Better than any fucking hit I’ve ever taken.
I continued my descent, biting down on her collarbone, loving the way her breathing roughened in my ear. Her skin was smooth and silky, flawless but for a puckered scar high on her chest. I wasn’t sure how I’d missed it before, but then again, Caitlin and naked in the same sentence was distracting by itself. There was a story there. I was sure of it. A story I was going to ask about later. When I wasn’t this close to finally shoving my cock so deep inside her she would feel me there for days.
“Creed,” she whispered, reaching around to pull my head down towards her breast. “Hurry the fuck up.”
I smiled against her chest. “I don’t remember telling you to speak, Red.”
I took her nipple between my teeth and pulled. Her entire body jolted like she had been struck by lightning and I growled my approval as her back bowed, following the path that my mouth took. When I let go, she sagged back into my arms with a soft sigh that went straight to my dick. I repeated the process on the other side but I bit down harder, pulled longer. Caitlin’s fingers bit into my neck and I watched her skin flush bright red.
She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.
Growling low in my throat, I stood, hoisting her up with me as I reclaimed her mouth in a frenzied kiss. She was so small that I had no problem holding her up in one arm while the other went to work unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs until I could kick them off to the side. My cock rose up between us, hard and ready, and Caitlin made an appreciative noise, eyes going wide. It would make me a fucking liar to pretend that didn't leave me feeling like a goddamn king.
She suddenly pushed against me and I grunted in annoyance, trying not to drop her. When our eyes locked, she did it again, pointing at the ground. Because all the blood in my body was currently not in my brain, it took me a moment to realize what she was indicating.
Put me down, those green eyes demanded, taking to heart the fact I wasn’t allowing her to speak. Now, she added, when I didn’t move as quickly as she wanted, those tiny fists slamming into me again.
Reluctantly, I let her go, not happy at all about how empty my arms felt without her in them.
The attention I was paying to that feeling lasted about all of four heartbeats.
That was how long it took her to drop to her knees in the sand, hands going to the tops of my thighs to steady herself. She eyeballed the heavy rod pointing straight at her and she was close enough that each of her breaths was a warm breeze against my shaft.
“What are you doing?”
Those green eyes flicked up to meet mine, brow arching, lips curling. What does it look like? She blew against the head and my dick twitched, a bead of glistening precum emerging from the tip.
Caitlin's hands slid around towards my ass, squeezing me there before pulling me forward. I was too trapped in her spell to do more than dumbly step towards her, despite the fact that I was supposed to be in control.
She squeezed my cheeks again before tugging at the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off like it was on fire and threw it aimlessly. Whether it landed in sand, water or dirt I couldn’t have cared less.
She looked me up and down and I held my breath, feeling like our roles were reversed as I silently hoped for her approval. I was proud of this body I had worked for. Fought for. Bled for. But I knew from experience that a lot of women found the tattoos to be too much.
Too much fighting.
Too much death.
Their opinions meant less than nothing to me. My ink was a constant reminder to me, personally, and a statement to others of the kind of life I lived. If they couldn’t deal with it, that was their problem.
If Caitlin couldn’t deal with it?
I momentarily chewed on the gargantuan task that would be hundreds of removal sessions, but that came to an abrupt halt when I felt something warm and wet drag slowly along the base of my shaft.
My gaze dropped, focusing on Caitlin like a hawk in time to see her pink tongue trail along the slit of my cock, lapping up my precum before sliding back into her mouth. I clenched my fists as my whole body thrummed, an engine roaring to life. Her gaze found mine again, expression taunting. Teasing.
Payback, those green eyes promised.
She scooted forward on her knees, leaving little dips in the sand, and I held my breath as the head of my cock passed between soft lips. A few more inches of my length disappeared at an agonizingly slow pace, and I finally remembered to breath about the same time her cheeks hollowed and she sucked me with enough force that it would make a vacuum jealous.
“Fuck!” I barked at the top of my lungs, grateful there was no one around for miles to see the way my legs trembled.
She was just getting started.
Caitlin chuckled around me, tongue coiling, eyes locked on mine. My hips flexed automatically, the control I thought I was holding onto vanishing like smoke. All of a sudden, I was hitting the back of her throat. Warmth and wetness surrounded me, and her lips were flush with my waist. Fuck. Me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life.
She pulled away with a wet pop to catch her breath, eyes glistening, strings of saliva still connecting us. The bastard in me couldn't help but grin.
“More than you can handle, Red?” I taunted, stroking my slick shaft.
Her lazy, confident smile triggered the beast inside my chest that was roaring with the need to conquer. I reached down, grasping the back of her head, taking a fistful of red hair in my grip. “Open,” I demanded. Her eyes flashed green fire but her mouth opened, tongue rolling out the welcome mat. “Filthy girl. You already know what I want want don't you?”
She nodded eagerly as she rocked back on her heels, hands resting atop her knees.
I lined my cock up with her offered hole, the tip resting against the flat of her tongue. Tilting my head back, I roared my ownership to the heavens and surged inside her wet mouth again, forcing my way as deep as I could go. Tears sprang from her eyes, running down pale cheeks but she didn't push me away. No, my little captive moaned around my length and then swallowed, throat constricting sensually around me.
“Devil,” I rasped as my cock jerked. She hummed her assent even as she batted long lashes up at me.
I kept her head pinned there for several moments before pulling her away, nostrils flaring at the gasping breath she took. Then I eased myself inside all over again, setting a rhythm that she quickly adapted to. We worked in tandem. No words passed between us as I started thrusting harder, faster, until I was lost to everything but the pleasure of taking what I wanted and the wet, slurping sounds echoing between us.
My eyes closed as I fought against the pressure building at the base of my spine.
“I'm close,” I warned from between gritted teeth, wondering what she would do. I didn't give a damn if I sounded like a chump, barely able to hold his load. Hell, I'd been halfway to the finish line from that very first lick.
Caitlin's hands came up then, batting my grip away before latching onto my waist. She bobbed up and down my length all on her own, eyes sparkling, tongue twirling, throat working. My balls drew up, stomach contracting, and I growled low in my throat a second before my orgasm ripped through me, a tsunami of pleasure that washed over me before flooding her mouth with my seed.
Her fingers dug into my skin. The audible sound of her swallowing was enough to make my cock jerk with one last release before my knees went weak and I roughly dropped back down onto the driftwood behind me, breathing hard.
I watched in slack-jawed amazement as she sat there, eyes half closed with her focus on me, finishing everything that I had given her with a final lick of her pink lips. When she stood, fingers working at the buttons of her tiny shorts, my still semi erect cock throbbed fully back to life and that was before she started shimmying out of her last layer of clothing, slowly revealing the creamy swells of her hips and the damp red curls between her legs.
She took my breath away and made my whole worl
d sharper, clearer. In that moment, I realized that everything I had done, everything that made me who I was, had led me to this moment and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
Every drop of blood spilled.
Every betrayal.
Every loss.
I lazily curled my finger, beckoning the woman I loved. Caitlin smiled, starting towards me.
It’s all been worth it.
CHAPTER 10 - Caitlin
I was living a real life case of the body snatchers.
Seriously. I didn’t know what had gotten into me.
Aside from Creed’s impressive cock.
Sure, I wasn’t shy. That wasn’t exactly a secret. I had left behind the blushing years of maidenhood early on, even before the return of my wayward brother.
Once he was back in the picture, controlling my life from the shadows, I’d had to get creative about scratching the cardinal itch when I could.
Still, I had never done anything quite like that with another man and I blamed it on two things.
One was the overwhelming nature of the man himself. Creed was already larger than life. A force of nature only contained by his own unbreakable will. His presence alone oversaturated his surroundings, as if there wasn’t enough space in the fabric of reality to hold him. And when his eyes went dark, that conquering look coming to the forefront, it brought out another side to me I wasn’t familiar with. A side that thrived on being ordered, taken, owned.
Then there was the other thing. The big thing. The four letter word that was way too soon kind of thing. But how much longer could I try and deny it?
My heart was full of a deep, abiding warmth as I stepped towards Creed, taking in his naked form with new eyes. Eyes that recognized this dangerous man who had opened up and brought me to one of his favorite places as the man I loved. Hair mussed from my attentions. Muscles peaked from activity. Every visible inch of his skin a canvas for another beautifully styled piece of artwork, even if the content was a bit on the gruesome side.
He had the bearing of king, regardless of his driftwood throne.
I couldn’t help but let my gaze stray to his cock, standing thick and proud between his legs, still glistening from being inside my mouth. My body pulsed with need as I lowered myself onto his lap, feet on the wood to either side of his waist. I bit my lip, barely holding back a whimper when he pulled me closer. My slick lips easily parted to hold him snug against the most intimate part of me, the blunt head playing peekaboo between my curls.
Wordlessly, his hands traced an electric path from my calves, up to my thighs, and around to my ass. His touch was feather light but no less devastating because of it.
It didn't matter that he hadn't so much as touched my needy pussy. I felt each brush of his skin deep in my core and my toes curled, eyes closing. He palmed my the globes of my butt, squeezing possessively, that little rumble I was coming to recognize vibrating from where our chests were pressed together. Creed kneaded my flesh, spreading me open. When he lifted me, I knew what was coming. And I was hungry for it.
Creed shifted his hips before he started lowering me slowly and my breath caught as I felt him nudging against my entrance. I rocked in his arms, trying to force that last bit of distance, but it was no use. He would fill me on his own time and not a second sooner.
“Look at me.” His voice was deep, insistent.
I ignored him, rocking again, scratching at his shoulders at my second unsuccessful attempt to get him inside where he belonged.
“Fucking look at me, Caitlin. I want to see those pretty green eyes when I finally shove my cock inside that tight, little pussy.”
My eyes flew up to meet his at his filthy words, and that was all he was waiting for.
His hips surged up at the same time he let me drop back into his lap. He whispered something my heart recognized as an endearment but I was beyond hearing. I cried out to the night, lost to the exquisite stretch of Creed filling me all at once and the storm in his eyes raging like a maelstrom.
Our bodies met with a loud slap, his thick length hitting deeper than I thought possible, nudging against part of me no one had ever reached. My orgasm snuck up on me. A sucker punch straight to the brain that had my vision filling with stars, my lashes fluttering, and my entire body shuddering from head to toe.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he rasped as I contracted wildly around him. The feeling of my walls greedily wrapping around his cock set off tiny aftershocks in my core that trailed up my spine, making my skin tingle.
“Holy shit,” I managed when I could finally breathe again, heart still galloping in my chest.
His hands squeezed my ass again, eyes glittering. “I could spank you for that. I didn’t tell you to speak yet.”
“Really?” My voice was so breathy I barely recognized it. “You’re going to punish me now? Instead of fucking me?” His brow arched and I leaned in, pressing my lips to his ear. “You’re already deeper inside me than any man has ever been. Finish the job, Creed.”
I leaned back to watch that piece of knowledge settle into place. When it did, I could hear almost hear the click. Didn’t really need to though. The sudden tension that filled him was telling enough.
He didn’t move except for his ever-wandering hands settling on my hips, but he was suddenly at attention all the same. “Is that true?”
“Don’t look so eager, big guy. I didn’t say anything about being a virgin.”
I twisted my hips for emphasis and he grunted.
“Only thing that matters is that you’re mine, pretty girl. And I’m fucking keeping you.”
Oh how I wish I believed you.
A pang landed dead center in my heart and started blossoming out before I brushed it to the side. Now wasn’t the time nor the place for that. I was going to treat this like the first and last time, because for all I knew, it would be. I was determined to brand this night deep into the very fiber of my being, because no matter what happened afterwards, I would still have this. This memory of absolute safety, belonging, and pleasure within his arms.
His mouth opened but my lips got there first, silencing him with a wet kiss. I could deal with fucking him. I could even deal with loving him.
I couldn’t deal with any more sweet words and maintain my composure.
Thankfully, lizard brain was in the driver seat instead of the empire building legend. So instead of speaking, he deepened the kiss, tilting his hips and rocking into me gently.
“Yes,” I whispered into his mouth, that one little move stoking the flame of my arousal, sending it right back to being an inferno.
Creed stroked my tongue with his own and I moaned. He leaned back, our sweat soaked skin sticking together as he made room for his hands to grasp the backs of my thighs, easily settling into the curve beneath my ass.
He lifted me again, manipulating my weight like it was nothing, pulling me off his cock until just the head was trapped in my entrance. I squeezed him tight, my body unwilling to let him go.
I expected him to impale me again all at once, had even braced my body for it. So I wasn’t ready for the agonizingly slow drop that fed his thick cock into me at a pace so glacial I could’ve counted the inches. Except that would’ve required more thoughts than I was capable of forming while a singular one was dominating my brain, echoing on a loop.
Oh my God.
“Fucking hell, Red. You feel so damn good.”
Up. Down. He quickly found a rhythm that took my breath away and I found I couldn’t respond.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The smell of sex permeated the air, filling my nose with both our scents, the strength of it intoxicating.
Panting, I broke the kiss and made enough space between us so I could look down, blinking at the erotic sight I saw, pussy flooding with juices.
How does he even fit?
His cock seemed impossibly large as it pistoned in and out of me with filthy, wet noises. My cream c
oated the base of his shaft, dripping down to his balls.
Each time our hips met, another loud slap echoed off into the dark.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My fingers linked behind his neck.
Time I did, Creed’s thighs tensed and he stood, still inside me. It only took one roll of his hips for me to appreciate this new position.
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