His chin dips, gesturing to my dick that is currently twitching and throbbing between us.
“Need some help with that?” he asks, his voice low and controlled. All gravel and smoke.
The sound that comes out of my mouth can only be described as a needy, pathetic whimper.
“I’m not gonna lie…” He bites his lip, then slowly releases it. His eyes darken as he leans in until our chests brush once more. “I’ve been fucking dying to touch you, baby.”
“Shit.” The curse is out of me before I can stop it. My heart beats so hard it’s about to burst out of my chest.
Creed gives me a soft smile, but it’s still got remnants of his lust and unhinged wildness lingering in the corners of his lips. “If it makes you feel better, I’m just as new to this as you are.”
My eyes widen and my lips part, shocked by his admission. “Really?”
His hands leave the tiled wall and start a slow, exploratory trek across my skin. I knew gender didn’t matter to Creed, but to know that I’m the first man he’ll have touched sends a jolt through my body that settles low in my core, causing my cock to throb once in response.
“Really,really,Sweet Boy,” he croons, and my knees threaten to buckle at the timbre of his voice. “What do you say, Riley Benjamin?” he asks, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Will you show me how?”
Holy shit.
Just as sure as I want Collins, there is no denying that I want Creed, too. I wantthis. And I want it with him. Ineedto feel his brand of lust and passion so severely that it threatens to consume me whole. So I nod my head, probably appearing entirely too eager, but I can’t find it in me to be bothered by it right now.
“Yes,please,” I beg, not caring just how needy I sound. Creed has been my constant for years, and I trust him implicitly. With every aspect of myself. Body, heart, and soul.
I belong to Collins, but there’s not a shred of me that doesn’t want to belong to Creed, too.
A deep, smoky chuckle builds in Creed’s throat as he dips in, nuzzling his face into my neck while his fingers begin to explore my body again. Steam fills the bathroom, and the two of us become encased in our own world.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for the day that you finally beg me for more. That you’d let me touch you so that I can make you unequivocally mine.”
His words are breathed into my heated skin, sending a shiver up my spine. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his hair, letting my head fall back against the tiles once more. Just soaking in the feel of his affection, how badly I’ve been craving it.
“I am yours,” I whisper over the running water, barely loud enough for him to hear it. He draws back just enough to look at me, and I smile up at him, “I’m pretty sure I always have been…just a little different now.”
“Such a bold truth, Riley Benjamin.” He smirks, pressing his lips against mine. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe out as our lips part before he tackles me, and the kiss deepens.
The moment his tongue meets mine, it’s like my brain melts down into mush, and I become putty in his hands. I’m so delirious that I don’t even realize he’s sinking to his knees untilI feel the scrape of his dark blue nails down my abdomen. I hiss, and my cock twitches, hanging heavily just inches from his face.
He lifts up and places a line of slow, hot kisses just below my navel, traveling down until his chin brushes the top of my cock and places one last lingering kiss just there.
I’m still shaking with adrenaline and anticipation, my hands have nowhere to go and nothing to do but flex and ball up at my sides, because I’m scared I’ll hurt him if I grab his hair.
This is so fucking surreal, and I can’t believe this is actually happening.Finallyhappening.
“I’ll always respect you, Ri. Respect your decisions and your body,” he grinds out, his chest heaving heavily with every breath, “but if we do this, there will be no going back. If you let me touch you tonight, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you from now on. So please, fucking tell me right now if you don’t want this, because I’m dying to have your taste on my tongue, Sweet Boy.”
The ice blue color of his eyes has darkened, and his pupils are blown out from just how turned on he is. Creed looks like he’s about to explode out of his skin while he waits beneath me for my answer. He may be on his knees, but the energy swirling around him makes it clear as day who the maestro is in this situation—and it’s not me. Though he has given me the power to put a stop to all of this if I’m truly not ready.
But I am. I want him so goddamned bad that I fear I may come the moment he touches me.
Unclenching my fists, I lace my fingers through his, where they rest on each of my thighs. I’m locked onto him, desperate and so fucking needy that it hurts.
“I want this,” I say, bravely guiding one of his hands to my cock until he wraps his inked fingers around my length. The moment he makes contact, we both hiss. “I wantyou.”
Creed looks like I’ve just given him the greatest gift, but that look of relief rapidly morphs into an uncontainable lust. There’s a sense of power that rushes through me with the knowledge that all of this desire, this vibration of excitement rolling off of him, is all because ofme.
The first slow pump of Creed’s fist around my cock has all cohesive thoughts scattering from my brain. He works the base of my length, forcing my skin to expand and contract around my swollen head. The constant motion grabs at the precum that leaks from my tip and spreads it, slickening every stroke, and it feels so. Fucking. Good.
