Ivy
Every moment of every day of every year since my father had passed away, I had always followed the rules. Day by day, rule by rule, convinced somehow that being a good girl and doing as Dad always wanted me to do would somehow ensure my success.
But following the rules and being good got me here, barely scraping by. I didn’t want to follow the rules anymore. I wanted to live, goddamn it. I wanted to know what it was like to breathe in freedom and taste it, roll it around on my tongue like a candy.
Creed was my freedom. He was a rule breaker, the one who never gave a damn what the law, or anything else, had to say about him. I wanted that kind of nerve. And perhaps, if I inhaled the scent of him hard enough, if I let him inside, then perhaps I could be a little more like him.
My thoughts had been dancing around the idea of being with him for so long, it almost didn’t feel real when he threw me against the comforter on my bed. But his body was so real, so hot and pressed against mine like he couldn’t bring himself to move away. His lips bit into mine, bringing forth a combination of burning desire and pleasure and pain that blended together until my head spun, leaving me breathless.
“Even if I die tomorrow,” I decided, tearing at his claws with hands that didn’t seem to belong to me anymore. “At least I’ll know once what it was like to do whatever the hell I wanted, damn the consequences.”
And there was a very good chance this would come with consequences that I would not be able to handle in the near future, but I would take those, too. In this very hot and heavy second, all of it seemed worth the risks.
Creed pressed his body harder against mine, pressing open my legs with his knees. Without shame, I pressed myself against his thigh, grinding hard against the hard line of his body. I wanted to know what every inch of Creed tasted like, wanted to feel every line of him against or inside me. I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe or to eat. More than I wanted my business back.
Creed’s mouth pressed against my throat, sucking hard enough I knew he would leave a mark. I writhed underneath him, moaning as he held me captive against the mattress. His hands wandered over me like an explorer in new territory. I wanted him to find the world under my clothing and explore that, too.
I clawed at his clothing, demanding, pushing, pulling, growling. I felt like I had lost myself, that I was buried under this new Ivy that had surfaced the moment Creed’s mouth had brushed against my own. Creed ripped away enough to tear at my jeans; they crumpled down around my knees as the button popped off and flew across the room. The air on my skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and I moaned. I wanted him now. I wanted him hard.
Shedding the rest of his clothing like it burned him, Creed revealed every inch of his beautiful flesh. His cock was hard and throbbing, and I felt my eyes drawn there. I wanted to suck him, to feel the length of him slide down my willing throat. But Creed had other ideas.
Lifting me up off of the mattress, Creed kissed me hard enough to bruise me. My lips throbbed in time with my heartbeats, swollen and sore. I wanted, no, I needed--
Grabbing my arms, Creed lifted me up, throwing me back against the wall. I stumbled backward, all of the blood boiling and rushing like raging rapids around my body, seething every inch of my skin on its way by. A very naked Creed slid his torn shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as he came for me. My heart thundered like I was running a marathon as I watched those predator’s eyes find me, his tongue flicking out over his lips like he’d found his next meal.
My pussy throbbed in time with my rapid heartbeats, wet and ready and waiting. Creed slammed into my body, throwing me hard against the wall. My shoulders ached with it, but it only made me hotter, only made the moisture building between my legs increase. Hot, fast kisses, hard and aching. Lips crashing, hands grasping, pulling, clawing. My nails drew blood along his shoulder as he picked me up, violence coloring his gray eyes. Wrapping my legs around his waist, Creed slammed me into the wall again, hard enough to shake the furniture.
And before I could even catch my breath, he was inside me. Filling me, I could feel Creed’s cock stretch me. There was pain, such beautiful pain, that mixed and blurred along the edges of the pleasure. He was unbelievably huge inside of me, pressing hard against all of me. I could feel my body tighten around his cock, and I watched with wicked delight as his eyes closed in pleasure.
Creed is inside of me. I was drowning in the feeling as he slowly, achingly slid out of me. Then he thrust so hard into my dripping pussy that I screamed, actually screamed, my nails biting hard into his skin. Blood dribbled down around my fingers as I howled like an animal, my shrieks growing in intensity as he fucked me like a goddamn jackhammer into the wall our motel rooms shared.
His eyes burning, Creed pulled me away from the wall, dropping me on my feet, and pushed me face-first into the mattress. I stumbled, legs turned to liquid, collapsing to the bed. Before I could right myself, he was above me, riding me from behind like a dog. A strong hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pushing my face hard against the sheets. I fought to breathe, half humiliated and oh-so turned on. I slammed my hips back against him as he entered me, so much deeper and sharper from this angle.
“Fuck!” I yelled, making Creed chuckle.
“Is that what a lady should say?” he asked, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a mark. I mewled in time with his thrusts, feeling his cock pound a fast and hard rhythm into my body. I wanted more. I wanted so very much more.
“Harder, harder, harder!” I begged, my voice muffled by the sheets as I clawed them.
The hand on the back of my neck let up only for both of his hands to grab my shoulders. He used them as leverage, slamming ever harder and deeper into my pussy. The pleasure of his manhood ramming hard into me over and over again was overtaking me. I could feel my climax coming, the edges of it darkening the edges of my vision as I cried out.
Someone knocked on the floor to my apartment from below, a voice angrily calling something through the paper thin floor. But I ignored him. Let him complain. I continued to howl Creed’s name, even as the banging continued.
“Yes, Creed!” I shouted, my voice rough and unrecognizable. “Yes, yes, yes!” I was so close, I could see stars, and I could feel his rhythm change; he was close, too. I wanted to feel this wave crash over me; I wanted to drown in it.
It slammed into me with the force of an ocean wave, starting at the base of my spine and exploding outward like a firework. I cried out, shouting my pleasure into the void. My eyes were clouded with stars, my whole body throbbed with the aftermath of this beautiful, all-consuming, painful pleasure. Every muscle twitched as Creed lifted me off of the mattress. A wicked smirk came over his face as he grabbed the sides of my face, forcing his huge cock in between my lips and into my waiting throat.
“My turn now, Ivy,” he whispered, then fucked my throat like he had my pussy.
I could taste myself on the length of his dick; I tasted salty and strange. The length of him slid past my lips as I swallowed him again and again, my tongue caressing every inch of him I could reach. Digging my nails into his hips, I watched as that beautiful man fucked my mouth, hard and demanding.
He came deep in my throat and I swallowed him down, watching through slitted eyes as he howled in pleasure. I took my time, licking the length of his cock clean, my eyes locked with his. Sweat dripped down our bodies as Creed collapsed to the bed nearly on top of me. And we lay there, a naked tangle of limbs and hair, until sleep overcame us both. Our bodies throbbed with the aftermath of the best sex I had ever experienced in my entire life.