“Fuck, sugar. I’m so damn sorry.” She’s straddling me, my arms wrapped around her waist, my nose rubbing along hers. Laney’s eyes are closed, tears are shimmering around the edges. I was a fucking fool, no doubt about it, and even if it takes her years to forgive me, I’ll never stop fighting.
“You aren’t totally to blame. I know my family can be intimidating, what with you being an old man and all,” she teases.
“I’ll show you how old I am in a minute. I’ll tie you up and have you begging for mercy.” The way she tightens her hold around me and settles deeper into my lap lets me know she’s not the slightest bit afraid of that idea. Hell, she may even like it.
“I can’t wait for that to happen. I’m calling a truce. It’s been long enough. Will you forgive me for not answering you after all these months?” I pull back from her, looking at her now open and beautiful eyes. I could get lost in them.
“There’s nothing to forgive. I should be the one down on my knees, begging for your forgiveness.” She lets out a snort, giving me all the ideas that are running through her head. “Not like that, you horn dog,” I tease her.
“I’m just saying, that thing you did last time with your tongue, let’s just say my fingers have kept me busy while I replay those moments over and over again.” My girl has come out to play, and if she wants my mouth on her, then that’s what she’ll get.
“Gonna make that more than a memory. It’s going to happen every goddamn day of my life. And don’t think I won’t be tying you up one day. Felt the way your body got hot with that idea.” I don’t let her respond. Instead, I take her mouth with mine, gripping her hips, and fuck if I’m not cursing our clothes once again.
“Wait, Creed,” she breathes against my lips. I pull back, not wanting to push her too far too soon.
“You okay, sugar?”
“Yes, but this time, I want to be the one to explore.” Laney’s hands reach for the hem of my shirt while I lift my arms up. If this is what she needs, I’ll let her have her way with me, for now that is.
Ten
Laney
Never in my wildest imagination would I ever think that Creed Montgomery would allow me to take the lead. Yet here he is, naked beneath me. Well, let’s be honest, we are skin to skin. The most delicious feeling in the world is feeling Creed without a stitch of clothing on. While I was busy stripping him, Creed’s hands were pulling at my clothes along the way. When he pulled my nipple into his mouth, I thought for sure I’d be the one on my back, but he only wanted to tease me. Now, turnabout is fair play, and it’s my lips traveling from his neck, sucking along the way, hoping like hell I give him a hickey. A reminder of sorts to let everyone know that he’s taken, finally.
“Your mouth is going to kill me, sugar.” Creed’s hands are in my hair, not pushing or pulling me in the direction of his cock, more like he’s grounding me to him. As if he needs me as much as I need him.
“Then I must be doing a good job.” I move to his lower abdomen, my hand reaching out to wrap around his length, the tips of my fingers nowhere near touching with how thick he is.
“You do much better. I won’t be able to do that thing with my tongue you love so much because you’ll have sucked the life out of me.” I go for broke after that. My mouth moves to the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum that’s gathered there. I hum against him. His hips buck into me, and I hold on for the ride because he’s moving on instinct, and I’m not ashamed to learn what else he can show me that really sets him on fire.
My hand slides down the length of my body while Creed helps me work him up, while I find the wetness coating my core. I know the minute he sees my fingers, this game will be over. I’ll either be riding his face or riding his cock. Both sound perfect to me. I tease myself while Creed slides his cock further inside me, damn near to the back of my throat, and I’m thankful now more than ever that my gag reflex is non-existent. I purr against him, my throat vibrating around his length, while sinking two fingers inside my wet center.
“Fuck, Laney.” He sits up, his abs now in my viewing pleasure as I watch them ripple with the way his body is moving.