Page 48 of Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2)

I lean down to catch his ear with my teeth.

“I love to see you so excited as much as I love you helpless and immobile.” I worried I might struggle to give him this side of me.

Being seen like this, not only naked, but aroused by a man and ready to do despicable things to him, always came with the threat of painful punishment looming in my head as if the ghost of my aunt was always watching.

I’m shedding that with Angel. He’s happy to see all of me, not just body but mind and soul too.

He has the sweetest grin. “I’m always helpless. Just look at those muscles,” Angel tells me, tracing my chest, but his hand slows as he reaches lower, as if unsure if he’s allowed to touch my cock.

I give him a little nod, so grateful that he checks in with me like this. It’s the oddest fucking thing to be this emotional while my dick is hard and dripping pre-cum, but he makes me feel all those things at once. I trust him. He would never hurt me. My heart is safe with him.

I flex my muscles, excited by this boost to my ego. He’s made me realize I’m worth looking at, worth taking care of.

“ I’m the helpless one when it comes to you.”

“Really?”

Does he not see himself? With his hair damp and sticking to his face and neck, he could be the angel of lust. After all, he has star-bright eyes and soft, warm hands. I can’t imagine how anyone could resist him.

When I confirm, fighting the urge to grab his hand and make it tug on my cock instead of massaging it gently, like he’s doing now, he glances at the basin under our feet. “Then sit down.”

I lick my lips, unwilling to slip my cock out of his grasp, but I’m like a well-trained dog, and despite a moment of hesitation, I slide down the wall and into the large basin.

I dare to glide my hands up his slender legs.

Every part of him is to die for, though the hard cock that makes me salivate dips out of sight when he bends in half to kneel between my spread legs.

If he were asleep, I could just rub myself against him, leaving his pristine flesh sticky with my cum, but he’s now participating, and if he enjoys the teasing, I will oblige, even if the need to press against him is getting overwhelming.

I guess I always worried I'd not be good enough for this.

That I'd be awkward and off-putting in the way I touch a man.

But if he enjoyed what I did to him in bed before, smiled at me in the morning and told me what a happy pillow prince he was, then is there anything to worry about?

He wants me. He says so. He's the boy who’s turned a monster into something worth loving.

Just seeing him on his knees is a treat, but before I can compliment him, he rubs his nose up the underside of my cock.

“Oh, fuck…” I whine, overwhelmed to my core.

I’m so confused when the reverence I feel for him darkens with the need to absolutely wreck him.

I slide my hand over his shoulder blade in adoration as my dick twitches against his face.

I always thought I’d have to steal this kind of pleasure, but since I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I ended up stewing my brain in this illicit lust, resigned to never going farther than sleeping under strangers’ beds as I imagined all the things I could do but wouldn’t.

And now here he is, my beautiful Angel, rubbing his soft lips against my cock.

My devotion to him is feral. I can barely see his eyes with the water pushing his bangs lower, but the rounded tip of his nose keeps touching my hard shaft.

He looks obscene. Naked, with his ass up and knees wide apart, he’s so utterly dedicated to tasting me, and when he catches my cock in one hand, proceeding to suck on the foreskin as if it’s a soft-serve ice cream, I have to dig my nails into my palm to keep myself from forcing my shaft inside that tempting mouth hole.

He moans, rolling his wet tongue up my shaft, to finally close his lips around the head and suck, as if it’s a piece of candy.

I might be in the shower, but hot sweat beads on my back as I watch my boy’s ass rock in the air, constantly teased by wandering drops of water.

Some of the droplets slide into his crack, like I want my hands to, some gather in the dip of his spine.

He’s so fucking perfect. Maybe I’m not the monster here after all.

Maybe he is a succubus about to absorb my life force?

I’m so horny for him, my inhibitions fall away like I’m shedding skin, because being with him is as natural as breathing. I don’t worry that he sees me, because he’s already told me a hundred times how handsome he finds me, how much he likes my cock.

I dare slide one hand over his wet hair, and the other down his back, but my focus is back on his mouth when he sucks me in deeper.

“Oh fuck, such a tight little mouth,” I babble to the greedy demon between my legs.

I want to come deep down his throat, and at the same time, I’m dying to turn him around and stab my cock into his other hole instead.

Just fuck him with abandon while he’s begging for my dick.

Not simply allowing me to touch him in a gesture of charity but needing this as much as I do.

In the hot rain, he twists his hips and rubs my thighs, finally looking at me.

I’m frantic from the heat inside my skull, but when his jaw goes slack, tongue lying flat against my shaft, I don’t need to be told what to do and hold him by the hair as I inch my way in, probing his throat, which can take me way deeper in this position.

His moan is choked but full of promise, as if he needs me to know there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

It’s raw and shameless. But there’s intimacy to it even as I pump my cock into his mouth, chasing my orgasm. He accepts me inside him. Wants me. Desires me so much he initiated this.

“I… don’t want to come like this. I want to fuck your ass. I want to hold you when I come inside you,” I mutter, unable to stop my hips from moving though. I’m far too gone for that.

Angel chokes, but his hands press on my hips, keeping them down as he rises, mouth slick with saliva and swollen from all the rubbing. He’s dazed and almost slips, falling over in the basin, but I grab him in time, burning where our bodies touch.

“Yesss,” he whimpers and leans forward, licking at my lips, “Make me so filthy…”

“Oh I will, I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my cum.” I pull his ass into my lap, but he pushes against me, and before I know what’s going on, he’s straddling me instead.

“I need to see your face, the expression you’ll make when you’re deep inside me.” He presses his forehead to mine and nuzzles my nose like we’re not talking filth to each other.

I’m… a little intimidated. This is the first time I’ll be truly seen like this. But there’s no judgement from Angel, just pure desire, as if he can’t wait for me to be inside him. When I stall, he reads my mind and reaches up to pass me lube from a little shelf.

It’s on my hand in seconds, and I probe his entrance with two fingers to prepare him for more.

This time, he’s not holding anything back and sighs as I screw my digits in, probing his hot insides. “More… I’m… so hot,” he whispers, tightening the hold on his own cock, which at this point is an angry dark shade.

“You need it? Say it. Tell me what you need,” I tease with newfound excitement as I fuck him with my fingers.

I wasn’t sure how sex like this would work for me.

I worried I might be broken, unable to meet his gaze as we make love, but it’s such a treat to see him react to me, touch me, want me back.

“Yes. Yes, I need it. I need you,” he mumbles, pulling his legs apart so I can see his hole. He’s shivering, twitching, rocking his hips as if there were aphrodisiacs in his blood, and he can only calm down once thoroughly wrecked. “I need your cock inside me, fucking me like you own me…”

Oh, that I can do. I want to own him.

“You are my property now after all.” Saying that out loud makes my dick twitch. I pull my fingers out and waste no time. I slide a little lower to get my cock aligned with his slippery hole, and push him down on it. Popping my cockhead into him is such bliss I space out for a second.

Angel moans and catches my lips for a kiss at the same time. I’m on the verge of coming already, but I promised him a fucking, and that’s what I’ll give him.

His eyes roll back, and his knees dig into my ribs as I sink in, staring at his rosy features. He leans in, biting at my lips, but when I push in farther, he relaxes with a low, frantic moan.

I wrap my arms around him, so we’re as close as we can be.

I want to melt with him, get under his skin.

I want to be the pulse in his throat, and the breath he takes.

With my head full of erotic thoughts, I claw at his back, suck on his tongue, and thrust my hips time and time again.

My balls ache with need, and my cock can’t go any deeper while he whines into my mouth, nipples hard against my chest, arms wrapped around my neck.

For all I know, we are one body, chasing the same orgasm.

He’s loud, not at all worried someone might hear us, and as the desperate cries rip out of his mouth, rolling down my back, they feel like my own unspoken pleasure.

We lock eyes, and I shove two fingers between his lips, making him suck on them as I speed up, sawing into him as if we can spend the whole day in bed tomorrow recovering.

The friction around my cock is messing with my thoughts, keeping me too focused on all I find arousing, but when I see Angel working his own cock, it’s clear I can relax and flood him.

He hums, whimpers, and his damp, hazy eyes lock on me when he clamps down on me so hard I go out of breath. His whole body vibrates against me.