“Never in my life did I think I would ever classify a cock as being pretty, but fuck, I was wrong.”
“Never in my life did I imagine having you on your knees before me,” I blurt in response without thought, and I feel my face and chest flush with my admission.
Creed just looks impressed by my bold statement. He bites his lower lip and adds a second hand, both stroking in tandem up and down my shaft. My knees shake, and I already feel so close to coming if he keeps going the way that he is.
“I love this big dick, Ri,” he groans when it throbs in his hands. “Two fucking hands and I’ve still got plenty of space to stroke?” His eyes roll back. “Fuuuuuck.”
I huff a laugh, but it rolls off my tongue as a moan instead. My skull thumps back against the tile as he works me, over and over again, stroking me with a firm grip that has me seeing stars. Over the constant downpour of the showerhead, I lose all sense of self as he utters and grits out his filthy words and promises, all while leading me closer to orgasmic damnation.
My head drops forward when he stops stroking, and an unbidden whine of protest falls from my lips.
“Creed.” His name is slurred with how delirious I am from his touch. “Why did you?—”
“Tell me I can taste you, baby.” Creed leans in closer until his lips just barely brush the tip of my dick. The tiny bit of contact sends a zap of pleasure up my spine.
My stomach flips when I look at Creed’s beautiful face. His dark hair is soaked and hangs over his forehead. His toned body that’s completely decorated from his jaw to the tips of his toes in black and white ink. Muscles taut with tension. Slow, barely controlled breaths brushing over the head of my cock. His own length stands hard and proud between his thighs, the piercing dripping with a mixture of water and precum.
It’s so goddamned erotic.
“Hang on to me, Sweet Boy,” he instructs, but the next words that are whispered from his lips sound an awful lot like desperation. “I need to feel your hands on me.”
My heart thumps hard in my chest as I watch him. His icy blue eyes look so fucking sure, so confident that I won’t hurt him. I take a deep breath, and slowly, I sink my fingers into Creed’s hair. I swear he breathes a sigh of relief.
As if I could ever deny him. Denyus.
“Please,”I beg again, desperate for more from this man who oftentimes seems to be so much larger than life.
“Fuck yes,” is all that rushes past his lips before his tongue darts out and licks a mind bending path up the underside of my cock before closing his lips around my head.
His mouth and hands work together, squeezing and sucking with the perfect amount of pressure that has my eyes threatening to roll back.
He pops off with a wet plop and drops one hand so that he can kiss and lick along both sides of my aching length.
“Fuck,” I hiss when he trails wet kisses all the way up my shaft and takes me back into his mouth. His head bobs in a hypnotic motion, causing my cock to sink further and further down his throat with every pass.
His cheeks hollow out, and I think a little bit of my soul exits my body when he sucks harder. My grip on Creed’s hair tightens, and he moans around me, his eyes rolling back as he works me impossibly deeper. The vibration of his throat around my length nearly sends me into a frenzy. He’s got a little more than half of me swallowed before I hit his gag reflex. Creed coughs and splutters, but he refuses to quit. I moan louder than intended, slapping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound when the next wave of pleasure bubbles up to an inescapable boiling point.
“Oh my g—shit,” I wheeze out, feeling like my lungs are being squeezed with how breathless I am. My hips begin to thrust on their own, seeking the inevitable orgasm that Creed is determined to expel from my body one way or another.
Undeniable heat coils around my spine and spreads through my veins when he pops off of me. I could cry at the loss of his mouth, but I nearly blow my load when he ducks down lower and sucks one of my balls into his mouth while his calloused, tattooed fingers continue to stroke me from root to tip. My vision goes white. Stars dance behind my lids, and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.
“Creed.” I tug his hair so hard at the roots I’m sure he’ll have bald spots. “God, that feels so—“ I groan when he switches to the other and sucks, his tongue rolling over the sensitive skin until my eyes roll. Heat zips down my spine, and my cock pulses in his hand. “I’m gonna fucking come.”
I try to pull his head back, knowing he’s about to be painted with my release, but he refuses to budge. He backs off of my cock with a wetpopand fucking slaps it against the flat of his tongue before allowing the underside of my cock to drag down his cheek. With a flick of his wrist, he taps my cock against his tongue a few times before chasing the head and sucks me back into his mouth.
One hand holds my thigh in a vice grip tight enough to bruise, while the other tightens around my shaft. For a man who’s never given a blowjob before, Creed sure as fuck works like a well-oiled machine to bring about my demise. Death by orgasm.
“Creed, you need to move if?—”
“Fucking give it to me, Riley,” he growls, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. “Mark me. I want to taste every fucking drop you have to give me. Drown me in you, Sweet Boy.”
And that’s it, I can hardly keep my eyes open as Creed pumps me into oblivion. My orgasm rips through me, a heavy rush of euphoria taking over as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shoots from my cock and lands on Creed.
It’s fuckingeverywhere,and he just sits there. Eyes bright and tongue out as it paints his cheeks, his chin, his chest, and all over his tongue. His hand leaves my thigh to grip his own cock just in time for his orgasm to paint the black tiles of the shower floor white. Creed’s shoulders shiver through his release, but he just fucking smiles and hums the taste of me on his tongue. If I hadn’t just spent my entire pent-up load, I’d come all over again from the sight and sound alone.
The last wave of my orgasm fades, and this time, I truly don’t have the energy to stand anymore, and I collapse. Creed is right there to catch me, though.
He always catches me, doesn’t he?
