Page 29 of Creep
His shoulders relax a little. “Your skin…” he repeats. “Naked?”
I meet his gaze, and instead of taking hold of him again, I step back, inviting him in with my eyes. “I have very nice skin, because I use lotion after every shower. Do you want to feel it?”
His breath becomes shallow, and when I take a step back, toward the bathroom, this time he follows. “In the shower? I have to shower to touch you?”
What kind of question is that? Isn’t that the bare minimum? But I already see this is a touchy subject, so I step right into the small space with tiles in a mixture of primary colors to go with the clown theme of the living room.
“You do. But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I add, offering him a wide smile. After all, I’ve handled men way more difficult than he is.
I expect him to balk, bristle, tell me he doesn’t need that, but he just nods and scoots down to take off his shoes. I’ve noticed them before. Unlike the ones the other bikers wear, they have a thinner sole and no steel caps.
“Can I keep my clothes on?”
My mind stalls like something caught in the cogs with a loud screech.
Deep breath. He’s different. A bit weird, but if I want to peel away the layers and see what’s inside him, I need to act with caution. So I smile and pick on the hem of my T-shirt with two fingers. “I’ll remove mine if you remove yours.”
I can only imagine the war going on in his head as he puts the shoes away, because he’s watching my fingers as if his life depends on it, yet it still takes him forever to speak.
“Okay,” he says with a deep breath and first takes off his leather vest, then peels off the T-shirt underneath. It clings to his face like it doesn’t want to let go.
Oh was it worth the wait. He is solid muscle. Not in a bodybuilder way, but he’s so lean his abs are visible even in the low light. He doesn’t have much hair, and his skin is milky perfection over sharp lines with a few scars and a constellation of beauty spots. There’s something so strange about him, as though he’s not a man but a creature evolved through crawling in cavesand disappearing in the shadows. And if that’s the case, I’m starting to understand why he doesn’t know how to take care of his hair or skin.
Now I’m dying to see what’s in his pants too, but he’s waiting, watching me as if he’s starving but doesn’t know how to eat. He trembles a little.
I’ve been lusted after, admired, but never in this way, and I can’t help teasing him a bit when I first gather the loose fabric above my navel, showing him a sliver of bare skin.
My temples pulse. My lips heat up, longing for touch, but I know I need to be patient with this strange man, so I finally pull up the fabric, presenting him with my slim form, my pink nipples, and golden skin.
“You’re… very beautiful,” Creep says with a deep exhale, and shifts his weight. Is he already getting a boner? I’m flattered.
“Just wait until you see the rest of me,” I tease, stepping out of my slip-ons. My finger slides along the waist of my pants, and I meet his gaze, one brow up.Your move, Creep.
His eyes grow wider as if I’ve cast a spell on him, and it’s kinda cute that he seems to be calculating what to do, because we both know he wants to see me naked. And for that, he needs to pay the toll. It’s both hot and a little fun that he wants me this much.
“Just ignore the… you know,” he says and pink once more graces his face as he unbuttons his jeans. He has such beautiful hands. Big, veiny, with long fingers, adorned with inked stars. He bites his nails, but that’s nothing a manicure can’t fix.
I want for this man to need me like we both need air, so when his erection is released, I do everythingbutignore it. I don’t know how that would be possible, really. I gasp at the sight of the glistening tip, but he’s asked me to not pay attention to it, so I quell the need to get down to my knees and sample what he’s been packing. My mouth waters anyway.
I slide off my pants. The briefs go too, and I’m facing him naked, my own cock half hard, but if I get any closer to Creep, it will soon be bobbing against my lower stomach, eager for touch. “Look at me,” I whisper.
My ego is the size of Jupiter when he glances from my cock to my face and back. I’m pretty proud of making him speechless. Suddenly, the pale light in the bathroom feels intimate, and I’m dying to be closer to him, whatever it is that ends up happening between us tonight.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Creep says and covers his crotch.
Is he really apologizing for reacting to my naked body? I don’t know what to make of it, but one way or another, I will find out more about him. I will have him cover me with his toned form like a jaguar about to bite into my neck.
I can almost sense his warm breath already.
“For what?” I continue in a low voice, resting my hip against the wall. “I would be offended if that didn’t happen in this situation.”
A wink.
Then, I step into the shower stall, which is, thankfully, large enough for both of us.
Creep follows me warily. “I know I’m not as attractive as other men, and then you’re so perfect, an angel even in name, and I’m staring like I deserve to watch you,” he mutters and turns his head to the wall.
I have a feeling that confusion will be my devoted companion throughout the evening. I don’t know who convinced Creep he’s not attractive enough to sleep with the likes of me, your average twink with very little to his name, but outright rebuffing what he’s saying might have the opposite effect, so I grab the showerhead and place it against my chest as I gently turn the handle. The water’s cold at first, but I pretend it doesn’t affectme, so he doesn’t feel guilty. He still flinches a little at the sound, even though I didn’t turn on high pressure.
