Page 18 of Creed
“All right,” I practically cheered, happy to have gotten that cleared up. “You’re lucky that I brought some stuff. We’ll have to get it out of my bag. I thought I was being overly optimistic, but now it’s paying off.”
Creed just looked at me, confused. “What stuff?”
At first, I thought he was joking, but his expression was a hundred percent serious.
I gaped at him. “You know, like, condoms and stuff. How do you not...” I trailed off as a thought occurred to me. “Creed? You said you’ve never slept with a man, but I assumed that meant you’d at least slept with women. You have had sex before, right?”
The idea of a man, especially someone as appealing as Creed, making it all the way to his forties without ever having sex seemed preposterous. That was the kind of thing that only happened in romantic comedies.
Rather than answer me immediately, he grabbed my bag from where we’d stored it under a tarp outside the tent.
“That depends on your definition,” he muttered as he started unzipping various pockets. It was clear he didn’t know what he was looking for, but just needed something to do with his hands.
Reaching into the right pocket, I pulled out a small, nondescript black bag that I hadn’t expected to actually use when I packed it. “Depends on the definition? What does that mean?”
“It means, it depends on how far you think something has to go for it to be considered sex.”
I was tempted to demand further explanation, but in the end, I decided I didn’t want to know. Hearing the details of Creed’s past exploits would just end up making me jealous.
I was reminded of when I was a teenager, deciding to have sex for the first time. It was right after Creed had left for the military, at the ripe age of eighteen, and I was determined to finally get over my longstanding crush on him. I’d thought sex would fixit, and hooked up with the first willing person I could find. It hadn’t worked, but my partner had been surprisingly supportive and walked me through my first time. At the time, I would have considered dating that young man if he was interested in anything other than a one-night stand.
Now, years later, I didn’t even remember the name of my first partner, but I did remember the way he explained everything he was doing before he did it. That explanation helped keep me calm in an overwhelming situation, and I hoped it would help Creed now.
Step one was to get our clothes off, which I thought would be the easy part, but even that ended up being more complicated than it needed to be when Creed insisted on folding all his clothes first. I would have been annoyed by the delay if I didn’t find it so cute.
It was a shame the tent was so dark. Even in the dim light of the campfire, I could tell that Creed had a good body. Muscular in all the right places, with a dark thatch of chest hair that would be fun to run my fingers through, but he was also soft enough around the middle to be comfortable.
And his thighs....
I could have written an entire article about his thighs, though my fans probably wouldn’t want to read it. They were thick as barrels and corded with muscles that flexed every time he moved. I couldn’t resist reaching out giving one a squeeze to feel the hard flesh under my hand.
I wondered if I could get off just from fucking his thighs. If tonight went well, I’d have to suggest it next time.
When we were both finally undressed, the next step was to apply the condom. I’d already decided to bottom this time since thatwould be easier for Creed, but I hadn’t thought ahead enough to realize that meant I’d be putting the condom on him. I nearly came on the spot when I took his cock in hand for the first time.
Damn, the man was well built here, too. It was a good thing I had plenty of experience in both positions, or this would have been a rough ride.
I nearly laughed aloud when I saw the look of concentration on Creed’s face as I explained exactly how to apply the condom. It was like he was studying for a test, and he was determined to get a passing grade. The temptation to mess with him was too strong. Once I had the condom on, I stroked him a few times and watched him gasp at the pleasure that suddenly hit him.
“You don’t have to be so serious,” I said, still trying hold back my laugher. Then, right as he was about to respond, I twisted my hand over the head of his cock in a way that I knew would feel especially good.
“I don’t— Ah!” He squirmed in place and squeezed his eyes shut tight to try and control himself. “I don’t want to make any mistakes.”
“Creed...” I sighed and shook my head, even as I continued to stroke him. “This isn’t a test. There’s no way to ‘fail’. As long as you don’t, like, accidentally stick it up my nose or something, then you’ll be fine.”
The look of horror that washed over his face was so comical I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“Can that happen?”
He was completely serious, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to picture it.
“No,” I managed to gasp out, my shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back my laughter. “I was just exaggerating to make a point. It’ll be fine.”
It was a testament to Creed’s virility that, despite his brief moment of fear, his erection never flagged. If anything, he was harder than ever. It was more than I could’ve managed. Even the slightest negative emotion usually killed my libido immediately.
Or maybe he was just that horny. The man was still basically a virgin at forty-four. That had to come with a lot of pent-up sexual frustration.
With the condom in place, the last step was to prepare myself. I was an expert at this.
