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I thought I knew what to expect since I’d felt that mouth down there before, but it was different tonight. Maybe because I’d stopped denying what was between us—or maybe it was because I knew how good he was with that mouth, so the anticipation coursing through my veins made everything hit harder.
Seriously. Every move, every flick of that tongue; it all inched me closer to the edge. I felt like I could come already.
He showered my clit with ample attention, giving that swollen nub something to ache over before lowering that tongue to my pussy. I was already at a fever pitch when his tongue first slid into me, but once he started to fuck me with that tongue, pausing only to lick all the way up to my clit every so often, I lost whatever measly control I had left.
My hips rocked against his face, my back arching, as if the motion could let that tongue deeper into my pussy. The fingers I had in his hair tightened their hold, and I let out a low moan as the pressure became too much inside.
I came while his tongue was inside me, the orgasm hitting me so hard my thighs came together around his head and I saw stars. My muscles contracted on their own, the pleasure in me dominating me like only Creed could.
By the time Creed withdrew his face from between my thighs, I was lost in bliss. I could hardly think, and any logical thought in my head was quickly taken over by the high feeling that lingered after the orgasm subsided.
As Creed stood, he whispered, “I can’t wait to watch you come on my cock again.” He licked his lips, moving to stand between my knees, gliding his hands up along my legs. The way he looked at me told me he wanted more, so much more—and if I was honest, I wanted more, too. As fun as that had been, as amazing as that orgasm was, it was nothing like being fucked by him.
His mouth was amazing, but his cock was even better.
“Soon,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing his face down to mine. Even sitting on the edge of the counter, Creed was still a little taller than me. The man was basically a giant, but I did love feeling small beside him.
Creed let me kiss him, but he did murmur against my lips, “I’m going to wear out this mouth of yours this week.” He pushed his lips on mine again, kissing me harder, and his tongue slipped its way into my mouth, brushing against mine.
My whole body hummed against his.
I hoped that was a promise.
Chapter Sixteen – Creed
Taylor wanted to wait until the weekend to fully enjoy each other again, and I acquiesced, knowing there were other ways we could get off. Like I’d told her, that mouth of hers got a workout in the days leading up to Friday, and to her credit, she was getting better. Bolder. She was learning what I liked, what pushed me to the edge faster.
It didn’t escape my mind that she wanted to go out to a club on Friday, the first day she was comfortable being with me again after starting birth control. She wanted to get dressed up, go dancing, and then come home and get fucked.
Of course, she didn’t say that last part, but I think we both knew that’s exactly what she wanted.
I didn’t know what you were supposed to wear to a club. I’d never really gone out anywhere; for obvious reasons, getting drunk and hooking up with strangers at bars and clubs hadn’t been on my list of things to do. But Taylor wanted to go, so we would go.
I would not, however, stand idly by and let every man ogle her like a piece of meat. That much I knew. Maybe fists would get thrown, maybe it’d be all posturing. I didn’t know. I made no promises tonight, because when it came to Taylor, I couldn’t help it. She was mine, and the mere idea that other men would look at her with lust—while in my presence, no less—filled me with a jealous type of rage I’d never felt before.
Since it was Taylor’s night out, I let her dress me. She went for a long-sleeved black button-down shirt—that way I could, and I quote,roll up the sleeves to my elbows, because it wassexy, or so she said.
Personally, I had no idea what made rolled-up sleeves so sexy, but I let it go.
She paired it with black pants. No belt; she wanted my shirt untucked, I guess. And that was fine; probably didn’t want to look too put together at a club.
After picking my outfit, she went to get changed, already having hers picked out. When she came out of her room, she looked… fuck, she looked hot as hell. In a tiny black dress that mimicked the one she’d worn to that last party, every part of her body was either on display or barely hidden beneath its satin fabric. It ended just above her thighs; one wrong move and her ass would be on display. The same could be said of her tits; it was strapless.
She paired the look with slick, studded heels, and she’d straightened her brown hair and done a little makeup around her green eyes, making their hue sparkle like emeralds.
I wanted to rush over to her, sweep her up in my arms, and carry her to my room—for surely, we could skip the whole club part and get straight to the dirty business—but I managed to resist, knowing she wanted to go out. “Are you sure you won’t be cold in that?”
“Pretty sure the club will be warm,” she said, walking over to me. I leaned on the island in the kitchen, all dressed and ready to go. “At least, I think so.” She grinned at me, her full lips wearing a nude matte color. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, and together, we left.
Taylor had chosen a club on the far side of the city, so it took us twenty minutes to drive through downtown to get there. She wanted to avoid any of the clubs that students from her college went to; she’d told me she wanted to avoid seeing her friends tonight. Beth, the one she’d gone to that party with, liked to go out and was always trying to drag Taylor with her, supposedly.
Beth. Though I’d never met the girl, she hadn’t exactly been a great influence on Taylor. Taking her to a party, letting her leave that party with a stranger. What the fuck would’ve happened if she would’ve brought home a killer? I might’ve been too late. You couldn’t trust anyone in this city.
Or anywhere, really.
But Taylor lived in blissful ignorance of that fact, and I was trying to let it go. Besides, if she never would’ve brought that kid home that night, I never would’ve kissed her… and if I never would’ve kissed her and taught her the difference between a boy and a man, I doubted we’d be where we were today.
