creed’s barely begun.

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