Creed (The Marquette Family Book One) Page 6

  “We’re not exactly lovers. This is a one-time thing.”

  “And if I want more?”

  “Whoa. Wait, didn’t you say we’re not going for a relationship?” She held up her hands as butterflies fluttered in her belly. “I’m not in the market for a boyfriend right now.”

  “That surprises me.”

  She frowned. “Why’s that?”

  He shrugged and reached across to touch her lips with a fingertip. The man had an obsession with her mouth. Not that she minded.

  “Something about you. But you’re right. I don’t want permanent attachments other than what I’ve planned for.”

  “Planned for?”

  “Never mind. I’m not asking you to stay with me, Shada. I want your body. You’re very beautiful.”

  She smiled and lowered her lashes. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Plus you owe me.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I get to see that luscious body naked. You’ll stand before me so I can have my fill of looking at you.”

  “Oh, I will, will I?”

  “Definitely.” He reached out again, but this time, he flicked her nipple through her blouse. The tiny peak pebbled at his touch, and she squeezed her legs together. She didn’t like the knowing expression on his face and told him so. But no matter how much sarcasm dripped from her lips and how much she teased him about the last time she saw him naked, Creed’s amusement only increased.

  “You don’t care what I say, do you?” she demanded.

  “Baby, all I want you to say to me is yes. And you will say it, all night.”

  Chapter Six

  Shada had expected Creed to take her to a hotel, especially with him just as new to the city as she was. When they pulled up to the house on about three acres of land, she blinked in surprise. The two-story stone-exterior house wasn’t exactly a mansion, but the quality of the structure, with a wrought-iron fence that opened with a remote, came through loud and clear.

  “You moved fast,” she commented, but Creed said nothing as they drew to a stop in the wide driveway.

  She followed him inside and paused in the foyer, gasping at the marble floors, the winding staircase, and the high archways leading off into various rooms. Was it lame for her to gawk? She wasn’t sure, but her mouth fell open and her eyes widened all the same. This was how the rich lived, or maybe it was the way they slummed. The house probably didn’t have more than four bedrooms or so, when she had imagined Creed’s house to have no less than ten.

  She glanced over at him as he shut the front door. “This place is—”

  Creed lay a hand at her nape and slid it around to her throat. He moved up close behind her and pushed the other hand between her legs. A rough squeeze had her moaning and her lashes fluttering downward.

  His deep voice sounded in her ear. “Forget the house.”

  He devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss and thrust his tongue inside to steal her breath. Through her pants, he rubbed at her clit until it swelled toward his finger.

  Somehow she managed to free her mouth and turned her head. “C-Creed, I have to call home.”

  He released her with reluctance. She fumbled in her purse for her cell phone. Talk about aggressive—the man was ready to eat her up just like he said he would, and she was all for it. Why she had thought Creed to be a gentle man, she didn’t know. Sure, she’d seen his kindness, but he was strong, and he often fought a temper. Right now, she thought he might tear off her clothes if she didn’t get naked fast enough. Just the idea made her wetter.

  “Hey, Marisa,” she said when her sister answered. “It’s me, sweetie. I’m going to be a little late tonight.”

  As she spoke, she watched Creed walk to the hall table and remove the keys from his pocket. He tossed them on the table and pivoted to face her. In one long stride, he reached her side again, nabbed the phone from her fingers, and spoke into it.

  “Marisa? Creed. Are you okay?” he asked. “Need anything?”

  “I’m fine, thanks,” Shada heard her sister say.

  “Good. She’ll see you in the morning,” Creed said. He tapped the disconnect button just as Shada was about to protest and tossed the phone beside the keys.

  Shada frowned and put her hands on her hips. “Seriously, Creed, I could have talked to her. You didn’t need to handle it.”

  He backed her up until she bumped the door, and he pressed a leg between hers. When he raised it, his hard thigh brushed her pussy, and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. Creed lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her silly. He raised his head but didn’t move far. “When I say I want to be inside you now,” he whispered against her lips, “I mean it.”

  “Creed.”

  He snapped the button off her pants with one hand and lowered the zipper. Her gasp turned into a groan when he reached inside her pants, past her panties, and skimmed her clit. Creed’s impatience didn’t allow him to stay there long. He pushed lower until he parted her folds and eased fingers inside her pussy. Shada cried out. She grabbed onto his shoulders and dropped her forehead against his chest.

  “Creed,” she begged, but he ignored her desperate pleas as he stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy. “Fuck it, I’m going to come!”

  “Yes, you are, right now.” His command didn’t depend on him ordering her around, but he raised her off her feet and held her against him. The man’s strength knew no bounds as he held her up while he worked her pussy. She writhed and screamed, wishing she could arch into his thrust. Creed controlled all her movements while bringing her to the edge of sanity.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  Confused, she struggled, and Creed stilled the movements of his hand.

  “No, don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Look at me, Shada. Keep your eyes open while you come.”

  “I can’t. I’ve never been able to do that.”

  She put her head on his shoulder and peered at him through heavy lids. Creed licked her lower lip, and she mewled and shut her eyes. He withdrew.

  “What are you doing?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I told you to watch while I bring you to orgasm. It gets me off.”

  “You mean you’re a control freak.”

  He squeezed her pussy hard, his fingers moist with her come. She squirmed in his hold, but he didn’t let her loose. Arching into his touch, she managed to get his fingers to sink into her heat, but Creed took them away again.

  “Okay, okay, whatever you want,” she said. “Just let me come.”

  “You’ll come, as much as you want.”

  She nodded, and he pulled his hand out of her pants. With swift movements, he shed her clothing. Not even pausing to be careful, he yanked her pants down her legs and ripped her panties to scraps. She followed suit and tore at her blouse. Tomorrow, she might regret ripping one of the blouses she wore to work, but who the hell cared right now?

  When she wore not a stitch of clothing, Creed picked her up, a hand at either hip, and all but tossed her over his shoulder. They wound up in the living room, and she landed on her back on the couch, with Creed kneeling between her legs. He lapped at her juices as if he had tasted nothing better. Her orgasm rose toward the surface again. This time, she cupped his head in both hands and pushed up to his face, groaning and encouraging him to feast on her.

  Creed wiggled his tongue as deep as he could get it into her wetness. He moaned, sending vibrations through her. When he raised one of her legs, squeezing the back of her thigh, and nibbled at her pussy lips, she shouted his name.

  Creed moved like lightning. He climbed up her body and replaced his mouth with his fingers. He massaged her clit with the pad of a thumb. Shada knew what he wanted. She gripped his arms and stared back at him. The lust, the intensity, his ragged breathing, and most of all, the feel of him playing with her clit, drove her to the place she longed to be. Her orgasm roared through her body, pulsing from her core out to her thighs and belly, seemingly all over. She ha
d never felt one this strong, and she screamed.

  Creed covered her mouth with his. He tasted of her essence, and he held her chin, hungrily kissing her. While he crushed her beneath his weight, making her feel small and feminine, he took her hand and guided it to his pants front. His cock twitched in her fingers, and Creed made her press hard. He grunted and broke their kiss.

  “Where are you going?” she teased.

  He leaned up far enough to tear off his shirt. She drank in the sight of his big chest and tanned skin, the narrow waist, and those hard thighs. Narrowing her eyes, she waited with impatience until he showed her the treasure she had seen once before and couldn’t get out of her head. Creed hopped off the couch to kick his pants and boxers away. Shada reached for his cock, so thick and long. She curled her fingers around it and would have taken it into her mouth, but he pushed her back.

  “No.”

  “But I know you like it. What man doesn’t?”

  “I’m coming inside you, not in your mouth.”

  She gaped. “Um…”

  “I don’t mean it like that.” He found a condom in his wallet and snapped it on with impatient fingers. Creed sat down on the couch and drew her onto his lap, facing him. “Are you ready?”

  “You can’t imagine how much.”

  He raised her up but only allowed the tip of his cock to pierce her. She tried to drop down, but she was no match for his strength or control.

  “Creed!”

  “Look at me.”

  She did.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you have a problem with that?”

  If she did, would he not do it? No sense finding out right now, because she wanted it so much, as hard and rough as she could stand it. Her previous lovers except for one had been too soft, too hesitant, and frankly unable to keeping it going as long as she liked. Would Creed be different? From the little she had experienced so far, something told her he would.

  Still, he hesitated. “You’ll say dragon if you want me to stop.”

  She blinked. “Dragon?”

  “Yes, because you will scream my name.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and gave a small tug. Her head went back, and he nipped the skin at the base of her throat. “I’m going to go rough and fast. Even after I come, I tend to stay hard for a while, and my need stays strong. If you can take it, I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

  Shada laid her hands on his shoulders. “Dragon. I got it. I’m ready for everything you’ve got to give me.”

  Creed brought her down on his cock. Eyes closed, head back, she clenched her teeth as he sank deep into her pussy. Every inch fit inside, but his thickness stretched her walls so good. She murmured her pleasure and ground her hips against him. He hissed between his teeth. When they were one, Creed took her in a firm grip on either side and arched his hips until his cock slid out a short way. Then he slammed it deep. Startled, she cried out, thinking he’d go too far and hurt her.

  The man knew what he was doing.

  He wound an arm about her waist and pounded up into her pussy. She screamed his name, holding on, pleading for him not to stop. Their bodies crashed together again and again. She heard the slick, wet sounds of her juices coating his cock each time he slid in, and it drove her lust higher.

  Creed’s thrusts were fast, but they were nothing she couldn’t handle. He loosened his hold and let her lean back. Her lover buried his face between her breasts. He kissed the hot skin in the valley between her peaks and moved to a nipple. Her pussy clenched at the first sting of him sucking so hard. She reached between them and stroked her clit with expert fingers. Creed switched to the other nipple, and she whimpered as another orgasm began to build.

  He popped her off his lap and set her on her knees. A swift smack to her ass cheek had her moaning, and he rubbed away the sting. “Arch your back,” he ordered.

  She did, and he smacked her ass again. How she loved to be spanked. “Yes!”

  “Deeper,” he demanded. “I want that pussy open to me. I want to see your come dripping down.”

  She stretched forward a bit, like a happy little kitten, and pushed her ass in the air. Creed grasped her hips and plugged her pussy full of his shaft. Her mind spun. She couldn’t get enough. He jerked her backward and aligned his thighs with hers. Slowly, he began a pump into her heat, as if he judged how deep to go. His pace increased a little at a time. After a few moments, he began to pound into her. She thrilled at the sound of their bodies slapping together, his grunts, and the slight ache caused by his invasion. Her senses went wild. The pleasure of him pumping so hard drove her straight to another orgasm.

  Creed leaned over her back, kissed her, and nibbled her skin. He licked until she trembled. Just the feel of him curved along her body made her want to mewl. He flattened a hand on her belly, and she felt him jerk and moan. The curse he bit off between clenched teeth told her he was ready to reach his release, but he pulled out.

  “Creed?”

  “Turn over, Shada.”

  She did and lay on her back. Creed raised her legs and dragged her to him. He ground his cock into her pussy until she was filled to capacity. A few quick pumps, and he held her chin in place, leaned over her, and met her gaze. Shada stared into his eyes. The green of his irises darkened.

  “Shada, your pussy feels so good. I’m going to come in you.”

  “Yes! Do it, Creed. I want all of you.”

  He came, his hips jerking, his mouth seeking, and his hands squeezing her breasts. When he was done, he slid his cock free of her and stood up. Sore, Shada started to sit up, but Creed raised her into his arms.

  “What are you doing, Creed?” She protested and tried to get down, but his hold tightened, and he walked out of the living room with her. He didn’t let her go until he had dumped her in his bed and joined her. Creed had covered his bed with pristine white sheets and a matching white comforter. The A/C blasted, chilling the air, so she loved snuggling beneath the covers.

  He nuzzled her from behind but then moved away, and she heard the snap of the condom coming off. A drawer opened, and a package rattled. This man’s sex drive was unbelievable. A thrill raced through Shada’s body.

  She peered over her shoulder at him. “You want it again?”

  He reached for her and drew her back to his chest, a hand snaking around her waist. “You have no idea.”

  Chapter Seven

  Shada checked her phone. No calls. She started to dial Marisa’s number but then remembered her sister wouldn’t be up at this time. Shada shouldn’t have risen either, after the night she had with Creed. Every muscle hurt, and her pussy needed vacation time. She’d loved every minute of sex with Creed, though. How did that man even learn how to pleasure a woman the way he had her? Or was it that they were a good match? He went wild in bed. He became so authoritative. She loved how he had given her a safe word even though she found no need to use it. No one had ever done that before, because they had never taken her hard enough. She had always wanted it that way, but every time she had risked telling a lover what she wanted, she was doomed to disappointment. Not only did Creed like it rough too, he exceled at making her feel good and giving her just enough pain to give her multiple orgasms.

  Now, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, she was starving. She didn’t have her car, so she couldn’t leave, and she had no idea what Creed’s address was to call a taxi. As she saw it, he owed her breakfast, and she was going to collect on her own.

  She laughed at her reasoning as she located the kitchen and found a modern layout that looked like something straight from a magazine. Forget the house, he’d said. She could only dream of having something this nice. The stainless-steel double-door refrigerator beckoned, and she crossed the kitchen to see what Creed had to offer. With any luck, he wasn’t the kind of bachelor who had nothing but sour milk and moldy bread in there.

  To Shada’s delight, she found the fridge stocked, and she removed peppers, onions, eggs, cheese, sausage, and rolls fro
m the freezer side. After she got the stove on the island going, frying the sausage, she started on chopping the veggies. Creed strode in just as she slid the pan of rolls into the oven. “I hope it’s okay that I’m cooking. I’m hungry.”

  His hair stood up all over his head. She’d never seen him look so sexy. “It’s fine.” Creed’s gaze lowered to her breasts and then her legs. “Is that my shirt?”

  “Well, you did tear my clothes off.”

  “I think you were the one who popped your buttons.”

  “Whatever. I couldn’t come down here naked.”

  “I don’t mind.” He reached for her, but she smacked his hand.

  “I’m cooking. Don’t bother me.”

  He grunted.

  Shada prepared two plates of food. “Do you want some?”

  He smirked and took a seat on one of the stools at the end of the island. He had dressed in a pair of shorts, and from the way his cock was being defined by the fabric, she guessed he had bypassed boxers. Being shirtless, he gave her an enjoyable view of his chest and abs. No man was built as perfectly.

  Creed grabbed a roll when they came out of the oven, and she tried to smack his hand. He caught her wrist and dragged her to him. He kissed her lips and then bit into the roll. “I like honey on it.”

  His gaze traveled over her form, and Shada smirked. “Are you talking about the roll or me?”

  A light danced in his gaze. “I might like to try both.”

  “Down, boy. I told you I’m hungry. I will fight you for food.”

  He laughed and spanked her ass as she escaped his hold to return to the meal. When they sat down to eat, she studied him, waiting for his reaction to her cooking. His deep moans had her recalling their pleasure from the night before. Creed ate with relish and heaped loads of eggs onto his plate. He cleared half the pan of biscuits, all of them covered with honey.

  “How the heck do you stay in shape, eating like that?” she demanded.

  “A little of what we did last night.”

  “A little,” she repeated.