Page 44 of Love Me
Creed slammed into me, and I swore I saw stars. It was either from that or from being bent over for too long. I quickly began to not care as he continued to thrust into me.
The sounds of us slapping together and our heavy breathing filled the small room. Listening to it slowed down the moment and made it more erotic.
His strong grip around my hips kept me from falling forward, but the pleasure that was building inside me was causing my legs to shake and my knees to buckle. “Creed,” I whimpered.
He pulled out of me and manhandled me to face him. The world spun from me being righted so quickly and it didn’t stop spinning until I was lifted into his arms by the backs of my thighs. I barely got my arms and legs locked around him before he was back inside me, thrusting. My legs tightened around his waist and I began meeting him halfway in a bouncing motion.
He let out a groan. “You bouncing on my cock is the sexiest fucking thing.”
His words spurred me on, and I took over, riding him as he walked us into the shower. He turned the nozzles and cold water rained down on us. I froze and was mid-gasp when his lips captured mine. His tongue took advantage of my open mouth and began plundering in a way that heated me up from the inside out. I barely noticed as my back met the cold tiled wall. All I could concentrate on was his tongue and the way it stroked mine and the feel of his cock moving in and out.
With the support of the wall, one of his hands began to roam. He slid it up my wet body to my breast. He squeezed and kneaded the heavy-feeling mound that fit perfectly in his warm hand. His attention moved to my nipple. I moaned as he tweaked it between his fingers.
Then his hand moved down and around to my butt. My breath hitched as it slid between my butt cheeks and his finger began rubbing my back entrance.
He broke our kiss to stare at me. His eyes bored into mine, searching for any objection as he pushed his finger inside. I arched at the sensation of being stretched there. Stopping him never crossed my mind. We had done this before. I knew it would feel good. I also knew this was his way of easing my fears of being taken this way. In this regard, I could understand taking things slow. But there was a difference between taking things slow due to my inexperience versus withholding because they thought I might break. No one liked to be treated like they were fragile. At least, I didn’t, because I was terrified I’d start to believe it.
Creed understood that and it made me love him even more than I already had.
Once his finger was all the way in, my body arched and I dug my nails into his shoulders. I became a little delirious when he started moving that finger in sync with his cock.
“I’m going to come.” Just as the words left my mouth, I shattered. Eyes squeezed shut and my head resting on the tile wall, I rode the waves of my orgasm.
Creed never stopped moving inside me. Instead, he amped up his speed, which didn’t give me any time to recover before another orgasm began to build.
I tensed up when I felt more stretching at my back entrance.
“Relax, Shi. You can take one more finger.”
I forced myself to relax and just feel. Of course, it felt good. Better, even. I was so gone on the pleasure I started to beg him to make me come. “Please, Creed! Please!”
He did this scissoring motion with his fingers. That, combined with the way his cock ravaged my pussy, made me detonate.
I came screaming, which Creed quickly smothered with a kiss. His thrusts turned shallow as I clamped around him. Slamming into me one last time, he grunted against my lips as his own release shuddered through him.
Panting, he fell against me, pressing me harder into the wall. He cursed. “I came so hard, my legs almost gave out.”
I snorted and I unlocked my legs from around his waist to stand.
“You have no room to laugh,” he said with a quick peck on my lips.
“All my blood was rushing to my head.”
He chuckled. “Same. It just went to the lower one.”
“Creed!” I tried to chastise, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
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One of the biggest things Logan had taught me was to never let my guard down. I couldn’t afford to with Mr. X still out there. Before the guys had come into my life and planted roots, I’d been sure that would never happen. I hadn’t been able to fathom that I’d ever feel anything other than fear of him appearing at any minute, or that I’d forget the pain of what I had lost for even a moment. But my guys had changed all that. They had brought happiness back into my life.
Unfairly, time slowed with bad moments and sped up with the good. That was one of life’s many harsh lessons I’d learned time and time again. I needed to cherish the moments I felt happy, no matter how short-lived they seemed to be.
Which was why I was smiling, enjoying the lightness in my normally heavy soul as I walked through my front door. My time with Creed in the shower had been playing on repeat in my mind during my entire trip to the grocery store and all the way home.
As soon as I was through the door, I set all the grocery bags I’d decided to lug in one trip so I wouldn’t have to go back out to the car on the coffee table and then went over to the alarm. It was at that instant my short-lived happiness evaporated.
The alarm wasn’t beeping. I always set the alarm. I specifically remembered doing it before I’d headed to the gym.
