“Has anyone ever eaten your pussy this good before?” he inquires, ripping my panties clear off my body and dropping his mouth to my sex. He hovers over so his breath hits my clit. I begin to wiggle underneath his hold, his warm breath causing me to ache. “Answer me,” he growls, bringing his teeth over my lip and biting.
“Oh, shit.” I arch my back, pressing my core into his face. “No… No one has.” I’m already panting and he’s barely touched me. His teeth ease up, working his tongue to caress my wounded flesh. His mouth becomes urgent as he licks up my wetness; sucking, lapping, working me into a frenzy of arousal.
“You have such a greedy little cunt,” he hums, spearing his tongue deep inside me. “The way you squeeze me.” In and out, each time with more force than before. “Why have you been hiding this bad side?” His tongue shoves once more into my swollen flesh and I begin to quiver. My orgasm takes over, blasting each nerve ending in my body. Creed doesn’t let up as he sucks harder, jabbing even deeper, and his grip on my hips threatening to break skin.
“Creed,” I moan, unable to take much more. My body is still quaking under his hold, but he refuses to ease.
“There it is, my little kitten, purring like you want more.” He pulls back, his tongue now absent from my opening. I lift my head, barely able to see him my eyes are so fogged over. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, allowing his suit pants to fall to the ground. It’s no shock that when he frees his large cock, my mouth begins to water. I admit that I haven’t seen too many cocks before, but his is beautiful. Intimidated by his size, but knowing what and where it will bring me; my stomach flips just at the thought.
“Slide off the counter, Kitten.” He takes a step back to allow me room to slide off. Just as my feet hit the floor, my body is whipped around, facing the opposite way. His large palm presses to my lower back, maneuvering me over the counter. Thank God I still have my heels on, otherwise we would run into a major height issue.
His hands are back on my hips, his thumbs caressing my butt cheeks. He presses into me and I can feel his now bare cock between my cheeks. “You’re a sight like this. Glistening. Aching. I can almost see your pussy pulsate for me. Tell me what do you want, Kasey?”
Always pushing me to admit what I want. My desires. Two weeks ago, the shy part of me would have blushed and avoided answering, but being with Creed has made me this bold vixen. Wanting to admit my naughty desires and turning me on, hearing the inappropriate words fall from my lips.
“I want you,” I reply on a whisper.
A hard slap to my ass cheek jolts me up the counter. “I’m going to need better than that, Kitten. What do you want?”
I want to feel desired, feel free. I want to lose control. I want to…
Another open palm meets my cheek, sending wave after wave of moans soaring past my lips. “Answer me.”
“I want you to take me.”
He doesn’t try to cover his amusement when the small chuckle echoes throughout his pristine kitchen. He presses his thick cock in between my cheeks and thrusts once. “You want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
I nod, still unable to use such vulgar language. Another spank, which causes my nipples to perk as they slide once again up and down the chilled counter.
“I want you to say it. Be a good little girl and say it, and I will fuck you.”
Oh God.
The wetness between my legs has tripled and I’m willing to scream it to get him inside me as my reward. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, feeling the thrill and humiliation collide.
“Good girl.”
I’m rewarded when he fits himself right at my opening from behind, and using his grip on my hips as leverage, slams into me. The sound leaving my lips is a mixture of pain and pleasure. The deepness and how thick he is, hitting the back of my womb. He doesn’t stop to acknowledge my discomfort, knowing the pleasure is soon to override. And oh boy does it. Each rush of his cock inside me sends a whirlwind of satisfaction through my body. Each time, causing me to moan out in pleasure.
“That’s it. Purr for me, Kitten.” Slam after slam, he rides me without care, fucking me hard and deep until my mind is gone and I’ve lost all moral being. I begin meeting him thrust for thrust, begging for more. Needing a release. The grunted sounds of his own pleasure brings me higher and the second he brings a hand into my hair, wrapping my locks around his fist and pulling back, I lose it. The air hitting my nipples, along with him behind me, taking what he wants, I feel myself death-squeeze around him and explode.
Creed is not far behind me, tugging at my hair and diving into me, once, twice, and with a growl so fierce, he pulls out, quickly pushing up my dress, and comes up my back. I collapse onto the counter, trying to catch my breath. I can hear Creed struggling for air as well, but he quickly pulls himself together.
“Don’t move. Let me clean you up.”
Moving is the last thing I plan on doing. He should be more concerned with me taking a nap on his counter after all that. Before I can shut my eyes, I feel a wet towel across my back. Squeaky clean, he pats my ass, letting me know it’s okay to move.
Feeling a blast of shyness filter through me, I slide off the counter and adjust my dress. I write off the panties, accepting I will have to go panty-less for the remainder of the day and run my fingers through my hair.
So. What now?
I hate awkward situations. Do I ask how his day is? Talk about the weather? What exactly do friends like us do after, well, that? I lift my head to take a glance and he looks just as uptight as he did before. Suddenly insecure, I feel I didn’t do it for him. I look around, grasping for something, anything, to say.
“So I guess you should probably get me back to work.” I step from one foot to the other, wishing I could just teleport back and bypass all this awkwardness. I dare to spare another glance at Creed, and he’s… he’s… “Are you smiling?”
He is!
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Did I really just fulfill your appetite so much that you don’t need actual food anymore?”
I look at him strangely, then remember I was hungry. “Well no, but I figured…”
“That I wasn’t going to feed you?” His smile is something I want to bottle up and keep under my pillow. It screams danger, sinful, and sexy, and I want to put my lips on his just so I can feel that smile.
“Well I just thought…”
“That I was going to fuck you and not feed you? Do you think I’m a monster?” He then chuckles, and shakes his head. “Actually, don’t answer that. Come, sit. Let me feed you, then get you back to work.”
“I can feed myself, you know,” I state while accepting another bite of brie. Not that I’m not enjoying this beast of a man feeding me. He pulls the empty fork from my mouth and sticks it into a slice of Italian salami.
“I’m sure you can, but this allows me to appease my control issues. So just indulge me for a while longer.” He smiles at me, and my eyes widen.
“Creed Monroe, did you just try and make a joke?”
He lifts the fork, placing another bite into my mouth. “I’m human. But don’t get used to it.” I chew on my bite as I watch him. He seems… laidback. Not so uptight. I realize that I quite like this version of Creed. I offer him my smile in return, enjoying the easiness of our lunch.
After cleaning me up, he sat me on his gray leather sofa and laid out trays of meats and fruits. Noticing they looked familiar, he said they were delivered from Cork Wine Studio and Café. When my heart melted for the food, he explained that he owned it. That had me, embarrassing to admit, spitting out the bite of brie he fed me, nailing him in the chest. He laughed, which was strange, but also rewarding, and we moved on, never speaking of the flying brie again.
“So what is it that you do that gets you a place like this and allows you to take random women back to it in the middle of a work day?”
He pauses in his next bite, his gaze, hard. “I don’t take random women here.”
“Okay. Friends then,” I laugh.
“I don’t have friends.”
That gets me. How does someone not have friends? “How do you not—”
“I’m a private person. I choose to keep my life to myself. I work from home because I can.”
“Well doesn’t your boss ever—”
“Okay that’s enough prying, nosy pants.” He looks down at his watch. “We should get you back to work.”
I check the time on my phone and realize it’s been almost two hours. “Shoot, yeah good idea.” I didn’t plan on taking the whole two hours. I felt like it was a trap, allowing me two hours in the first place, just to see if I would take it. Now feeling guilty, I set my own plate down and gather my things.
The ride back to work is quiet. Of course, if I’m not talking, Creed surely isn’t offering up the conversation. We pull up in front of Roe Inc. and I climb out. Leaning into the open window, I speak. “Well, thanks again… for, uh, lunch.”
“Thanks for letting me eat your pussy.”
Instant crimson covers my cheeks. He laughs, knowing his intention of embarrassing me worked. “Better get upstairs before you get in trouble.”
At that, I straighten, knowing I have less than five minutes until my clock runs out. “Yeah, well thanks, I’ll…” What? See him later? See him around? That sounds so lame. What does one say? Gah!
“Goodbye, Kasey.”
Yep, or we can go that route.
Simple goodbye.
“Bye, Creed.”
And with that, I step away from his car, and he pulls into the busy afternoon traffic, and he’s gone.
Wow.
Most unconventional lunch if I’ve ever had one. I continue to shake my head as I make my way inside the office. A small smile creeps along my face remembering his laugh, his grunts, his pretty cock—
“Enjoy lunch?”
I quickly turn my focus to Todd, who is suddenly in front of me.
“Oh um, yes, it was nice. Sorry, I didn’t mean to take the full time, I—”
“Those contracts aren’t going to review themselves. I suggest you get to it.” And then he’s gone just as fast as he appeared. God, what a dick! I don’t even feel bad calling him that. Because he is one. I’m tempted to throw my purse at him, but since he’s already gone, the statement would be pointless.
I curse under my breath, embarrassed when I look to my right and notice Virginia is staring at me. I half ass wave and get to it.
I LOVE MY JOB. NO wait, let’s rephrase. I love being at work and breaking for lunch. Because that means I get a two-hour break from Todd, the dick, and two hours of dick. Creed’s dick. I know. I chuckled too.
It’s been almost two weeks since we started our lunch routine. Todd waves me off every time I tell him I’m leaving for lunch, but not before spending half the morning glaring at me. And Creed, well… he’s still a mystery to me. Hard to pinpoint. He’s kind, but tough. Funny, but always Mr. Serious. Attentive. Definitely attentive. If a single inch of my body could complain that it’s been neglected, it would. But it can’t. Again very, very attentive.
Besides his quiet reclusive side, being with him is like nothing I’ve ever felt. And it’s not just the physical aspect. It’s the way he looks at me that makes me feel so extremely wanted. He makes me feel beautiful, the way he worships my body. Every time he tells me he wants to be gentle, but he just can’t with me. And one would want gentle. I thought I would have wanted gentle. But with Creed? The roughness, the lining between pain and pleasure. It’s awoken a part of me I never knew existed. He brings me to places I could never live without, knowing now they exist.
And the best part is that he is slowly starting to open up to me. When I say open up, I don’t mean ‘dear diary’ sort of stuff. Not by a long shot. But he’s becoming more fluent in conversation. His likes, dislikes. Small work stuff. I try and help him, since my company does investing, and he always laughs, thanking me for my expertise.
Since the first moment I ran into Creed at the cafe, he’s changed. Sex is still crazy, but there are times after we’re completely spent where he allows me to hold him. I know he’s uncomfortable, unsure of the closeness, but I blow it off as trying to catch my breath, when in reality I just want to feel his skin on mine, feel his beating heart pressed against mine.
Which brings me to a whole other issue. What in the hell am I doing? I’m having a sexual relationship with a man who should be off limits. No, who is off limits. He is my ex’s brother. If this ever got out, it would look really bad. No doubt, I would be the bad guy. They wouldn’t see it for how I do. Which is how? Good question. Another question I’m also battling with. Creed is embedding himself so far into my life that I know I would be hurt if he was no longer in it. And that’s another red flag. Because what. Am. I. Doing!?
I like Creed. I like his company. His lame jokes when he tries to be humorous, but fails horribly. I love it when he gets angry about something and pouts. I love how he feeds me and tends to me. He asks me about my day. My job. And he listens. Well, that could be because he has no interest in talking and sharing about his own day, but still.
I’m living in this fantasy world, where I am falling for a guy who may have no intentions of falling back. And that right there is a reason to figure that out. I’m not built like Creed. I simply can’t continue on with what we’re doing and not attach feelings to it. I also know it’s already too late. I know I like him. Really like him. In a perfect world, I would send him a message on a piece of paper folded into a triangle that says do you want to be my boyfriend, yes or no, and he would respond with yes, let’s go steady.
But in this life called reality, I see him running for the hills once that topic gets brought up. And the real question is, how will I fare once he takes off, knowing he has no intentions of being more than just “friends” with me? Am I able to keep my wandering heart under wraps and allow this thing between us to continue, knowing he might leave if I express how I feel? As much as the fear of him rejecting me is there, the fear of never knowing might be worse.
It’s now Friday, and I know I need to tell him. I told myself on Monday that I had until today to confess my feelings or I was going to cut myself off. Not that I know how to cut myself off from the best sex I’ve ever had.
Keeping myself busy at work, I spend the morning filling out waivers for the surveyors. Surveyors need to have permits to survey certain properties so they don’t get ticketed for trespassing on certain grounds. When a company is left vacant, it opens it up to homeless people nudging their way into broken windows to find shelter and drug dealers to form workshops for their business. A bunch of shady stuff that if a cop drove by and questioned a surveyor on the property, they have proof they could be there and were not trying to score a bag.
I’m down to the last form when I break to look at the clock. I smile, seeing it’s a quarter to twelve. I quickly jot down the name of the client and address and close the folder. Standing up, I jump, not realizing that Todd is right in front of me.
“Jesus, Todd, you scared me.”
“Heading out to your lunch date?” His eyes bore daggers into mine, a hollow look to them, giving me the chills.
“Yeah, did you need something before I left?” His close proximity is making me nervous.
“So, tell me. Who is this boyfriend of yours back home?” His question clearly confuses me, until I remember my lie.
“Oh, he’s um… just a guy.” My words come out unsure. He takes another step toward me.
“And what is it that you two do? Do you find a secluded place during lunch and call him, offering some phone sex to your poor, long-distance boyfriend? Or is it someone here that’s fucking you?” I gasp at his bold statement. “You think I don’t notice you reeking of sex when you come back? Your flushed cheeks?” I take a step back, a sudden hole in my gut at his rightful claim. “You know, I thought you looked familiar when you first came here, and I just couldn’t pinpoint how. Who are you r
eally, Ms. Bishop?”
“I don’t… I don’t know what you mean.”
Lifting his hand, he slowly grabs at a piece of my hair, twisting it between his fingers. “I mean, you are someone. I just can’t figure out who. But don’t doubt, I will find out.”
Having enough, I slap his hand away from my face and push past him, making a hasty exit out of the boardroom. I’m breathing heavy as I make my way outside, quickly spotting Creed.
“What’s wrong?” He’s alert, instantly noticing how frazzled I must look. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve caught on to the anger he tries to hide but still shows, when I talk about my boss. I’ve never had anyone be jealous over me, so at first I thought it was cute. But the more I would mention Todd, the angrier and closed off he would become. So for the past week, I’ve chosen to keep anything that Todd has said or done, to myself. If he inquired, I lied.
“Nothing, I’m just hungry.” He looks at me trying to figure out if I’m lying.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Investigator Monroe, and if you don’t feed me soon, I’m going to turn into a gigantic monster.” His eyes lighten. Problem averted. He smacks my ass, pushing me into his car. He hops in and throws his car into traffic, breaking all traffic laws to get to his place faster.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.”
I want to, but my throat is too sore from moaning.
Another whack to my bare ass cheek and this time my moan is so hoarse, it’s barely understood. “I want you to fuck me super hard. Super, super hard.”
God, hurry up. My clit is throbbing so bad I bet it’s causing the bed to shake. We’re in his bedroom, and I’m face down on the mattress, my hands bound and tied to his bedframe. He’s spent the last thirty minutes absolutely torturing me. His gentle kisses and soft bites. The warm breezes of his breath skimming my clit. Each touch so soft, it hurts. I’m not used to him like this and begging for him to be rough with me has only made it worse.
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