Page 74 of Creep
“Oh fuck, such a tight little mouth,” I babble to the greedy demon between my legs. I want to come deep down his throat, and at the same time, I’m dying to turn him around and stab my cock into his other hole instead. Just fuck him with abandon while he’s begging for my dick. Not simplyallowingme to touch him in a gesture of charity but needing this as much as I do.
In the hot rain, he twists his hips and rubs my thighs, finally looking at me. I’m frantic from the heat inside my skull, but when his jaw goes slack, tongue lying flat against my shaft, I don’t need to be told what to do and hold him by the hair as I inch my way in, probing his throat, which can take me way deeper in this position.
His moan is choked but full of promise, as if he needs me to know there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
It’s raw and shameless. But there’s intimacy to it even as I pump my cock into his mouth, chasing my orgasm. He accepts me inside him. Wants me. Desires me so much he initiated this.
“I… don’t want to come like this. I want to fuck your ass. I want to hold you when I come inside you,” I mutter, unable to stop my hips from moving though. I’m far too gone for that.
Angel chokes, but his hands press on my hips, keeping them down as he rises, mouth slick with saliva and swollen from allthe rubbing. He’s dazed and almost slips, falling over in the basin, but I grab him in time, burning where our bodies touch.
“Yesss,” he whimpers and leans forward, licking at my lips, “Make me so filthy…”
“Oh I will, I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my cum.” I pull his ass into my lap, but he pushes against me, and before I know what’s going on, he’s straddling me instead.
“I need to see your face, the expression you’ll make when you’re deep inside me.” He presses his forehead to mine and nuzzles my nose like we’re not talking filth to each other.
I’m… a little intimidated. This is the first time I’ll be truly seen like this. But there’s no judgement from Angel, just pure desire, as if he can’t wait for me to be inside him. When I stall, he reads my mind and reaches up to pass me lube from a little shelf.
It’s on my hand in seconds, and I probe his entrance with two fingers to prepare him for more.
This time, he’s not holding anything back and sighs as I screw my digits in, probing his hot insides. “More… I’m… so hot,” he whispers, tightening the hold on his own cock, which at this point is an angry dark shade.
“You need it? Say it. Tell me what you need,” I tease with newfound excitement as I fuck him with my fingers. I wasn’t sure how sex like this would work for me. I worried I might be broken, unable to meet his gaze as we make love, but it’s such a treat to see him react to me, touch me, want me back.
“Yes. Yes, I need it. I need you,” he mumbles, pulling his legs apart so I can see his hole. He’s shivering, twitching, rocking his hips as if there were aphrodisiacs in his blood, and he can only calm down once thoroughly wrecked. “I need your cock inside me, fucking me like you own me…”
Oh,thatI can do. I want to own him.
“You are my property now after all.” Saying that out loud makes my dick twitch. I pull my fingers out and waste no time. Islide a little lower to get my cock aligned with his slippery hole, and push him down on it. Popping my cockhead into him is such bliss I space out for a second.
Angel moans and catches my lips for a kiss at the same time. I’m on the verge of coming already, but I promised him a fucking, and that’s what I’ll give him.
His eyes roll back, and his knees dig into my ribs as I sink in, staring at his rosy features. He leans in, biting at my lips, but when I push in farther, he relaxes with a low, frantic moan.
I wrap my arms around him, so we’re as close as we can be. I want to melt with him, get under his skin. I want to be the pulse in his throat, and the breath he takes. With my head full of erotic thoughts, I claw at his back, suck on his tongue, and thrust my hips time and time again. My balls ache with need, and my cock can’t go any deeper while he whines into my mouth, nipples hard against my chest, arms wrapped around my neck. For all I know, we are one body, chasing the same orgasm.
He’s loud, not at all worried someone might hear us, and as the desperate cries rip out of his mouth, rolling down my back, they feel like my own unspoken pleasure. We lock eyes, and I shove two fingers between his lips, making him suck on them as I speed up, sawing into him as if we can spend the whole day in bed tomorrow recovering. The friction around my cock is messing with my thoughts, keeping me too focused on all I find arousing, but when I see Angel working his own cock, it’s clear I can relax andfloodhim.
He hums, whimpers, and his damp, hazy eyes lock on me when he clamps down on me so hard I go out of breath. His whole bodyvibratesagainst me.
His head tips back, throat exposed to me, face shining, flushed and wet. He gasps my name, and I’m done for. I lean in and bite into his neck with a possessive groan. He’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. The helpless moan from his mouth makes me thrust fasterinto his tight, throbbing hole. He wants me so much he couldn’t wait to come. So I fuck him harder. I’m frantic as I suck on his bruised neck. No one but me can leave a mark on him. Even his pulse is now mine. I’m overcome by the primal instinct to hold him by the neck.
My climax is like a punch and I cling to Angel, overwhelmed by the intensity of this surrender. I worship him with every last thrust, loving his little cries as I make sure to spill my cum deep inside him. He milks me for every last drop.
Our gasp-filled embrace in this hot shower is like a world of its own where we are completely free. He accepts all I have to give him, and I make him mine. He doesn’t need to know that even though I hold his sensitive throat in my teeth, I’m the one chained to him by an unbreakable bond.
Time is no longer an objective measure, and minutes stretch like elasticated cord as I rest in the shallow water, wrapped around Angel, who clings to me as if letting go means drowning.
I’m half-asleep when he whispers, “How was that?”
What do I even say to that? That he’s not an angel because he’s my god, and I will now address him as such?
“I love you,” I whisper against his shoulder.
He makes the strangest sound. It’s strangled, yet somehow sweet as syrup. I don’t know what I expected, but once the truth of my affection is out, I know there is no way back. He can now squash me like a bug or—
“Creed... my sweet Creed,” Angel whispers, cupping my face and nuzzling it with a soft smile. “I know we’ve only had such a short time together, but… I love you too. You make me feel so whole. Like I’m finally home.”
