Creed's Expectations Page 3

  Oh, my God! He’s actually serious. I begin giggling like a school girl. He has to be messing with me. “Okay, sure. Yeah, let’s go fuck like rabbits in my room. We should probably videotape it, too, for extra exposure. Maybe send it to him via Facebook. No wait! We can Snapchat it!” I begin laughing harder. Not paying attention to him, I don’t notice when he maneuvers out of his side of the booth and slides in beside me, way too close. His thighs now brushing against mine, I quiet instantly.

  “What are you doing?” He’s completely invading my space. I can smell his expensive cologne, and feel his warm, liquored breath on my face. “Creed, what are you doing?” I ask again, this time more on a whisper.

  I freeze as he leans in, pressing his mouth to the corner of mine. My eyes widen as I feel the softness of his lips. He’s kissing me. Oh, my God, he’s kissing me! Without invitation, he parts my lips, his tongue diving inside my mouth. Before I have a chance to fight him off, I find myself participating in this crazy kiss.

  Kasey Leanne Bishop, what in God’s name are you doing?

  Completely losing my mind apparently, because I wrap my arms around his neck and allow him to deepen our kiss as I moan into his mouth. Oh, my God, did I just moan? I totally just moaned. I have to be dreaming right now because I am not making out with my ex’s brother in a secluded booth in a hotel bar. And seriously loving it.

  “Have sex with me,” he hums, biting on my lower lip, bringing his hand up, and dragging his palm up my thigh. I can’t remember the last time I felt the touch of a man. My body, shame on her, responds instantly, another moan filtering from my lips.

  “You’re crazy,” I say, widening my mouth to welcome his tongue. His hand wraps around the back of my hips, squeezing my ass.

  Okay, maybe I’m the crazy one for allowing this to happen. But then again, it does feel rebellious. Steven would flip his shit if he found out I’d been with his brother. Creed breaks away from my mouth to drag his soft lips down my chin, laying kiss after kiss along my cheekbone, up to my ear, slowly sucking my lobe into his mouth.

  “Are you attracted to me, Kasey?” The pressure of his suckling increases, causing my legs to squeeze shut. I tilt my neck allowing him better access and he pulls me closer to him, gripping my ass so that I’m practically sitting on his lap.

  What are you doing, Kasey?

  “I’m waiting for an answer.”

  Don’t answer that!

  I don’t even know how to answer him. This is all too crazy for me.

  “What if I told you, I find you to be the most beautiful woman in this bar, and I’m counting on you agreeing to my offer so I can lick, suck, and fuck every part of your body.”

  I moan.

  I melt in his lap and I moan.

  I hear a small chuckle off his lips as he grazes my neckline with his teeth.

  “Do I take that as a yes?” His tongue reaches out, wetting my heated skin.

  Don’t you dare answer— “Yes,” I whimper at the sensations running through me at each touch. The rumbling of his laughter on my skin tells me he’s amused with my reaction to him.

  “Are you saying yes to my offer or letting me know how fucking turned on you are?”

  I realize that I did indeed just say yes to him. Shit. I admit it was an “in the heat of the moment” response. I’m not sure I can actually go through with his offer. As much as I hate Steven, would it make me just as hateful to do something so deceiving back to him? I pull away and allow Creed’s dark eyes to seep into mine. His mouth is parted and just as I get an eyeful of his full lips, he slowly sticks out his tongue to wet his bottom lip.

  I’m in so much trouble right now.

  “What do you want, Kasey?”

  Gah! I don’t know what I want right now. Sex? Revenge? Someone to just hold me and understand me? My body is screaming for what Creed is offering, that’s obvious. But my brain is so clouded I’m not sure what to do. This is Steven’s brother, for Christ’s sake!

  Steven.

  The asshole who took almost three years of my life.

  I look long and hard at Creed, who seems to be as serious as a heart attack.

  And say fuck it.

  I nod.

  “I want to do this,” I say, watching his eyes darken more, if that’s even possible. He curtly nods and guides me off his lap. He slips out of the booth, standing and reaching out to grab my hand. Helping me out, he turns, escorting me out of the bar.

  Oh shit.

  This is happening.

  I expected maybe we would finish our drinks. Possibly get to know each other. Hell, wait more than three seconds after I agreed to flee to my hotel room. I slightly panic, trying to find a way to stall.

  “Wait, the tab. I have to pay my bill.” I turn back to the table, but he pulls me forward.

  “It’s taken care of,” he says, exiting the bar and walking us through the lobby. Shit. I halt again causing him to stop and turn my way. “What now?”

  “One night. That’s all,” I tell him, letting him know there will be nothing more between us. This idea is crazy enough; I won’t be able to claim insanity twice.

  His smile, so damn dangerous, he replies, “That’s all I’ll need to get what I want.” He tugs at my hand and we continue on our way. I look around the busy lobby as people take us in. Creed with his tough bad boy persona, and me, flushed and a little drunk, in my business attire. We totally look like two business associates about to get busy.

  I begin to giggle at their assumption of us.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks, stopping and hitting the up button.

  “Just us. We look like we’re headed to have dirty work sex.”

  He turns, his smile the sexiest thing I have ever seen and says, “We are.” With a wink, he pulls me into the now open elevator. As another couple attempt to walk in, Creed stops them.

  “You might want to take the next one. She’s not feeling well. It might get ugly in here.” The couple steps back out just as the doors close.

  “Why did you—”

  My words are cut off as my back hits the mirrored wall and his hands are grabbing my hips. He doesn’t speak, nor do I. I’m nervous. Scared. Excited. Confused.

  I reunited with Creed Monroe less than an hour ago and now I’m in an elevator allowing him to touch me in a way that seems wrong, but yet, so right. My skin is at an unnatural temperature, the flush in my cheeks a clear giveaway I may be enjoying this.

  “Creed…”

  We need to slow down.

  “I want you to take off your panties.”

  Or not.

  “What? Right now?” I ask.

  “Right now. I want to know if you’re already wet.”

  Holy hell. My cheeks flush crimson at his bold statement. This is just insane. I’m not going to take off my underwear in an elevator where it can stop at any floor. I suddenly realize that Creed is way out of my league here. What was I thinking? That I would be able to just take him to my room and have a wild night of passion with a man a thousand times more experienced than me?

  “If you don’t take them off, I will take them off for you. It’s your choice.”

  “Creed, I don’t think—”

  “Your call.” He drops to his knees. He grabs the insides of my thighs pushing my legs to widen. I’m about to fight him, but his scorching touch has my eyes falling shut. His thick fingers work their way up my inner thighs, pushing up my skirt. Stop this, I tell myself as I lay my head against the wall.

  “What color am I expecting? Black? Red? White?” he hums, latching his thumbs onto the thin strap of my underwear. With the remainder of his fingers free to roam, he grabs at my bare cheeks and gently squeezes. “What color, Kas—”

  “White. They’re white,” I answer breathlessly. I dare to open my eyes to see his reaction. I wish I was wearing something sexier like black or scarlet red. When I do, his vision takes my breath. Kneeling below me, he looks like a god. His eyes glare with lust; I want his full lips to brazenly p
ress against my center. Oh God, what’s wrong with me? I never had these sinful thoughts when I was with Steven.

  “And what am I going to find? Are you wet, thinking about what I plan on doing to you?”

  Oh heavens above.

  No one has ever asked me this before, nor have I ever considered myself wet. I’m quickly embarrassed at the soaked sensation I feel between my legs, knowing he’s going to find exactly what he expects.

  By the look in my eyes, I know he has his answer. He breaks our connection and starts dragging the thin material down my hips, down my thighs, until he has me stepping out of my underwear. My legs have begun to shake and I’m surprised I don’t collapse right to the floor. Once completely removed, Creed stands, bringing my saturated panties into view. I watch as his thumb brushes against the fabric, a look of satisfaction on his face.

  “I’m tempted to suck on these to see how you taste. But I won’t ruin it. I’ll have to taste your cunt myself and find out.”

  Okay what?

  My lips part.

  Those words are too bold for me. I’m not used to being talked to so shamelessly. I’m about to tell him to watch his tongue when he steps out of my line of vision and stands to my side. Confused, I realize it’s because we’re at my floor. The elevator doors open and he grabs my hand as we pass an older couple waiting to get on.

  “Room number?” he asks, as normal as asking about the weather, and I reply with “Fourteen-twenty-two,” as if telling him it’s sunny with a chance of rain.

  We walk the rest of the way in silence until he reaches out for my key and unlocks my door. It’s when the door closes behind us that the panic sets in again.

  “Creed, I’m not sure this is a good idea. I mean, yeah I want revenge, but I’m not sure this is the way. Plus, we barely know each other.”

  He turns, stopping me from following him further into my hotel room. His eyes are blazing and I worry I may have gotten myself into a situation that won’t be as easy to get out of. “I know you’re probably mad that I led you on, but…”

  My words drop off as he eliminates the space between us. I want to demand he stop, not get any closer, but the way his broad shoulders move in his suit jacket, the way his toned chest peeks through the unbuttoned top of his crisp white shirt, my mouth fails me. The words lodge in my throat as I stare at how ridiculously attractive he is. “Maybe… we should just go back down…”

  I’m silenced once again as his frame towers over mine. He lifts his hand, brushing his knuckles along my cheek. “What is it you’re really afraid of?” he asks, his hand roaming down my face, caressing the bare skin around my neck. “Are you afraid you might enjoy a night of passion? Let go and know what it really feels like to be completely consumed and eaten whole?”

  My skin’s ablaze. The mere thought of his tongue all over me, inside me. His hands, his…

  “Tell me what it is that you want, Kasey. No attachments. Just sex between two consenting adults. It’s obvious we both want each other. Can you deny that?”

  At this point, it would be silly to deny that I want him. My body has already given me away. I’m practically purring and licking my lips.

  “I know you need this. The release. The touch of my hands on you. The filthy words I’m going to whisper while I devour and mark every part of your pure skin. I know I’ll leave you sated and completely over my brother. What you do with that afterward is up to you. I won’t tell a soul. But damn if I won’t ever forget.”

  Oh hell.

  My knees begin to buckle right then and there. Did I just swoon? Knocked off my feet by his words? Not sure offering to fuck me into next week is considered either one, who knows, but I can’t take it anymore. I’ve never been talked to like this. Felt so sought after. Not even when times were good with Steven. Creed’s words make me feel wanted. Sexy. That no matter my experience, he can take me to places I’ve only read about.

  Before I hit the floor, Creed’s arms are around me and I’m being carried to the bed.

  “If I put you down, can you stand?” I nod, now feeling silly. He drops my feet and holds onto me while the front of my body slides down his hard chest. “Tell me to go, or tell me to stay. It’s that simple.”

  But is it? What about the consequences? The regret? What about the pleasure, the satisfaction? I have one side telling me to send him on his way. Be smart. And the other side demanding he stay and make good on all those promises.

  Live, Kasey. Be bold. Take chances.

  My mouth starts working before my brain has time to catch up and “Stay,” filters from my lips.

  He pulls me to him, our bodies crashing together. Before his lips hit mine, I raise my hand, pressing against his chest. “Wait… Before we do anything, I have to confess something.”

  Creed pulls away getting a good look at me. “All right. What is it.” Now that I opened this can of worms, I regret it. But I fear him finding out later and disappointing him. At least if I tell him now, he has the opportunity to back out. “Well?”

  “I’m… I’m not very experienced with all this.” I know my face is turning a dark shade of red. His eyes are registering my admission and I see the small smile creeping on his face.

  “What do you mean, ‘not experienced’? You’ve fucked before, haven’t you?”

  Of course he goes for the throat here. It takes me a few seconds to build up the courage. I take a deep breath and go for it. “I’ve only had sex with one person. And well… that wasn’t really all that great, either. I’ve never done certain things. Had things done to me. I… I just don’t think you’ll find enjoyment in having sex with me.” Okay, I said it. Now I want to crawl in a hole and live out the remainder of my days in hiding.

  “Kasey, open your eyes.”

  I hadn’t realized I even shut them. I open them but refuse to make any eye contact. “You think I’m a waste of time, don’t you? You can run out now. I won’t hold it against you.”

  Creed grabs my chin, squeezing, and forcing my eyes to his. I’m nervous he’s upset that I led him on until he speaks. “My brother’s a fucking idiot for taking advantage of you. I’m not your hero in all this, either, but I sure as hell will take this sexy body to a breaking point and enjoy every single inch of you, unlike my brother.”

  So much for romantics.

  He must notice the change in my expression when he continues, “Do you understand? I’m not the good guy here, Kasey. This won’t lead to anything but complete satisfaction. When we’re done, I’m gone. Like I said, no attachments. Fuck, I can’t even promise I’ll be gentle with you.”

  Oh Jesus, what did I get myself into?

  “Still want me to stay?”

  Live, Kasey. Be bold. Take chances.

  “Yes.”

  And with one word, I know there’s no turning back.

  Creed brings his hands to my hip and grips me tightly. Pulling my pelvis up against his body, I feel his hard length through his slacks. Startling me, he whips me around, my back hitting his front. Moving a hand, he works his open palm in front, caressing my upper thigh. His touch is gentle and slow until he grabs my thigh and squeezes. A small whimper falls from my parted lips, his fingers digging into the inside of my thigh. With his high position, with just a flick of his finger, he would touch my sex.

  “These clothes fucking piss me off. I need them off you.” His voice is low.

  I open my mouth to tell him I can remove them when, “Oh!” I squeal. And the zipper to my skirt is down and he’s tearing the material down my legs. I turn my head to see if there’s any damage to Amy’s poor skirt, when he grabs me low on my hips, and uses his fingers to spread my butt cheeks apart.

  “Oh, my God, what are you…” I bite my tongue as his face presses in between my cheeks. With no underwear as a barrier, his tongue quickly begins working the back of my sex.

  “You sure you’re as innocent as you claim? You’re pretty fucking wet for someone who doesn’t know anything about sex. Sweet as fuck, too.” He do
esn’t allow me a break to respond. He’s lapping at my sex, his fingers still digging into my flesh.

  I’m crimson in color at his bold words. How embarrassing of me to react in such a way. I turn to apologize when his large hand reaches up and lands on my lower back, pushing me forward. I’m still in my heels so I fall forward, reaching out for the bed and catching myself. Feeling so exposed with my ass in the air, he licks my sensitive spot from behind. He gets more aggressive, causing my breasts to rub back and forth against the mattress.

  I’m so ashamed at how easy it was for him to get me like this. I’m even more ashamed at the fire in my belly, at how erotic being in this position feels. Creed must realize it because he works my sex harder, taking one of my lips into his mouth and biting.

  “Oh, God,” I moan unexpectedly at the rough assault.

  If I thought what he was doing was already too much, when he shoves a thick finger up inside me, I confirm this is definitely a bad idea. He’s going to be too much for me. This is already too much. I moan and pant, aching to squeeze my breast, but if I let go of the bed, he will most certainly push me over.

  “You’re a giving little thing, aren’t you,” he grunts, licking, thrusting, biting. “Soaking my tongue, and squeezing that sweet little cunt around my finger.” He shoves another finger inside and I know I can’t take anymore.

  “Please…” I pant. I need him to stop. I can’t take any more of what he wants to offer. But with each panting plea, he shoves his fingers deeper, his tongue laps faster.

  “Fuck, you’re like a kitten, purring for more. Your cunt is perfect.”

  “Please…” Again, I moan, meeting his thrusts this time. Again and again.

  “That’s it, Kitten. There’s no stoppin’ now.” He adds a third finger.

  Dammit, he’s right. I’m too far gone to turn back now. I feel my stomach tighten with need, every nerve ending in my body preparing for an explosion. Once, twice, on the third powerful dive inside me, I break. My sex clenches around his fingers, squeezing as my orgasm rips through me.