He growled, returning his tongue to my heat. Lapping at me, eating me like I was his favorite meal. Making me go crazy with passion and desire while I battled the unrelenting feelings raging war in my head. They were merciless and unforgiving.
He sucked on my clit harder, side-to-side, causing me to scream out his name in ecstasy. Within seconds he was making me come over and over again, plunging his tongue in and out of me. Using his thumb to work my clit, sending me further and further over the edge till I was free falling, leaving behind everything my mind was adamant on showing me.
I shook the entire time as he let me ride out my orgasm against his lips. Only releasing me when I was done and couldn’t take anymore. He kissed his way up my body, stopping when he was just above my faint scar. Causing tears to threaten my eyes when I felt his lips brush against it, letting them linger for what felt like hours but was really just seconds. Before continuing his descent up to my breasts.
With one hand, he grabbed the back of my neck, keeping me close to his body. Exactly where he wanted me. I moaned when his lips crashed into mine, bucking my hips off the bed, arching my back. Silently requesting him to keep going. He smiled against my mouth, pleased by my subtle request. Ready to give me what he wanted, what he craved, what he had been waiting for. Kissing me long and hard, he reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Never once breaking our connection.
My shaking hands moved hastily to his belt, undoing it as fast as I could. Moving to unbutton his jeans next. Using my feet to help him slide them down, along with his boxers. He chuckled, taking in the expression on my face when I saw his hard cock jut free. I bit my lip as he rolled the condom down his shaft and into place. Crawling his way back up my body when he was done. He caged me in with his arms around my face, gripping the back of my neck again, not wanting to lose our connection.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. I wanna look into them as I make love to you.”
I kept my eyes open, my mind and heart battling against each other to close them. His hold tightened on my neck as he angled his dick into my opening with his other hand. Gently starting to thrust inside of me, resting his forehead on mine, causing our mouths to part in sync from the feeling of becoming one.
He stopped when he was fully inside of me, just wanting a moment to look into my eyes. To memorize the sensation of him wrapped up in me. My arms went around his neck as he slowly started to thrust in and out, wanting me to get used to his size and girth.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “How do you feel this fuckin’ good?”
I winced, but he didn’t see it, too caught up in the moment, in us. The one I knew he had been waiting for since the first time we did this over a year ago. Everything he was saying was like I’d heard it before, but it wasn’t from him.
Was it Creed?
He grabbed my leg, angling it higher. It was much deeper that way, making me clench and tighten around his shaft, which earned me a loud, ravenous growl in return. He never once let up his hold as he continued to move at a hard and fast pace that had me weakening beneath him. Feeling every last inch of him moving in and out of me. Hitting my g-spot perfectly which had me panting, moaning, and screaming all at once. Trying to push through the unease my mind was conjuring up. Struggling to push away the thoughts of someone who wasn’t there.
Our bodies were so wrapped up in each other, tangled together on the white sheets.
He kissed me deep and heady, savoring the new sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I started to move my hips forward as he thrust in. Our bodies moved in time with one another, getting faster and harder with each second that passed.
I was literally trying to fuck Creed out of my mind.
“Fuck,” he growled, rotating his hips more demandingly.
I was close to losing it...
My mind.
My heart.
My soul.
My orgasm.
It all intertwined, mixing with the pleasure and the pain. The confusion and the sensations. The want and need.
The past and the present.
And then I couldn’t take it anymore.
In one swift motion, I rolled us so I was on top. Needing to be in control of my mind, my heart, and my soul. I couldn’t feel him on top of me any longer.
It hurt too damn much.
“I’m going to come,” I panted against his mouth.
He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me down on him to look deep in my eyes. Kissing me passionately, sending me over the edge. Taking him right along with me. He hid his face in the nook of my neck, kissing my sweaty skin.
Making a single tear roll down the side of my face when I heard him say, “I love you.”
The thought of sleeping for more than a few hours here and there sounded fucking amazing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had shut my eyes for longer than what felt like ten fucking minute intervals. Feeling like I was back in the Army, out on missions. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t feel like absolute shit.
I pulled out my keys, unlocking the house, and stepping inside. Closing the door behind me. I threw my keys on the table in the foyer, noticing there were a few lights already turned on in the living room, but the house was eerie and silent. I was about to take off my cut when I heard a noise coming from down the main hall. It sounded like muffled voices, followed by some shuffling around.
“The fuck?” I whispered to myself, pulling out my gun from the back of my jeans.
Immediately made my way toward the noise from the other end of the house. Being extra cautious so I wouldn’t be heard, no one was supposed to fucking be here. I rounded the corner with my gun held tightly in my grasp, pointing it directly at the floor as I trod lightly down the long, narrow hallway.
It was better to go into the situation like this undetected. Catch the motherfuckers by surprise. Take them the fuck out before they even knew what hit them. It was my life or theirs, and I had always fucking chosen mine.
Over the last three and a half months, it had been one thing after another since Diesel and I uncovered the truth hidden on the discs we recovered from Pop’s room. He hadn’t said shit about it, so we figured he had yet to figure it out.
As soon as I saw the proof right in front of my goddamn eyes, it was like I had an out of body experience. Shifting through images, documents, the truth that nearly brought me to my fucking knees. I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was seeing, swearing my eyes were playing tricks on me, my mind reeling that it took us this fucking long to put the puzzle together. Still needing to find the last piece that would nail the fucking coffin shut.