𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 | 𝟏𝟖+

| 𝟑.𝟏

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"Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired."
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Warm callous fingertips grazed my cheek, making me shift under the comforter. Groaning, I turn away from the touch and curl my face into the pillow. A husky chuckle made my heart speed up, but I refused to announce my awakening.

A large body glides against mine under the blanket, arms wrapping around mine and pulling me back. I moan in tiredness. What time was it? Turning back around, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist like a koala. He smelled like pine and musk, sandalwood, and oil. Utterly him. I breathe in the earthy smell and nuzzle my nose in his neck, liking how he tilted it to give me more room to move. My hands go to pull at his strands only to find very little hair. Reeling back, I squint with sleepy eyes at the now almost buzzed-cut Creed. "This is new," I say, trailing my fingertips along his nape.

He shudders, leaning into my touch. "It is very new. You like?"

I examine the change. "It's different. I don't hate it."

"I'll take it," he mutters, kissing a path along my throat.

"What if we make a pact? I'll buzz my hair off too and we can be twins," I joke.

His breath on my skin made me squeeze his nape, goosebumps rolling along my neck and arms. "Not a chance. How else am I supposed to play with it."

His hand goes through the curly strands. I gasp as he latched a wet smooch on my sweet spot.

"Pull it." He licks up to my ear.

I shudder, my lower half slightly grinding on instinct. "As I fuck you," he finishes, wrapping my hair firmly in his grip and tugging it harshly. I moan softly, my nails digging into his neck as he suckles the skin of my neck.

"Creed."

"Let me have you?" He asks after littering the tops of my breasts with tiny bruises "let me make the most of my two weeks with you."

"Two weeks?" I mumble confused.

He sighs against my exposed nipple, having lifted my shirt—his shirt. "We have a yearly fall festival every year. It's a couple of Thursdays from now."

Dark and deceiving were the best words to describe leaking from his tone. Something was wrong—no—worse, something was worse and it was eating away at him. "Sounds like fun?" I suggest quietly.

He scoffs. "For regular civilians."

I didn't respond, wrapping my arms around his neck tighter. "You sound frustrated. And you look like you haven't slept. How's your leg?"

"I have a lot on my plate, but a big portion of it consists of you. And I can hardly feel it, the boot helps my limp at least." His forest eyes were sincere as he glared into my dull brown ones.

"Okay."

An attractive smirk replaced his sullen expression. Creed's grip on my hips goes straight to my ass, gripping handfuls. "I saw it yesterday and yet I still can't get enough." I'm flipped on my back and my shirt is pulled from my body, leaving me in a thong.  His bare chest, chiseled to perfection from all the work he does, heaves heavily as he stares at my exposed body. "I haven't had time to tattoo anyone in a while..."

"I had been meaning to ask you for some new ink." I squirm under his watchful eye. "It'll be a bigger piece. More time-consuming."

His eyes flare as he watches my finger glide across my torso. "I want a large snake, starting from under here, curling around my side and lower back."

"Done," Creed growls, peeling off his sweatpants and boxers.

My pussy was instantly slick with arousal at the sight that was caused by me. I did this to him and the thought made me wetter. Biting my lip, I graze my hand down his prominent v-line, hovering over his three black stars that lead straight to his throbbing cock. Creed carefully puts my legs back, knees touching near my shoulders, and flexes his hips. I shudder as his bulging head touched my clit, flicking it slightly. "Oh, Creed."

A carnal rumble leaves his chest as he leans down, sniffing my pooling sex before trailing kisses up my body till he reaches my lips. "My Jamie girl," he mumbles, nipping my lower lip.

I reach between us and line him up, swiping his head through my lips before putting just the tip in alone. His touch alone made me light on fire, a mix of ice and hotness consistently sweeping my brows. "Fuck me," I whimper.

Deepening his kiss, Creed thrust forward without warning, making my eyes roll back. Creed burrows his head in my neck, groaning about how good I feel. My nails dug into the flesh of his back and the underside of my knees were anchored by his broad shoulders. His pulsing dick plunged into my cunt with such gentleness. It was unlike him. But I loved it so much. "Yes—oh god, right there, Creed."

"Take it deeper, baby." He grips my neck as he kisses me deeply, our tongues caressing one another.

I mewl as he hits something deep, and the pulsing need to be a part of him grew stronger. I cry out for him silently, acutely aware of the other beings in the house. I was completely consumed by him. I could feel every sensation, every breath, every vein, and grove of his dick as it pushed in and out of me. It wasn't close enough. I grip his neck and pull him closer, wanting every inch of skin to be covered by my own. "Harder." I grip the metal headboard behind me to prevent any banging.

He sits up slightly after sucking my nipple, taking hold of my hips and bouncing me off of him. I cry out, feeling tears of pleasure leak from my hazy eyes. "Ay que rico, baby! Yes!"

"Fuck, I love when you speak Spanish," he snarls, slapping my aching clit. His fingers dug into my skin, no doubt leaving bruises to be seen tomorrow. My nipples peak, sweat lining my body as my back bows off the bed. My thong had since been taken off and now sat in his mouth as he wickedly fuck me. It felt like slow torture. Creed's thrusts were harder, more passionate, and deepened with every other stroke. The erotic noises I made were porn worthy, but I had lost all embarrassment the moment he fucked me in the shed. "Justo ahí," I moan, fueling his fire.

(Right there.)

His green hues darkened and that's when I felt the knot in my stomach begin to build. I grip my breast, tugging at the jewelry making me shiver. It felt weird, but an amazing weird. Creed deepened his strokes after pressing my thighs completely to the mattress, stretching me tightly. He seethed through his teeth, cursing as he watched himself pull in and out of my pussy. "Is this mine, Jamie baby?" His thumb grazed my clit, sending a tingle down my spine.

My head thrashes. "Yes, oh Creed. I'm yours," I squeal as he hits my soft spot.

"I love you."

His thrust shortened, his body stiffening and waiting for my response. I gasp, my chest heaving in recovery. Words I didn't know I needed or wanted to hear brushed my eardrums. I could feel the rising heat cover my cheeks and ears as I return the favor. I pull him in, kiss his lips and say, "I love you too."

His smile was so vulnerable and quiet, making sharp pulses of need grace my sex. I clench, drawing him closer as he picks up his rhythm. He repeated the words over and over again like he was afraid I wouldn't hear them.

"I love you, Jamie baby," he groans, spilling into me.

I grip him close, my lips opened in a silent scream as I tip over the edge. My body shudders, giving in to him like second nature. "I love you."