Winchester, you tell me right the fuck now,” I insist and he winces.
“Ouch, Rem. Full name. Not cool.”
“Stop dancing around the issue, Creek. Not cool.”
“Fine, look, him and Bryce… they had… words…” he says slowly. His face is animated enough for me to read that words means they beat the crap out of each other.
“Fuck my fucking life,” I groan.
“Come on, Rem. It’s no big thing. Guys work shit out with their fists. It’s easier that way. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he tries to persuade me, pulling me closer and starting to kiss my neck.
“That’s not fair,” I gasp as his teeth scrape across the sensitive skin.
“Don’t remember setting rules.” He chuckles before starting to kiss me again. “Let’s forget about them for a minute, and just enjoy some alone time, yeah? I’ve never had to share my wife before, I think we’re overdue some alone time.” I nod my head before tilting it back, giving him better access as his hand cups my pussy, making me groan as he applies pressure through my thin shorts.
“I love calling you my wife.” His voice is like gravel as he walks me backwards toward the bed at the far end of the room. I let him take control, basking in the feel of his kisses.
“I love hearing it, husband. So much,” I admit, fisting my fingers in his long, thick hair, bringing his mouth to mine so I can finally taste him. His big, reassuring hands slide under my tank, up my back and before I know it, I'm topless. Our chests are skin to hot skin, my nipples reveling at the feel of his hard body.
Our mouths are battling for control, tongues dueling with need when I feel his hands pushing my shorts down until they fall to the fall allowing me step out of them.
Creek pauses our kiss and takes a step back, his gaze running over every inch of my body, lighting a fire with the hunger written all over his face.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, swiftly ridding himself of his own boxer shorts.
For a brief second, we stand there, admiring each other, knowing it's the calm before the sexual storm that will take us away. And in a split second, Creek is on me. One hand on my face, directing our kiss as he pleases with his other hand on my ass pressing me to him so there's not a breath of space between us. His cock is hard against my stomach, his body instinctively pushing against me as though begging us both to get on with our show.
Picking me up by the waist, he surprises me by quickly lifting me up and throwing me onto the plush bed at our side. I bounce a couple of times as he takes his cock in hand and begins stroking, thinking, calculating the different ways he's going to take me.
Right now, I'd go for a good old-fashioned missionary but when Creek's face lights up with a wicked, and yet sweet, grin, I know I'm in trouble. The very best kind.
“On all fours, beautiful.” It takes me second to respond to his command, it's so unlike him but I like this side of new Creek, taking control all the while staying true to his nurturing nature.
My gaze falls to his cock as it stands proudly, impatiently waiting for my pussy to be open wide for it.
In one smooth move, I turn onto my hands and knees and with a playful grin of my own, I look at him over my shoulder as I spread my thighs and shimmy my ass from side to side.
I'm taunting him.
I'm teasing him.
I'm making sure that by the time his cock is inside me, his control will be nowhere around. Only passion and love. And fucking. Lots and lots of fucking.
These men. They've turned me into a fucking nympho, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
“Hmmm, such a tease, beautiful.”
“What's the matter, Creek? Can't handle a little shake of my ass?” I'm playing with fire and I know it. Not only that, I love it.
I’ve barely finished my sentence before Creek is on me. His entire body is over mine on all fours. His hands on either side of mine. His thighs parallel to mine. His cock aligned perfectly at the crease of my ass and I tremble with anticipation.
“One day, I too, will fuck that luscious ass of yours. But not today.” His voice goes from hungry to loving at a second's