Page 30 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

Angel

Is it weird that this whole setup makes me hornier than any of the guys I’ve been with? I can’t tell, and people are into all kinds of weird stuff, so maybe it shouldn’t surprise me that I’m only now discovering this about myself. With Creep, I can be the perfect pillow prince.

I am all cleaned out for sex, I smell of shower gel, and my cock just won’t completely go down, because every time I remember the tension in Creep’s voice when he shyly revealed his fantasies, I want him to crawl on top of me and do whatever he wants.

No one has ever desired me this deeply, and I feed on his excitement, reimagining myself as the object of his most secret fantasies.

As I step out of the hot, foggy bathroom and my bare feet sink into the carpet, all I can think of is that my new boyfriend, whom I’ve known for less than a week, might have already broken into my home.

If that’s the case, then he’s surely listening. Watching. Smelling me.

“It’s been such a long day,” I say to no one in particular as I enter my bedroom. It’s basic so far, but I’ve already transformed it by putting up my esoteric tapestries, which instantly made the space feel more homey.

My gaze darts to the shadows under the bed. Is that where he’s hiding, or has he crawled into my closet and is observing my every move?

A pleasant shiver trails down my spine as I yawn and let my silky robe fall off one shoulder.

Maybe it’s just a naughty fantasy, but I can sense his gaze on my bare legs, its incorporeal touch dispensing whatever nervous energy I might still carry.

“I better take some sleeping pills tonight, because I need some damn good rest.”

I wonder if he’s listening, understanding how he’ll be able to do whatever he wants with me.

I know there’s something deeper in his aversion to being touched, something I’ll need to examine in the future, but for now, I’m happy to connect on his terms, especially if it means we’ll fuck.

That I’ll get to feel his body on top of me, and his dick throbbing inside me.

He can be so shy sometimes, but that wasn’t the case when he whispered filthy shit to me last night during our sleep-play. I want to see that side of him again. I already got a glimpse of it in the car when he looked at me like he’d devour me whole, given half the chance.

He’s so fucking handsome too with all that black hair, sharp angles, and the somber aura of danger oozing off him.

I put on my pajamas, grinning at the thought that most couples would only get to try this kind of stuff years down the line, when trying to spice up their sex life, but I’ve always been adventurous.

“Mm, love fresh bedding,” I say right after switching off the light. Creep’s free to interpret that as he wishes, but for now I cover myself, pressing my cheek to the pillow and sigh, focusing on sound in hopes that I can identify where he is.

I swear I heard the floor creak, but it could have been anything.

According to the residents of Vulture Hollow, Creep is known to move soundlessly and follow people with ease.

In the caves, no one dares go farther than they’re allowed.

Ray even claimed Creep has traps set up underground, which surely can’t be true, can it?

What was that knock? I’m not sure, but I stay quiet, pretending to sleep.

It's even a turn-on that I'm about to be his first. He’s waited for me, because no one else could see him the way I do.

I’ve left some lube on the bedside table too, because I’m not sure he has his own.

I hold in a gasp when something brushes my foot through the blanket.

It’s him. It’s got to be him.

And just like that, my heartbeat starts racing, and I take a deep breath as the faintest shuffling reaches my ear.

I’m on my side, legs bent, but while I can’t spoil this moment by looking his way, I imagine him placing his hand at the foot of my bed. That’s where he is, staring at me with his cock so very hard and ready.

Is he naked? Dressed? Did he crawl out from under the bed? If he did, did he like the snacks?

No, I won’t be thinking about snacks now.

Especially not when he is about to expose my feet. They are pretty nice, if I do say so myself. I exfoliate, and trim my nails, and even moisturize them. No wonder I managed to sell some feet pics in the past.

I have to bite my cheek when he runs his fingertips over my heel.

I’m already at half mast, and I’m sure he’ll take time toying with me.

I love it and hate it at the same time, because I’m so damn horny already.

It will be worth it though. He has such a nice dick, such a hot, strong body.

I can’t wait for him to manhandle me a little, push me into whatever position he wants to use me in.

Tonight, I can simply feel . Be. Experience his touch without needing to take any initiative.

But that doesn’t mean my role doesn’t come with any challenges, because when his hands travel up my legs, pushing up the blanket, I struggle to keep in a moan.

There’s something delicious about his slow pace, though no matter how frustrated I get with the wait, I have to stay quiet.

Motionless. Prone. Creep’s very own Sleeping Beauty.

He removes the blanket with such care I can barely feel the fabric move.

I love being looked at, and now he’s doing just that, assessing how to unwrap me, his precious gift.

The anticipation is filling my dick, so I shift as much as is reasonable for someone sleeping.

I turn from my side, to my stomach, hoping this helps him decide what he wants to start with.

The bed shifts a little, and then he… licks the back of my knee?

Oh my. Why do I find that so hot?

Is it the shamelessness of it? The thrill of being touched in a way no one else would even think of?

He's inventing his own sexual language and claiming pieces of me no one ever wanted. But he’s also taking advantage of being able to touch me in any way he likes without fear of judgement.

Is he into knees? Will he touch them with his cock?

He can do whatever the hell he wants. I’ll allow it. He could fuck my calves, and I’d find it exhilarating. I want him to pleasure himself using my body, and I’ll love it as long as he keeps touching me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.

I stretch, digging one of my knees into the mattress, and imagine him staring at my backside. I can sense his warmth, even though we’re not currently touching, but I can’t wait for that moment when he presses closer, fingers pulling at my flesh until I come.

I stifle a moan when he drags what has to be the tip of his cock all the way from my knee, up my thigh, and he even pulls up the leg of my pajama shorts to reach higher, all the way to that spot where the leg ends and the buttock starts.

I imagine him as some stalker, so infatuated with me every part of me is worth getting off on. After all, he was so desperate he broke into my house to get a taste.

My heart is going berserk as his body hovers over mine.

I can still smell the shampoo we both used, and every move he makes, no matter how discreet, shifts the mattress a little, sometimes making the bed frame creak softly.

Will it be loud when he fucks me? Right now, the cabin is so quiet a single owl hoot sounds like a fire alarm.

A soft sigh leaves my lips when Creep pulls on my shoulder until I’m prone, facing the ceiling as he pulls up my T-shirt. His nose pushes under my armpit with silent hunger, but his hands are there too, drawing lines across my torso as I fight the urge to open my eyes and see him.

It’s dark. He might not even notice, too absorbed by my perky nipples, but I’m doing this for him, so instead I imagine him over my prone body, agile and toned as a panther about to sink its teeth into my flesh.

His nose moves over my chest as he sniffs me. “Shouldn’t have taken those sleeping pills, baby,” he whispers. “You’ll be out for hours. All mine. Defenceless.”

Does it mean he wants to make this last? I’m already so hard it’s difficult for me to make up my mind whether I want that or not, but it’s not like we can only come once…

I barely hold in a whimper when he slides one hand all the way down my spine, and into my pajamas, middle finger parting my ass cheeks until it presses against my anus.

Creep rests more of his weight on top of me, and I fucking love it.

A hot, strong guy is my kryptonite. And he smells so good too, of soap and clean skin, as if he somehow managed to take a shower of his own before invading my privacy and breaking into my home.

His tongue is so hot on my pebbled nipple.

“You won’t even know what happened when you wake up all groggy, as if your body didn’t get to rest,” Creep whispers against my skin. His weight is shifting closer to my chest, until he’s straddling it and pushing pillows under the back of my head, making it rise.

My thoughts turn into raw heat, and I shiver, guessing what he’s planning.

I’m already salivating, and my cock is rock-hard when I think about tasting Creep.

I won’t be able to take him deep without making the whole sleeping thing a bit silly, but oh, do I want him to gloss my lips with his pre-cum…

I smell his salty musk first, but then his dick, stiff under the silky skin bobs against my cheek, and I have to sink my nails into my palms to keep myself from taking a peek.

He wants to be my boyfriend. He was adamant about that, so I’m sure I’ll get my fill in the future.

For now, I part my lips as if absentmindedly.

I want to entice his cock in, encourage exploration.

I once more think about this being his first time, and even though I’m lying there without a care in the world, I feel like a conqueror.

The first to get a taste of Creep’s dick.