Page 32 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

“So tight for me… as if it’s the first cock you’re taking…” Creep whispers, rocking his hips so the cock dives deeper with each push.

I never imagined this kind of sex could arouse me this much, but I’m spacing out.

That saying about there being two wolves inside of every person?

Right now, I’m both a helpless passed-out body, being used by a perverted house invader who won’t leave until he comes inside me, and Angel, whose feelings for the man on top are so strange, and new, and hard to describe.

Angel who wants to make Creep feel so good, give him the kind of loving he’s starved for.

Creep lowers himself on top of me, and I’m reminded that while he’s not monster-sized, he’s bigger and heavier than me. And so solid too. Pure muscle. While he has his jeans on, he did lose his top, so his hot stomach and chest press to my back where my pajama top is lifted.

I don’t know where he gets the patience for this, but he settles on top of me, balls deep inside, and moves his hips slowly, fucking me with way more gentleness than I’d expect.

“I should just fall asleep like this,” he says and nuzzles my ear. “Let you wake up with my dick up your ass.”

Yes, please .

I hum, and while I don’t move, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Each shiver passing through his tense form is my reward, so I tune in to his movement, picturing him pressed tightly to my back, moving like a wave clashing with the shore on a peaceful evening.

I’m shaking.

All I can taste is my own sweat and his pre-cum.

And while I so badly need to come, I also want him to keep going, until I lose my mind.

I’m done for when he slides his hand under my body, first to my chest, then down, until he grabs my painfully hard cock with his slippery hand. My toes curl and I bite the pillow, because fuuuck.

He even speeds up the movement of his hips ever so slightly, riding my ass and barely pulling out.

He’s so deep inside me I swear I sense his heartbeat attuning to mine–a frantic pounding against my back as he holds me close with the other arm.

In the eerily quiet house, the ever-faster creak of the bed sounds like moans of delight.

Ecstasy descends on me without warning. A few seconds of buildup, and then I’m curling my toes, body tense as my lover saws into me a few final times. His self-control is slipping too, and just as I go limp, on the verge of falling asleep for real, he makes the quietest of grunts, and fills me up.

I can’t feel his hot spunk, but the throbbing of his cock deep inside me is enough to fool me. Fresh cum, just for me, his first. Right now, maybe I’m deluded, but I’m so high on endorphins, I want to truly be his. Get a cave of my own and hoard him there. Or simply keep him under my bed.

His hot breath tickles my ear, and I have to do exactly nothing. I can stay like this, happy, sated, and full of cum until morning. It might be stupid, but I feel so special. Like I’m more than a hot and available piece of ass, but someone worth the effort and the cuddle Creep’s giving me.

Would it really be so bad if I woke up at this point? It’s something to discuss, but for now I’m too lazy to talk, and whatever words would leave my mouth would be nonsense. And I don’t want to risk freaking him out on his first time and spoiling that special moment.

His breath is like the soft murmur of the ocean, and as I drift on the very edge of consciousness, all I know is that this is good.

This is what I want. Brigid saw the truth.

I did make the right choice. Creep doesn't need to say anything, I still feel happiness radiating off him. It feeds a part of me I’d forgotten I had.

A pleaser who had to learn to be selfish, but deep down swoons at giving and being cherished for it.

I already miss him when he slides out of me, but unless he tells me to drop the act, I’ll stick with it. This time, he pulls up my pajama pants and covers me with a blanket with so much tenderness I’m dying to reciprocate it, to take care of him, to kiss him until we both fall asleep.

The mattress shifts under his weight, and then he’s gone. I’d say as if he was never there, but my ass would beg to differ. I don’t hear any steps, so I hope he’s gone under my bed. He knows how to be silent though. He could have as well snuck out and I’d be none the wiser.

But is he there? Is he… still here?

I shouldn’t be upset over him leaving my bed. After all, he told me from the start he doesn’t deserve to sleep in one, but despite the blanket and the heat between my buttocks, I’m cold, missing his weight and warmth, which moments ago seemed so obvious and expected.

The room’s quiet, as if I’ve dreamt it all, but as the tightness in my chest grows, I rest my wrist on the edge of the mattress, ultimately letting my hand hang off the bed.

If he is there… will he reach out?

I wait for what feels like forever, and I’m dozing off with a sense of disappointment when warm lips press against my pinkie in the gentlest kiss. My insides flutter as if my body became the host of a large family of butterflies.

I shift closer to the edge of the bed, so my whole arm can drop and my hand hits the floor. Moments later, Creep’s fingers entwine with mine, and I’ve not felt this safe in years.

It’s perfect.