I shrugged. “Recently, I’ve had quite a few of them since someone keeps turning me on, and then leaving.”
“So when I leave”—he groaned low in his throat—“you come in here and…”
“Shove a toy up my ass and wish it was you? Yes.” My face burned. It had to be red as a tomato, but Creed needed to know the deal—what I really desired.
Creed dropped to his knees in front of me and laid his forearms across my thighs, then put his hands on my stomach right under my shirt. “One day, that’s going to be my cock in your ass instead. And I’m going to make it so good, you’ll never want to use that toy again.” He pushed my shirt up a little. “Unless it’s me who’s using it on you.”
His words conjured a vivid image of me vulnerable and spread out on my bed before him. Between the lunchtime visits, the fruit delivery with the cheesy card, his consideration for Jakey and his feelings, and our dinner tonight, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he’d make it the best experience of my life.
“Logan, where’d you go?” he whispered before running his tongue around my belly button. I was surprised to find myself lying back on the bed. “Judging by this”—he ran his hand across the bulge in my pants—“you were thinking about me playing with your ass.” He blew around where his tongue had been, causing my skin to goosebump, then moved to the button of my jeans. “Is that what you were thinking about, baby? Do you like the idea of me working your dildo in and out of your tight hole while I choke on your cock?”
“Jesus, Creed,” I said, panting. If his words affected me like this, how would it feel when he did it?
“I’m always going to take such good care of you, Logan. When we’re alone like this, you’re not going to be able to think about anything else”—he pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles—“but my hands stroking your sexy body and my mouth licking and sucking you.”
When he moaned, I lifted my head to look down my body. He was staring at my dick like a starving man. He lifted his gaze to mine. “Time for dessert.” The feel of Creed’s wet mouth encircling my hard length almost made me come. Vaguely I realized that any insecurity I may have had that he wasn’t totally comfortable with the male organ disappeared. Creed sucked dick like it was his favorite pastime. He slobbered and bobbed his head without restraint, moaning each time he got me a little deeper. I fought to keep my orgasm at bay, but it had been so long since anyone had touched me that when I felt his fingers gently circle my hole, I shot down his throat.
Reality returned to me slowly as Creed urged me up to lay comfortably on my bed. He must have pulled my pants all the way off because I was bare from the waist down. Creed settled in next to me, propped up on his elbow. “You really are a big boy. I know I sucked you dry, and that thing is still a monster,” he said, tipping his head toward my flaccid cock where it lay on my thigh.
I huffed out a strangled laugh. “Stop.”
Creed leaned in and kissed me. The taste of my cum in his mouth reminded me that I hadn’t returned the favor. “Oh geez, Creed, let me—”
“Not tonight,” he cut me off. “The first time I come with you, I want to be balls deep. Tonight was all about spoiling you and giving you pleasure.”
I searched his beautiful blue eyes, but as usual, they were filled with sincerity. “You don’t have to keep…I don’t know, pampering me.”
He ran his tongue across my lips. “Yes, I do. And don’t think it’s totally selfless, either. I get pleasure from knowing I’m making you happy.”
“You are,” I whispered.
He smirked. “I know.” He reclined all the way against the pillow and threw one leg over mine, then stretched his arm over my stomach, under my shirt, stroking the hair on my chest. “I’ll leave soon, but I just want to hold you for a little while. Okay?”
“Yeah. That…would be really nice.”
We talked quietly, kissing in between conversations, until Creed said it was time for him to go so I could get some sleep. Before he got up, I clasped his hand in mine. “I don’t suppose you want to do something totally lame tomorrow?”
“If it’s with you, yes.”
“Even go to my parents’ house for a midday dinner with me and Jakey?”
Creed’s eyes twinkled. “Really?”
I nodded.
“Oh, baby. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”
Chapter Ten
Creed
I had so lied, right to Logan’s face. I could think of about a million things I’d rather do than meet his parents. Not because I wasn’t into him, but what if they hated me? With losing his cousin, who’d been another son to them, they’d been devastated, and Logan said his mom had become overwhelming at times. The fear of not measuring up had my stomach tied in knots.
“Are you ready?” Logan asked with his hand on the doorknob. He’d texted me this morning that he was worried that his mom would scare me off. I’d reassured him that everything would be fine and resolved not to let him see my own nerves.
The door wasn’t even all the way open before an older woman of average height, ample body, and short gray hair was hustling toward us. “My boys.” She leaned down and squeezed Jakey, before patting Logan’s bicep, and then turned to me. Logan had obviously inherited her gray eyes, but where he had gone from looking upon me with fear to wonder and eventually with happiness, hers were shrewd and annoyed.
“Mom, this is Creed. Creed, this is my mom, Elena.”
I stuck my hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
She didn’t even acknowledge my hand.
Logan’s eyes widened. “Mom.”
“What?” she said mulishly.
“Creed, I’m so—”
Logan’s words cut off as the warmth of a little hand slid into mine, Logan’s eyes filled with moisture as he looked down and his mom gasped. The significance wasn’t lost on me, and my heart sped up. Trust. Smiling down at the little boy, I squeezed his hand. He grinned happily, then turned sparkling blue eyes on his uncle. “Kuncle Wogan, eat.”
Logan’s mom gasped again.
“Yeah, buddy. We’re here to have dinner with grandmom and grandpop,” he said, voice thick with emotion.
Jakey nodded and dragged me farther into the house, leaving his uncle and grandmom to follow.
The meal had been a success. Logan’s father had glanced over and then done a double-take when he saw Jakey’s hand firmly encased in mine. He’d stood right up, a slightly shorter, older version of my man, and his reception had been much warmer than his wife’s. Dinner went much smoother, but we focused primarily on Jakey. They had all argued when I stood to help clear the table after dinner, but I really wanted a chance to talk to Logan’s mother alone. “Thank you, Creed,” she said as I brought in the last serving bowl from the table.
“You’re welcome.” I picked a dish towel up off of the counter and began to dry the few pots she’d washed and put in the drainer to dry.