by Meghan March
Holly leans in and up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck, but continues to two-step. I’m proud that I’ve got the rhythm down well enough to lead at this point. But what she says next has me almost tripping over my feet.
“The giant butt plug in my ass says you don’t need to lift your ban because you’re going to be conquering new territory tonight.”
Oh, fuck it. I sweep Holly off her feet and up into my arms. Several of the couples on the dance floor stop and the band quiets.
“Nothing to see here, folks. Just a man crazy in love with his bride.”
And with that, I walk off the dance floor with Holly laughing against my chest.
“You’re a menace,” I say as I fight to keep the car on the road while Holly’s clever little fingers work the buttons of my jeans.
“You announce to the whole damn town that you’re crazy in love with your new bride, and you don’t think you deserve road head for that? You’re something else, Crey.” Her hand slips inside my pants and closes around my dick.
“Jesus, woman.”
I groan as she squeezes and pumps my cock. When she leans over the center console and the perfect heat of her mouth closes around the head, I breathe out her name.
She lifts up. “Just get us there in one piece, Crey. That’s your job.”
I don’t look down, because if I do, there’s a chance I won’t be able to keep the car on the road. She wraps her fist around the base, and the flat of her tongue slicks up the bottom before she decides that mid-travel deep-throating is a good idea.
I white-knuckle the steering wheel and swallow back my groans. The woman is a cock-sucking goddess, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. Stroke after stroke with her tongue and the tight clasp of her lips wrapped around my shaft bring me close to the brink just before I flip on the turn signal to pull into the drive.
I debate whether I want to let go and come in her mouth, and then decide that if I’m going to be slipping inside that tight little ass of hers for the first time, maybe it’s the practical thing to do.
Logic. Sure, let’s call it that.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You ready for that?”
I slow the car to a stop in the driveway and slam it into PARK. Releasing the steering wheel, I bury my hands in Holly’s hair. I feel her head bob, and I don’t know if she’s nodding that she’s ready or if it’s just her exuberant sucking. I open my mouth to ask again, but her hand cups my balls, and I lose my fucking mind.
“Holly—fuuuck.”
The orgasm rips out of my balls and down her throat. Jesus Fucking Christ. This woman.
She sucks another stroke, cleaning me up, and I can’t help but marvel at her. When she lifts her head, I brush her hair out of her face.
“You’re amazing. And you’re all fucking mine.”
Her smile is sweet and beautiful, and I can’t wait to get her upstairs. I rip open my door, round the hood, yank open hers, and reach inside. She squeals when I pull her out and toss her over my shoulder.
“Jesus, Crey. Did you even zip your jeans?”
I look down and become conscious of the draft that’s very quickly freezing my dick. I shove my shit inside my pants. “No. Don’t fucking care.”
I stalk toward the door and then remember that I need keys. But Holly is already holding them out awkwardly around one side of my neck. I grab them from her.
“Good woman,” I grunt out.
“You’re just feeling good because you got a blow job in the car, and now you’re going to brown town.” She’s giggling, and it’s fucking contagious.
A deep chuckle works its way out of my lungs, and I can’t remember laughing this hard in years. “God, you’re good for me.”
“And don’t you forget it.” She slaps my ass as I shove the key in the lock and open the door.
“Impossible.”
The sound of Crey’s laugh, coming easily and because of me, is up there on my list of favorite sounds. For some reason, it gives me the same kind of butterflies that hearing the host of Country Dreams announce my name as a finalist gave me. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m about to lose my anal virginity to something that’s not silicone.
He heads straight for the stairs and jogs up them, holding me with one hand so I don’t bounce with each step.
“Eager?” I ask, unable to hide the smile in my voice.
“When it comes to you, I’m always eager, Holly. That’s something that’s never going to change.”
When he says things like that, my heart expands. He’s utterly convinced of the fact that we have a future together, and it’s impossible not to believe in his conviction.
He carefully lowers me to the bed, and I have to smother a giggle of my own. His pants are barely half-zipped, and they’re not covering the important parts.
“You could’ve taken the time to zip up, you know.”
He cups my chin and tilts my head up to face him, pulling my gaze away from his crotch.
“Holly, when you told me that you had a butt plug up that sweet little ass of yours, I stopped caring about making sure my pants were zipped, because my dick knows exactly where it wants to be—and it’s not in my pants.”
“Oh my God, did you really just say that?” Sometimes his bluntness is more than I’m prepared for.
“It’s the truth. And you’re the one taunting me with the promise of that gorgeous ass.”
I can’t argue with that. “Still, you’re crazy.”
He stares down at me, his dark eyes flashing. “You make me crazy, woman. About you.”
My giggle dies, and I swallow. “Is this for real?”
I can’t hold the question back. I expect Crey to answer with a question of his own, like, Is what for real? But he doesn’t.
“As real as it fucking gets, Holly. That’s what I’m trying to show you. This. Us. It’s as real as it fucking gets.”
Creighton leans down and brushes his lips across mine, and I can’t help but smile into his kiss. Who smiles into a kiss? Me, but only when I’m kissing this man.
He slants his mouth across mine, taking advantage of my parted lips, and his tongue dips inside, teasing and tasting. My hands skim up his sides of their own volition, trailing over the planes of muscles. Every inch of him is damn near perfect, right down to that dirty-talking mouth I can’t get enough of.
When he finally pulls away, his eyes tell me everything he’s thinking and feeling. Warmth spreads through me . . . and that’s when it happens.
The words.
They bubble up, and I can’t stop them. There’s no holding them back.
“I love you, Crey.”
His eyes, already soft, go even softer. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to say that.”
“And I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you, period. I should say there are so many things I’d do differently in my life, but I really wouldn’t change a thing and run the risk of not ending up right here, right now, with you.”
“You’ve changed everything for me, Holly. Every fucking thing.”
I thread my hands through his hair, pull his mouth back down to mine, and kiss the ever-loving hell out of my man. Because he is mine. For the first time since we said “I do” in Vegas on New Year’s Day, I feel like Creighton Karas is really mine. Body and mind. Heart and soul.
And I love him.
Our kiss seems to go on forever, each of us consuming the other. When Crey finally lifts his head, his cock is long and hard against my belly, and I’m reminded of exactly why we’re here to begin with.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Crey pushes up to his knees and stares down at me. “Your heart and your virgin ass in one night. Jesus, Holly, I really am the luckiest fucking bastard on the planet.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Seriously. Some of your lines tonight—not even a little bit smooth.”
“I don’t need to try to be smooth with you anymore,” he says with a lopsided smile. “I can just be me.”
Something pangs in the vicinity of the heart Crey just claimed as his, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a beat. I’ve officially been slayed. The player has dropped his game, and I’ve melted into a puddle on his bed.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes, sweetheart.”
I lift up my butt and let him peel my jeans, panties, and socks off me. My arms go over my head, and he tugs my sweater, long-sleeved shirt, and tank top off.
“I see you took me seriously when I told you to dress warm,” Crey says, his tone wry.
“I’m starting to take everything you say seriously, I guess.”
“Good.” The single word carries a wealth of meaning.
I’m totally naked except for my bra, which I move to unhook, but Crey’s hand stops me.
“Let me.”
He strips me completely bare, which is probably an appropriate metaphor for what he’s done all along. A lyric hits me at the worst possible moment, and I freeze.
Shit.
It’s a good one. I can hear it.
Crey stills. “What’s wrong?”
I bite my lip and look at him with his dick popping out of his jeans, rock hard. I’m completely naked, a butt plug up my ass.
Wow, Holly, marks for inconvenient timing.
“Holly, what the hell?”
“How pissed are you going to be if I call a time-out?”
Crey’s eyes go wide. “A time-out?” The words come out slow and unsure. “What does that mean?”
I worry my lip between my teeth. “I need to write something down quick before I forget it.”
I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s not a brilliant smile, belly laugh, and Crey’s head shaking.
“This is what I get for falling in love with a creative genius.” He leans across the bed to grab the journal he bought me and holds it out.
I’m still reeling over the falling in love with a creative genius comment when he flips open the cover to reveal the pen clipped inside. I sit up, take the journal, and tug the pen out. Balancing it on my knee, I pause before I start writing. It almost seems like a crime to write in a journal so beautiful.
Crey doesn’t miss my hesitation and correctly guesses the cause for it. “Sweetheart, she’s making you another half dozen of them, so don’t worry about it. Just write your lyrics.”
Another rush of love sweeps through me, and I scribble for all I’m worth. Word after word, line after line. A song takes shape faster than one ever has before. I shut out the fact that I’m naked, but I don’t shut out the fact that Crey is watching me. I pull creative energy from his presence, and it fuels me on.
I don’t know if it’s been five or fifteen or fifty minutes when I look up, but I suspect it’s somewhere closer to my middle guess. If I’m right, I’ve never written a complete song so fast in my life. And it’s a damn good song too.
The sight that greets me when I look up is also a complete shock—Crey, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes intent on me.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I stumble over my words, not because I’m the type to stutter, but because I’m so freaking shocked to see him jacking off to the sight of my naked songwriting.
“That was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. And if you don’t want me in your ass in the next five minutes, I’m going to be jacking myself off all over those lush tits of yours. Which, by the way, bounce a whole fuck of a lot while you’re humming to yourself and scribbling away. If I hadn’t just come down your throat, I might’ve accidentally shot my load all over your bed.”
Oh my God. My shock at his words must show on my face because he keeps talking.
“I can’t help that you’re so fucking sexy, Holly. That’s on you, my beautiful wife. So, what’s it going to be?”
I try and fail at smothering my smile, because he’s such a damn man. My skin prickles with nervous energy as I consider what we’re about to do. I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment since the first time Crey introduced me to the forbidden pleasures of my no-go zone.
Setting the journal aside, I meet his gaze. “I think I’m ready.”
Crey’s eyes darken with heat. “Good girl. Now come here. I want you.”
I scoot across the bed toward him until I’m within reach. “How do you want me?”
“So perfect.” His hands wrap around my waist and he turns me around so I’m on my knees, ass facing him. He trails the fingers of one hand up my spine. “I had some kind of crazy luck guiding me on Christmas Eve . . . I can’t imagine having missed you that night. It would’ve been the biggest loss of my life, and I never would’ve had any idea what I’d missed out on.”
He’s already slayed me tonight with his words once, and I’m not sure I can handle more sweet Crey. It’s a side of him I never expected.
“I’ll never understand how it worked out the way it did, but I’m not about to question fate.”
His fingertips skate back down, tracing the same path, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I never believed in fate until I met you. Now there’s no way I’d believe this was anything but.”
Shivers ripple through me, and I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensations—give myself over to Crey.
“Are you sure you want this? Because if you’re not ready, I’m not going to push this on you.” He pauses on the base of my spine, right above the crack of my ass.
I nod, but realize that it’s just as important for me to say the words as it is for him to hear them. “I’m ready. I want you. I want this to be yours.”
“If it ever gets to be too much, all you have to say is stop.”
“I trust you.”
He rises. “Now, where’s the lube you secreted away in your bag with that sexy plug?”
“Bathroom counter.”
I peek over my shoulder in time to catch his smile as he turns to head to the tiny bathroom.
When he comes back into the bedroom, he has the lube in one hand, and he’s completely naked.
“I guess you really are eager,” I say.
“When I’m about to sink into that perfect ass of yours? Even more so.”
The ass in question bounces with my laughter.
“Then you better get over here and get to it.”
My words are cocky and bold, but inside I’m fighting back tiny shivers of fear. It’s not that I don’t want to do this—I do. But there’s something about the unknown, and I’m a little terrified that I won’t like it, which will disappoint him. It’s the same old self-doubt creeping up and chipping away at my self-confidence.
Crey must see something in my expression, because he pauses beside the bed. “Holly?”
I decide that voicing my fears is the best choice here. “What if I hate it? What if it’s horrible?”
His expression falls for only a moment before the edges of his mouth curl up into a devastating smile.
“Then I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle another way.”
“Are you sure? You won’t care if I change my mind?”
The smile softens into something adoring. “Holly, all that matters is that I’m here with you, and you’re enjoying what we’re doing. If you want me to drop this lube, pull that plug out of your ass, and go find a game of Scrabble, I’ll still be the happiest guy in this whole town.”
The lump in my throat melts away, and I shake my head. “Let’s leave the Scrabble for later. I’m ready.”
Crey sits on the edge of the bed and strokes my back, kissing my neck before scraping his teeth along my ear. I shiver, and this time there is no fear involved. My nipples pucker almost painfully, and my pussy clenches. I’m achingly aware that it’s empty. He finds the base of the plug and presses inward, lighting up my nerve endings in the
most delicious way. A beat later and he’s pulling it out.
He moves quickly, and I hear the top of the lube snap open before cool liquid dribbles down my crack. Goose bumps rise along every inch of my skin, and I squeeze my thighs together. His finger circles my ass, and I revel in the sensation. We’ve done this before, but knowing we’re going all the way this time adds another layer of the forbidden.
When he slides it inside, I moan into the pillow beneath me. He moves it in and out, fucking me slowly.
“Goddamn, this is going to be amazing. I’ve thought about what it’d be like to have you beneath me just like this.”
He removes his hand, and once again I hear the cap on the lube. The next thing I feel is the nudge of the head of Crey’s cock against my asshole. It’s bigger than the plug, and I hope my preparation was enough.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation in my voice, because I know this is exactly what I want. Him, however he wants me.
He begins to push inside, and there’s a twinge of pain, but the pleasure overwhelms it. I arch into him, pushing back, inviting him in farther. I want more. I need more.
“Jesus, Holly. You’re so fucking tight.”
He slides in the last few inches until he’s seated all the way to the base. I shift my hips back again, pressing harder against him, and he reaches around my hip to find my clit. With two fingers teasing me, he slowly pulls out and begins to thrust.
Every movement triggers a new landslide of sensation within me. Pleasure ripples and squeezes and pulses through my body.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as Crey pinches my clit between two fingers and tugs, all while picking up the pace of his thrusts.
The more he plays with my clit, the faster he fucks, and my need drives higher and higher. He responds by giving me everything I need but didn’t know I needed before I can even think to voice it.
My mind seems to fracture under the onslaught of pleasure. Thoughts are impossible to grasp, not that I even want to think right now. I just want to feel. Which is good, because all I’m capable of is experiencing sensations.
And the sensation bearing down on me is a giant mother of an orgasm.
