Page 20 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I choke up, remembering that I wouldn’t have this if I hadn’t followed him home that night.

Now he’s mine, clothes pushed aside to reveal supple flesh, and I kiss his nipple again before tracing the backs of my fingers down his shaft.

I’m surprised to see how smooth he is down here.

There’s a bit of regrowth, but he shaves his pubes.

Even his sac feels irresistibly supple, almost as if he treats it with fancy skincare products.

With a soft sigh, my sleeping prince stretches, throwing one arm above his head, and the rapid motion makes his cock bob against his lower belly, unrestrained by clothing.

I nudge his cockhead with my own, because I can. It feels so dirty to then pull it away and watch the thin thread of pre-cum stretch between the tips.

I shift lower to lick it off his cock as my own twitches again and again. I’m delirious with arousal and yet cautious as I lap over his shaft. After all, I need to suck him in a way that doesn’t wake him up.

I’ve had many fantasies of doing this, but none of them can hold a candle to reality. Angel tastes so good, his cock is a mouthful, so stiff, hot, pulsing in my mouth as I slide my hands over his thighs. Inch by inch, my mouth watering, I bob my head at a snail’s pace.

I wish I could take him whole, to tighten my lips around the base and feel his balls cushion my chin, but my inexperience is a frustrating reality, so I keep moving at a languid pace, stroking the shaft with my tongue and sucking on it so very gently.

After all, if he’s asleep, then this is for me.

I don’t need to worry about being no good at it, just focus on how deliciously his cock throbs in my mouth.

I want him to come without ever waking up, then believe he’s had the most erotic of dreams.

Angel’s breath is getting raspier, faster, his muscles stiffen when he fights to keep in the noise. I squeeze his damp cock and explore, kissing his thighs, then rolling my tongue against his balls. His scent fogs my brain. Clean skin, warm cotton, and that underlying sweetness I’m intoxicated by.

His feet twitch in response, and I go very quiet, for a moment almost convinced this is real and he’s about to wake up to my face buried between his legs, but he only shifts, spreading his thighs a bit farther, like the dirty boy he is.

I exhale against his skin, drunk on this fantasy, ensnared in my own dream.

Once more I seal my lips over the head of his cock as I reach for his nipple.

I don’t dare pinch, that could wake him up, but I rub the hard flesh as I suck him greedily.

He’s leaking the salty pre-cum onto my tongue, and I can’t get enough.

I trace every vein, delight in every twitch. I want to drain his balls.

This is what I am, a dirty pervert stealing the innocence of the pretty angel. Even that excites me. I push my other hand under his ass cheek, and oh, what a fucking peach .

He gasps above me, but I’m so drunk on his flavor, I can no longer stop.

And despite the ever-growing arousal, there’s something soothing in the rhythm of sucking.

I squeeze his ass, imagining it covered in my cum, and as a hot flush passes through my body, I feel Angel twitch, and spunk shoots to the back of my throat.

He shifts again, hips lifting off the bed, as if his body’s begging for more even while his face stays slack.

Greedy as I am, I swallow before the sudden eruption can make me choke, until nothing else can be milked out.

Lightheaded, I pull back with a soft pop when his cock leaves my mouth.

Even that sounds too loud to my ears, but when I look up, Angel is catching deeper breaths, but he’s none the wiser about a stranger crawling into his bed and pleasuring him in his sleep.

A string of saliva connects my lips to the glistening head, and I watch with fascination until it breaks.

Angel is beautiful like this. The prettiest filthy picture I can imagine.

All he needs is a streak of cum across his flushed face.

T-shirt pulled up, shorts lowered, all of his body for me to ogle.

My stomach is so knotted with arousal, I’m confused about how I want to come, because there are so many options, but I want to see more of him in detail, so I pull back, wary of the mattress dipping under me, and proceed to turn him over.

Angel’s limp, his body utterly relaxed as I move him onto his front, then maneuver his head so he has easy access to air.

I thought seeing his ass now wouldn’t be all that intense after showering together, but the view of his buttocks, shaped like a heart just above the lowered boxers, makes my head spin until thinking is a foreign concept.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to bury my hard cock in his ass, and then come inside while he sleeps through it, never judging me for my choices. And, fuck, those little sighs he makes? They’re driving me crazy.

This whole evening feels like a slide into madness, and I’ve never known anything better.

I rest my cock on his buttock, and he doesn’t move, but his breath hitches. I don’t even know what’s better. The sleazy fantasy of defiling him in his sleep, or the reality that he’s letting me do this and going along with it.

As much as I want to do everything to him tonight, I don’t have lube with me, and frankly, I don’t feel ready.

I know what to do, but it’s all too much tonight, and I’m already on the verge of orgasm.

On the night I get to fuck his ass, I might jerk off before coming to see him so I can last more than three seconds.

On the other hand, it’s a hot fantasy that since he’s asleep, he wouldn’t know or care. Still, a step too far into self-humiliation even for me.

I roll my palm over the small of his back, wondering whether I should make it the target for my cum. Maybe I should aim between the shoulder blades? Then again…

With my cock resting on his thigh, I pull apart his ass cheeks, and no one can stop me from staring at his little pink hole for as long as I like.

It looks plump, ripe, and so delicious lust crashes through me with the speed of a race car.

The time for overthinking is over. I’m hypnotized by the view before me, a warm, tight opening in Angel’s limp body, and I know that this is where I want to see my cum.

Each stroke feels deep, as if I’m reaching inside my body, past the base of my cock, to the seat of all desire. I can’t stop it.

I need to come.

By this point in my life, jerking off quietly is second nature.

I keep one of his cheeks pulled to the side for a good view and lower myself over him so I can rub my cockhead against the delicate skin of his opening.

In my twisted dream, he’s sleeping peacefully after an orgasm he’s not even aware of, but thanks to it, his slumber is even deeper, so he has no idea a monster in human skin is getting off on him, assessing the most private parts of his body.

Angel lets a little moan slip out, then smacks his lips as if it’s nothing.

My balls tighten, and I can’t take it anymore, heat washes over me with the intensity of falling into hell. I deserve it for my fantasies, but the few seconds of climax are empty-brained bliss.

I don’t think, just feel and watch. Blood throbs in my gums as I release sticky goo right over the pink pucker. I gasp for air and mumble to myself in a whisper.

“You’ll be so dirty and sticky when you wake up with your shorts at your knees…”

But Angel says nothing, because he’s asleep, and I’m selfishly using his body to make myself come.

Once he wakes up, he will wonder what happened to him at night, and maybe even wonder about the unusual taste in his mouth…

Still aroused despite my erection flagging, I press two of my fingers to his soft lips.

There’s cum on them, and in this moment, I want this pretty boy to taste me.

My digits go in, and I shiver with pleasure as I roll them over his soft, warm tongue.

It feels sweet as I move my fingers back and forth, rubbing my cum in.

I lean down to inhale the scent of his wet hair, and with my other hand, I find the cleft of his ass. I spread my cum there too, thrilled every time my fingertips slide over his anus and dip in a little.

It’s wrong.

It’s good.

I’ve never felt more sinful.

I’ve never felt more like a man.

It’s heaven and hell all at once.

“And you’ll never know when I come visit again, pretty thing,” the predator whispers from within me as I pull away, spent, tired, and so sated all my usual unspoken anxiety has melted away.

I leave his clothes dishevelled, but pull the comforter up over him before slipping off the bed.

I’m not much of a drinker, but I feel tipsy from pleasure, as though a weight I wasn’t aware I was carrying has dropped off my shoulders. I go back to the bathroom for my clothes and grab a blanket off the sofa on the way back. Angel’s moved since I left him, but his expression is blissful.

I consider leaving, but he did say he’d cut my hair in the morning.

I’d let him shave me bald if that made him happy.

Whatever to make him think I look good. I’ll make the effort, use his fancy shampoos, maybe even get used to the shower or work out how to install a bathtub here. Whatever. It. Takes.

I crawl under his bed with my chest light, and my brain fuzzy.

He did clean under here quite thoroughly, and that makes me feel more wanted than he’ll ever know.