Page 73 of Creep
He hugs me. His knee trails up my leg, ever closer to my groin, until every inch feels like sweet torture. “No,” he admits, though we both know it’s a lie. He’s teasing me. Baiting me, playful and fearless, as if he wasn’t dealing with a monster. “Tell me.”
There’s a fire in his voice this time, a smoky note I’ve not yet heard from him, its sound so touchable I sense phantom fingers around my cock.
I run my fingertips up his spine, against the flow of warm water, while I let my other hand slide into the crack between his ass cheeks. I love how he shivers at my touch, rising to his toes and pushing his hips back ever so slightly.
“I turn into a greedy monster when I see you naked. You know the kind. The one that visits you at night and takes, takes, takes, then leaves you filthy and used.” I can only hope he doesn’t takeoffense at that. I’m trying to express my arousal. But when his eyes darken to a grayish-blue, I know I’ve not misstepped.
Angel bites his lip and steps away from me, his hands rolling against flesh as if he were painting a ritual circle in soap. His nipples are the most perfect shade of pink, but I’m soon distracted when he gives his cock a slow pump. “Impossible. I’m always very clean,” he adds and reaches back, holding my gaze.
My skull feels like a hot oven when Angel’s eyes close, because I know he’s rubbing soap between his ass cheeks and wants me to see it.
I don’t know what to do. My lips tremble with every heavy exhale I make, and my skin is warmed by the water and steam. I put my hands on the tiles to the sides of his head, caging him in and watching his every move. I imagine myself to be an invisible monster, preying on the fact that he doesn’t know I’m here. It’s ridiculous, because he looks down at my painfully hard dick as he touches himself. But it still turns me on. I’m a pervert and he knows it. He allows it, so is it even wrong at this point if we both enjoy it?
“Slide a finger in,” I whisper, so excited my cheeks burn and my cock twitches.
A soft whine leaves Angel’s lips, but he opens his eyes and stares straight at me, so beautiful. So vulnerable. So very innocent despite all the hurt in his past.
Even someone like me can’t take that away from him.
He sucks in his lower lip and rolls his head against the tiles while his cock bobs, abandoned in favor of Angel rubbing his chest.
“Being watched by you… it makes my whole body vibrate.”
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 dodespicable 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’mthe 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 howanyonecould 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 absolutelywreckhim. 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 hisspine. He’s so fucking perfect. Maybe I’m not the monster here after all. Maybeheis 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.
