Page 19 of Creed
How many nights had I lied awake in bed, fingering myself to completion while imagining it was Creed between my legs?
Too many. Certainly, more than I was willing to admit.
However, before this it had always just been imaginative. Over the years, Creed had become a fantasy that I fell back on for comfort whenever I was lonely, or my love life wasn’t going well. In some ways, it was no different than a child with an imaginary friend.
Now, Creed was right in front of me, doing things I’d only ever dreamed of. As I lay back on the sleeping bags and reached down between my legs to prepare myself, I was struck with a sudden flair of anxiety.
What if reality didn’t live up to my imagination?
Would I be disappointed?
And if I was, would Creed notice?
Would my expectations ruin everything before we even started?
I slipped my fingers inside myself, lubricant easing their way, but I barely noticed. I was too caught up in my own head.
The unexpected touch of a hand wrapping around my cock shocked me back to reality.
Creed knelt between my legs, his expression uncertain, as he stroked me the same way that I’d pleasured him earlier.
“You seemed like you were struggling,” he said without fully looking at me. “Is getting yourself ready that difficult?”
No, I was just so caught up in my own worries that I was killing my own arousal. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.
Instead, I put on my best flirtatious expression and canted my hips to push myself more firmly against his hand.
“Just stretching myself a little more than usual. You’re bigger than any previous partner. I gotta make sure I’ll be able to take you.”
He narrowed his eyes for a moment, and I wondered if he was jealous over the mention of previous partners.
I hoped so.
That would mean he cared about me as more than just a sexual partner.
Well, even if all he wanted from me was sex, I’d happily give it to him. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even mind if he wanted to sleep with other people as well, so long as I was in the rotation.
Was that healthy?
No.
Did I care?
Also no.
Eventually, I determined myself ready—or as ready as I was going to get—and removed my fingers from my hole. I then spread my legs farther and encouraged him to come closer.
“So, that’s it?” he said as he looked down at me. “I just...”
“Put it in?” I finished for him. “Well, I hope you’ll have a little more finesse than that. Here. I’ll help you.”
Taking his cock in hand again, I guided him to my pucker and encouraged him to push inside. It was a bit awkward at first. He didn’t know how much force to use, and his first couple of thrusts weren’t very effective. However, eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was soon sliding inside of me in one smooth motion.
I groaned and threw my head back. The man felt even bigger than I thought. Almost on the verge of too much. Luckily, I didn’t mind a little pain with my pleasure and kept myself relaxed. I could feel every inch of him as he pressed deeper and deeper until I could barely breathe. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought Creed had found a way to bury himself directly into my lungs, I felt so full.
Once he was all the way inside, Creed froze. My eyes were still squeezed shut, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel his uncertainty.
“Now what should I do?”
