Ivy
He came back for me. I couldn’t believe it. Everything around me felt like a dream that I couldn’t wake from; it was all so surreal. I expected to wake up at any moment, still locked up in Carlos’ hideout. Why had he changed his mind?
But I couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around it, no matter how much I tried. Creed had actually claimed me as his own woman, in front of the whole Devil’s Edge, went against Kelly’s orders, just to come back for me. My mouth went dry at the thought. Why had he sacrificed so much for someone so brittle and useless?
I could see by the look in his eyes that he intended me to pay him back, and my body agreed wholeheartedly. I wanted Creed so bad that I was aching, my panties dripping with the idea of having him again.
His arms wrapped around me close, pulling my body into his. I wrapped one leg around him, trying to pull him past my clothing and my skin and into my body. I wanted him hard. I wanted him now.
I was in love with him.
My nails biting into his flesh, I cried out as he buried his face against my neck, biting and suckling until my skin felt like it was burning with pain and desire. He lifted me off of the ground, slamming me back into the wall. Too hard. I could feel my blood boiling at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. The feeling of Creed’s body pressed hard against mine had haunted every second of my life since the first time he had me.
Throbbing with desire, I arched hard against him as he ground against me, his lips tracing lines of fire across my shoulders, my neck, and my chin. I wanted this to go on forever, this hard, aching, burning, teasing.
Creed pulled me away from the wall, carrying me into the bedroom and slamming me down onto the bed. He kicked the door closed, his eyes devouring me like he was a starving man given a feast. I wanted everything that gaze promised and more. So very much more.
Creed walked over to the bed, darkness and daring in his eyes as he grabbed a hold of my sweater with both fists, pulling me off of the bed. “Take it all off,” he demanded, fire in his beautiful gray eyes.
I shivered under that gaze. He watched me like a hawk watching his prey as I slid out of my clothing. I suddenly felt unbelievably shy; perhaps I was just afraid that I would somehow disappoint that fiery gaze. But his hungry eyes didn’t waver, but grew ever hungrier, until he looked like a wild animal rather than a human.
I shook, half in fear, half in delight that I could do this to him.
“My woman,” he whispered under his breath. A shiver slithered down my spine at the raw lust in his voice. I wanted everything he was.
He stood, his hands reaching for my body. They were warm and rough against my skin as his fingers brushed over my sides, tracing the outlines of my ribs. I gasped as they wandered delicately over my breasts, around my collarbones, and so gently down my arms. Everywhere he touched quivered with anticipation, goosebumps rising along the paths his fingers followed. Those delightfully gentle fingers slid back up my arms.
As fast as lighting, his right hand wrapped hard enough around my neck to bruise me. I cried out with what little air I had left, tears biting the edges of my eyes as he tossed me to the bed. I fell to my stomach, gasping hard and relearning to breathe as he mounted me from behind. I wasn’t ready for him when he thrust inside of me.
I screamed, pleasure and pain swirling inside of me until I couldn’t tell one from the other. Creed grabbed my hands, pulling my arms behind my back and he rode me, hard and fast, pushing my face harder and harder into the musty-smelling blanket.
But it was everything I wanted. A small, high-pitched voice was crying out for more, begging for it. It took me whole moments to realize that begging voice was mine.
I would always lose this battle against him; his strength was absolute and took over me before I could even begin to contemplate fighting. But I desperately wanted to lose. I wanted him to hurt me, to use me hard, and take whatever he wanted. It felt too good to stop. His cock was so massive, I could feel the head of him slamming into the top of me, but it hurt so good. My shoulders creaked and groaned as he pulled harder on my arms, forcing my ass higher in the air and he plumbed my depths.
I could feel the friction of our bodies colliding wearing me down. The wave of my climax was rising ever higher, threatening to overwhelm me, to crush me under a massive tsunami of pleasure. I wanted it. I slammed my hips back against his, moving in time with his vicious thrusts.
When I came, I screamed again, and my voice cracked and broke. The whole world crumbled away to blackness and nothing; only the rough sounds of my breathing and the feel of Creed inside of me could push past the haze of pleasure that infused my entire being.
His hands felt like sandpaper on my hips as he grabbed me, pushing me down onto the bed with his undeniable strength. I wanted more; I begged for it, even as a shook from the force of my first orgasm. Panting and dripping wet, I sobbed, “Creed, please!” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but I wanted it.
Creed’s wild eyes were dark and wild as he stared down at me. He was naked, his cock still hard and dripping with everything he’d done to me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him like a rock inside of me, riding me hard into orgasm over and over again.
But much to my surprise, he grinned at me wickedly for a moment before diving at my dripping wet pussy with his mouth.
I nearly died when his tongue found my center, throbbing and aching and trembling with aftershocks. He traced patterns over the core of me, his tongue sliding up over and around my clit like he was licking an ice cream cone. Hard, rough fingers slid inside of me as I grasped onto his head, pulling his mouth harder into me. My hips undulated with the caresses of his tongue, each lick plucking taut strings low in my belly. I mewled into time with his fingers, my head thrown back against the comforter.
The air felt cold against my nipples, so hard they could cut glass. My hair slid down over my shoulders as I writhed, feeling like a thousand fingertips sliding over my super-sensitized skin. The comforter felt scratchy and rough under my body. Every inch of me could feel and sensation was heightened in every centimeter of my skin.
Slowly, Creed slid his fingers out of my pussy. Using the slick, salty juices to lubricate me, he slid them into my back door as he continued to eat me out, his mouth working at a frantic pace. His fingers stretched that other hole, the one that had never been entered before, and the pain and pleasure of it all swirled in my head until I was dizzy with it.
Grinning like a madman, Creed stood, filled his palm with something sitting beside the bed that looked like hand lotion. He slicked it over his rock hard cock, staring down at me as he caressed his manhood.
A pang of fear filled my belly. I wasn’t sure that his enormous, throbbing member would fit inside of my back door. But I really, really wanted to try. Licking my lips as a shiver of nervousness fluttered through my being, I watched as the most beautiful man laid between my legs.
He entered me slower this time, easing into this new experience with a kind of gentle deftness I didn’t expect. It hurt, oh it hurt so gloriously that I gasped and cried out and clawed at him. But it also felt deliciously naughty and dangerously good. I wanted to feel the entire length and breadth of him inside of me again.
I screamed his name again, begging and pleading into the close air. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see around the swirling pleasure that shook every nerve. He pressed all the way inside of me, and I could feel myself expanding and full. He was unimaginably huge inside of me. It felt so good I could barely breathe. I clawed the sheets. “Creed, please, harder. I need you!”
But he was not to be moved. He slid inside of me, wet and slippery, at his own pace. He fit all of the way in, even though I felt like I was splitting in half. And then he pulled his slow, agonizing way out.
I stared into his eyes, hooded with the pleasure of feeling me from this new angle. I like that I could do that to him, that I could make him feel that good. It filled me with a wicked pleasure like I had never known.
He moved deeper. The angle changed, and the depths he plundered me sharpened. Pain blurred my vision for a second, tears spilling from my eyes as he continued his long, slow movements. It was torture, it was pleasure, the two melting into one another. I was boiling, I was ice, I was pain, and I was lust. I couldn’t imagine life without Creed inside of me anymore; everything else seemed so disconnected to my current reality. Creed’s wicked, dark eyes and the length of his manhood slipping in and out of me were all that mattered.
Short fingernails caressed my skin, scratching the surface. He dove into me again, exciting raw and carnal noises from my throat I didn’t know I could make. There was a wicked grin on his perfect, beautiful mouth as he looked down at me. “I’m going to come inside your ass, Ivy,” he whispered, the sandpaper sound of his voice caressing all the places his hands didn’t touch. “And you are going to come, too. Understand?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. My whole body already ached with the desire to please him. His thumb came between us, the rough skin of him brushed hard over my clit, sending rivers of beautiful quivering through every nerve of my being. He caressed me as he fucked me, his speed building until I thought I might break in half, shattered into pieces at the next thrust. Fiery, burning pain seared through every thought.
Suddenly, Creed slowed, that wild, half-beast look his eyes growing even more wild. With heavy hands, he latched onto my shoulders. There was something close to madness in his face as he leaned forward and plunged into my ass so hard. I cried and cried out, tears slipping down my cheeks even as I rocked against him, demanding and full.
“Not yet, Ivy. You will come when I tell you,” Creed ordered, his voice steady through the madness on his beautiful face. “You are so perfect.”
But could no longer hear him. I was lost in sensation, riding him as hard as he rode me.
When we shattered, we shattered together, pieces of light exploding in our vision as the whole world crashed to the floor as Creed’s feet. He cried out something unknowable and strange, a language known only to a perfect orgasm a long time in coming. The same sound ripped from my own throat as we floated down from our high together, tangled in a mess on the bed.
And for that second, the world was perfect.