Page 31 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

He slides it in ever so slowly, even though we established I’m knocked out and won’t even know when he fucks my ass, let alone rubs his cockhead over my tongue.

I fight a shivery breath of excitement as he slides in a bit deeper.

I’m pretty sure he’s kneeling over me, and I imagine him looking down and admiring how his cock disappears between my lips.

He brushes against me here and there, so I know he’s still wearing jeans.

Creep’s cock twitches and a bit more pre-cum drizzles my tongue.

Fucking hot.

“Taste that?” he whispers. “That’s the flavor you’ll be waking up to.”

I don’t know how many times he’s imagined saying such things out loud, but they work, and I smack my lips, then gently suck on his cockhead, as if I was still asleep and latching onto something in my dreams.

It’s good.

Warm. Hot. Smooth.

I love how he smells, fresh yet salty, like the essence of that masculine aroma that has always drawn me in. One day, I’ll give him the best head anyone’s ever got, but for now, I let him play.

A soft gasp comes from above just before Creep pushes his fingers into my cheeks, making me open wider.

My flesh throbs when he pushes his dick up my limp tongue, fucking my mouth with a gentleness I’ve never before experienced in sex.

I’m his porcelain doll, and it’s making me so horny.

I miss his cock the moment he pulls out, but I don’t have to suffer for long, because he lets out a soft groan and rests his junk, balls and all, on my cheek.

As he rocks his hips, his damp cock slides over the ridge of my nose, and I end up shifting my ass a little, because I’m so aroused I’m pretty sure there’s a wet spot on my pajamas. My cock throbs against the fabric.

“So pretty…” he mumbles in a trembling voice. “And I get to use you…”

Christ. I half-wish he did come on my face now if that didn’t mean he might not have enough juice in him to go again.

It’s obscene, and I’m eating it up. It’s worship in a broken mirror, tinged with unhealthy obsession.

I should be packing my bags and planning my escape, but instead, I can’t wait to be under him.

He’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He hides from daylight, shies away from social interaction, but then kills a man with no remorse, abducts me, and will soon fuck my brains out.

I’m curling my toes in excitement when he opens my mouth again and pushes a third of his cock in.

It goes in deep enough that it would wake up anyone, but it’s what I want, so when he plunges in over and over, hand in my hair, I remain still and don’t even attempt to stop myself from slobbering all over his erection.

My mouth hole makes such an obscene noise when he fucks it, but while I might have been self-conscious with some other partner, I’m not embarrassed with Creep.

He won’t judge me. He won’t tell anyone.

The strand of saliva connecting my lips to his hard length tickles my skin when it finally breaks.

I remain passive for his pleasure, not even swallowing before spit can overflow my mouth and roll down my chin.

I know he’s watching, and surely no sane person would want to put themselves in a situation so compromising if they were conscious.

I’m out of it. Asleep. And I won’t wake up no matter what my secret lover does.

He’s not even as quiet anymore, panting in excitement as he once more climbs down my body, letting my head loll to the side. Just as I expect him to go lower, he slides his saliva dampened cock into my armpit.

He’s gonna drive me crazy. I never thought it could be hot to have my armpit fucked, but here I am, my cock twitching every time he slides his dick into a crevice that was never meant for pleasure.

I’m just his plaything now. I have no responsibilities, no obligations, and simply have to submit to his desires, pretending that I don’t perceive him , even though I so very much do.

The friction under my arm is sending phantom ants all over my body, awakening every bit of my flesh, until I’m throbbing with sweet anticipation.

He lifts my arm and licks his pre-cum off my skin, and when he latches on to me, French-kissing my pit, I struggle staying still, because this feels as if my blood’s been replaced with hot chocolate.

It’s so hard to ignore the tickling of hits breath I have to bite the inside of my lip in hopes he’s too busy to notice.

He glides his tongue up and over my bicep, but then he’s moving down again.

I half expect him to give me head, and my breath quickens, but I don’t get a vote, so when he ends up grabbing my chest, I let it happen.

At first, I think he wants to cuddle me, but then he uses his arm as leverage to roll me over, and it’s kind of sweet how even now, he’s gentle in the way he shifts my body on the bed.

I’m back facedown, and he doesn’t waste time. He pulls my pants down with a groan and opens up my ass cheeks. I’m no blushing flower, but my face heats up at the shameless way he’s watching my hole.

Without me looking at him, Creep doesn’t seem at all self-conscious. It’s almost as if he’s able to fool himself that I’m unaware and won’t remember a thing. Even when he speaks, he seems to be talking to himself rather than me.

The pillow is soft and fluffy against my face as my lover pulls my shorts all the way to my knees and then pushes my legs apart, as if I’m a doll incapable of spreading them myself.

His palms are hot against my flesh, but I can no longer relax, not with my cock trapped under my own weight.

I might come from the little bit of friction when he starts toying with me, because I’m just that horny.

“I can’t wait to use this pretty little hole…” Creep whispers, sending a shiver up my spine.

I expect inexperienced fingers to dive inside me, maybe a little too abruptly, but he must have lowered himself to his stomach and laid down between my legs, because his tongue dives down my crack.

It glides all the way from my taint to my hole, and I’m overcome by a deep shiver as pleasure crawls all over my body.

I’m still ‘asleep’ though, so I whimper and bite my cheek to stop myself from getting too loud, but when Creep squeezes my ass cheeks, tongue prodding my hole over and over, I doubt he'd notice. There’s raw passion in the way he’s tasting me, as if he was lost in the desert, and my body is the only source of moisture for miles

He licks the inner side of my cheeks, then delves in, stretching my hole with his greedy tongue.

It’s as if he’s in a frenzy when his hands glide up and down my thighs with so much reverence, and need, and lust, I don’t know how I’ll stop myself from coming any second now.

The last time I finished rubbing myself against the bed, I must have been in my teens, but I’m throbbing all over, my balls are tight, I’m leaking over my sheets, and Creep won’t be getting tired any time soon.

My only saving grace is that I have to stay still, so I can’t start humping the mattress to chase my orgasm. Even my legs are trembling from the effort it takes to not rock my hips. I might have shed a tear.

But then he pulls away. Next, I hear the unmistakable click of him opening the lube and I let out the tiniest whimper, hoping the pillow silences it.

I want this. I want his stiff dick deep inside me.

When lube drips on my hole, I have to fight back a groan.

I keep my legs spread as if they’re limp, but raw lust is burning inside me as I wait for his move.

I love that he’s watching me, and that my ass is the prize he wants.

Creep’s pulling on one of my cheeks when he rubs lube over my pucker, then slides two fingers into my relaxed hole. I know I told him to be gentle, but right now I want him to coat himself with something slick and shove that dick inside me before I empty my balls.

Sweat’s cooling my back when Creep leans close and licks it off me, but I remain still, as if I really am unconscious.

A soft sigh escapes his lips when he spreads the two fingers he’d been teasing my entrance with, and cool air tickles my insides.

“I’ll be doing this every night…” He sounds absentminded, and I love that I have that effect on him.

I don’t know how long he’ll last once I squeeze him inside me, but he’s being patient. More patient than me, that’s for sure. I have to force every bone in my body to stay still when he pulls his fingers away and instead rests his pulsing, scorching hot cockhead at my stretched opening.

Go on , I think as heat inside me rises, plunge deep up my cozy insides. Treat yourself.

He’s a good size, so I expect a bit more stretch when he pushes in, and brace myself by biting down on my pillow. It’s not about pain, I’m used to fucking, and can’t wait for him to ride me, but I can’t be moaning when I’ve promised him the sleepy boy experience.

More lube drizzles down my crack, and he moves the cockhead up and down, getting it slick as I fight the desire to spread my legs and push up my ass.

I want his cock inside me so badly. I can’t explain it.

He’s a virgin, so he has no technique, and will likely come pretty fast, but I’m excited as if he were taking me on a trip around the world, all expenses paid.

I want him to bury himself in me and find the pleasure he’d been so desperately craving, the pleasure and acceptance the world denied him.

I can be his precious jewel. His boyfriend. The only one who can fulfil his needs. The only one he showed his scars to, the one he’s challenging himself for.

So when he finally makes a push, breaching my sphincter, I’m overcome by a wave of breathlessness so sudden, for a moment I’m certain I’m going to pass out for real.

His groan of pleasure reverberates through my body, as he sinks deeper. I can’t see it, but I do sense some movement, and a dip of the mattress to one side which makes me think he leaned his hand by my side for leverage.