Page 70 of Red Fire

“You taste good, Octavia. Like honey and mountain dew.”

Mountain dew? I’m not sure how that even tastes, but I don’t care; I’ll take it. It sounds like he is enjoying it, at any rate.

I grab onto his shoulders and squeeze, holding him tightly. My back arches, and I moan as he continues to work his magic down there. Each lick, nibble, and suckle sends a jolt of pleasure throughout my body.

I’m panting, my fingers digging into him. My eyes are wide. Creed continues his assault on my sensitive nub, and I feel the pressure building deep within me.

Holy shit. It’s good. So good.

Then he puts one of my legs over his shoulder. “Hold on tight, beautiful,” he says before plunging his tongue into my heat.

I cry out when he does it a second time before licking my clit again. Creed puts his finger inside me. He is big everywhere, even his hands. In and out. I cry out with every thrust of his finger. His mouth is back on my clit. He alternates between licking and sucking me there.

Sucking? Who knew it was a thing for a woman? It is! By now, I’m shaking. I’m close. Nearly there. I feel the tightening in my belly, my skin, my inner core. I tear my hands away from Creed’s shoulders to grab onto the shower wall instead.

I’m gasping and panting and making other noises, too. I seize up as my orgasm hits. My toes curl, my back arches, and my body tenses as it hits me like a freight train.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I cry out his name. I’m sure I say it more than once. I can feel Creed’s fingers still inside me, two or three, but I can’t be sure. His mouth is still working my clit like a pro. The pleasure is almost too much, but at the same time, I realize that I am holding his head and rocking into his face. That I’m pulling him closer and demanding more, demanding everything. I’m not being gentle about it either.

Crap!

I force myself to ease off him. I don’t want to hurt the poor guy after he just took several beatings for me, the last one to his face.

Finally, the waves of pleasure begin to subside, and I collapse against Creed, my legs still shaking. He stands, wrapping his arms around me, holding me for a few moments until I catch my breath.

“My turn to wash you,” I tell him in a husky voice that is full of promise.

Creed shakes his head. He squeezes some shower gel into his hand and starts washing himself. I’ve never seen anyone clean themselves so fast.

“Why not? I would love to return the favor.” I look down at his very hard member. “He looks like he wants me to.”

“I need to get to the store,” Creed growls.

“Are you that hungry?” Again, disappointment hits hard. Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong?

“Seriously fucking hungry.” He leans in and brushes a kiss over my lips. “But not just for food. I need to get condoms.” He steps out from under the shower. “I want to come deep inside you, Octavia.”

Say what? My heart starts to beat, and my core tightens like my orgasm never happened.

He grabs a towel. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t get dressed!” Then he runs out of the bathroom. He runs like his ass is on fire.

I want to come deep inside you.

I smile, touching my hand to my mouth. I think I would like that very much.

25

Creed

I toss the last of the bags into the back of the car. I’m excited to get home. I feel like a kid on Christmas day. I know that Octavia isn’t staying for good, but at least we can enjoy the next few days together. Then I’ll decide what to do with my life. For now, I need… Well, I need her and nothing much else. The world can wait for a while.

I start to open the door to my Jeep but pause for a moment. I also need to go to see my folks before they find out I’m back. When do they clean my house? It looks like it happens on the regular. They’ll be hurt if they find out I came back and didn’t go to them first. I owe them, big time. I know they will have missed me. My mother cried at my sentencing. It tore me up.

Having said that, speaking to them can wait a couple of hours; actually, it can wait until tomorrow. I’ve just turned the key in the ignition when someone knocks on my window.

I push a button to lower it.

“Creed. I thought it was you. It’s good to see you.” It’s a male. I can’t remember his name right off the bat. I did some workfor him a few months before I was sent to live in the jungle. It was one of my weekend gigs while gearing up to start my own business.