Page 11 of Creed (Rock Hard Mountain Men #3)

“No,” I managed to gasp out, my shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back my laughter. “I was just exaggerating to make a point. It’ll be fine.”

It was a testament to Creed’s virility that, despite his brief moment of fear, his erection never flagged. If anything, he was harder than ever. It was more than I could’ve managed. Even the slightest negative emotion usually killed my libido immediately.

Or maybe he was just that horny. The man was still basically a virgin at forty-four. That had to come with a lot of pent-up sexual frustration.

With the condom in place, the last step was to prepare myself. I was an expert at this.

How many nights had I lied awake in bed, fingering myself to completion while imagining it was Creed between my legs?

Too many. Certainly, more than I was willing to admit.

However, before this it had always just been imaginative. Over the years, Creed had become a fantasy that I fell back on for comfort whenever I was lonely, or my love life wasn’t going well. In some ways, it was no different than a child with an imaginary friend.

Now, Creed was right in front of me, doing things I’d only ever dreamed of. As I lay back on the sleeping bags and reached down between my legs to prepare myself, I was struck with a sudden flair of anxiety.

What if reality didn’t live up to my imagination?

Would I be disappointed?

And if I was, would Creed notice?

Would my expectations ruin everything before we even started?

I slipped my fingers inside myself, lubricant easing their way, but I barely noticed. I was too caught up in my own head.

The unexpected touch of a hand wrapping around my cock shocked me back to reality.

Creed knelt between my legs, his expression uncertain, as he stroked me the same way that I’d pleasured him earlier.

“You seemed like you were struggling,” he said without fully looking at me. “Is getting yourself ready that difficult?”

No, I was just so caught up in my own worries that I was killing my own arousal. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.

Instead, I put on my best flirtatious expression and canted my hips to push myself more firmly against his hand.

“Just stretching myself a little more than usual. You’re bigger than any previous partner. I gotta make sure I’ll be able to take you.”

He narrowed his eyes for a moment, and I wondered if he was jealous over the mention of previous partners.

I hoped so.

That would mean he cared about me as more than just a sexual partner.

Well, even if all he wanted from me was sex, I’d happily give it to him. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even mind if he wanted to sleep with other people as well, so long as I was in the rotation.

Was that healthy?

No.

Did I care?

Also no.

Eventually, I determined myself ready—or as ready as I was going to get—and removed my fingers from my hole. I then spread my legs farther and encouraged him to come closer.

“So, that’s it?” he said as he looked down at me. “I just...”

“Put it in?” I finished for him. “Well, I hope you’ll have a little more finesse than that. Here. I’ll help you.”

Taking his cock in hand again, I guided him to my pucker and encouraged him to push inside.

It was a bit awkward at first. He didn’t know how much force to use, and his first couple of thrusts weren’t very effective.

However, eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was soon sliding inside of me in one smooth motion.

I groaned and threw my head back. The man felt even bigger than I thought.

Almost on the verge of too much. Luckily, I didn’t mind a little pain with my pleasure and kept myself relaxed.

I could feel every inch of him as he pressed deeper and deeper until I could barely breathe.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought Creed had found a way to bury himself directly into my lungs, I felt so full.

Once he was all the way inside, Creed froze. My eyes were still squeezed shut, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel his uncertainty.

“Now what should I do?”

Still keeping myself relaxed, I settled in against the padding of the sleeping bag.

“Just move in whatever way feels good. We can experiment and see what you like best.”

He tentatively pulled out, only daring to move an inch or two before pushing back in. Even that small thrust made him gasp and pull back a little more the second time.

It was a strange sensation for me. Pleasant, but not stimulating enough for me to get off from it. It didn’t matter. This time was for Creed. The man needed an opportunity to figure out what he liked. Then we could chase our pleasure together.

He quickly gained confidence, and soon, he was pulling almost all the way before thrusting back in with enough force to jolt my whole body.

I watched him as if in a trance. He followed my instructions, changing the angle of his hips with each thrust to find what felt best. He sped up and slowed down, experimenting with so many new sensations.

Even if someone gave me a million-dollar book deal, I couldn’t have properly described what I felt in that moment. My body was no longer my own. It was a tool for Creed to use as he wished.

It was a strange kind of pleasure, the likes of which I’d never known before.

Physically, I felt good as he moved inside me, managing to hit several of my most sensitive spots despite his inexperience.

But what I really enjoyed was the sense of power it gave me, watching him use my body.

I was the thing giving him pleasure in that moment, and I could take it away if I wanted.

But I wouldn’t. I never would. I wanted to give him everything, and I loved watching him indulge in me.

I’d never felt powerful when I submitted to someone before. It had always been pleasant, but it also felt like an obligation. Like my partner and I had to work to make sure everything was equally pleasant for both of us.

Now, even if I didn’t finish, I wouldn’t care. I was giddy to the point of euphoria as I let Creed use me.

I could tell he was near his end when his expression changed. The man didn’t make much sound other than the occasional soft grunt, but the higher his pleasure grew, the more his whole body tensed up. Just as he was reaching his limit, I cupped his face and pulled him down into a kiss.

He groaned against my mouth as he came. His hips jerked sporadically against me, rubbing our whole bodies together.

I didn’t expect to find my own pleasure, but we were pressed so closely together than my cock was trapped between both of our stomachs.

The stimulation from all sides sent a thrilling jolt up my spine, and I found myself tipping over the edge of my own orgasm as well.

I held him tight, arms and legs both locked around him as we trembled together. My mouth never left him for more than a moment, determined to share every breath he took.

The night air was cool, but the space within our tent blazed with the heat emanating off both of our bodies. We were both dripping with sweat, and one of my legs slipped from around his hips. My foot struck against one of the tent poles and I felt something shift.

Then the whole canvas structure collapsed around us.

We stared at each other in shock as we realized what had happened. The ceiling of the tent was now draped over Creed’s head like a veil, cutting us both from the light of the campfire so we were barely able to see each other.

Letting his forehead rest against mine, Creed started laughing.

I joined him a moment later.

“I guess my tent building skills aren’t as good as I thought.”

Very softly, Creed pressed a kiss to my forehead. “At least it held out until we finished.”

Extracting ourselves from the fallen tent was an adventure all on its own. It took us several minutes to find the opening and crawl out of the mess of canvas and support poles.

Then, after cleaning ourselves up and putting on fresh clothes, we set about fixing the tent up properly this time. I let Creed take the lead, following his instructions on how to properly anchor the support poles and string the canvas so it wouldn’t collapse on us a second time.

According to Creed’s fancy tactical watch—which was basically a digital watch that had been designed to withstand the elements better than an ordinary watch—it was past eleven at night when we finally settled down to sleep.

There wasn’t much space inside the tent, so I was already pressed up against Creed’s side, but I kept my hands to myself at first. Just because Creed was interested in sex didn’t mean he’d want to cuddle afterward.

However, when he didn’t object to my close proximity, I gave in to my curiosity and let my hands wander over his chest. I’d noticed before that he had several tattoos, but there hadn’t been a good chance to study them closely until now.

Most of them were on his upper body, though I knew there were a few on his legs as well. Each looked to have been made by a different artist. Some were hyper realistic, while some had a more classic tattoo style. Some were just a few words, while others showed a scene.

One of the tattoos on his chest caught my attention. At first, I thought it was a cross, but upon closer inspection I realized it was actually helicopter blades viewed from above.

“I got that one done right after the rescue I made as a chopper pilot,” Creed answered my unspoken question.

I slowly traced the outline of each blade. “Is that what you mostly did? Rescuing people?”

“Sometimes,” he said, though there was a wistful air to his tone that told me there was a lot more to the story. “One way or another, it was often my job to get people through hostile territory.”

“Will you tell me about it some day?”

He paused for a moment before pulling my hand away from his tattoo to tuck it between us instead. “Maybe. Now, go to sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”