16. Creed

CHAPTER 16

CREED

My heart slammed against my ribs as Ave's lips met mine, his comfortable and invigorating scent overpowering my senses.

For a heartbeat, he leaned back, his gaze locked with mine, uncertainty clouding his eyes. But then, as if some invisible barrier had been shattered, he succumbed to the magnetic pull between us. His lips were hesitant at first, like the delicate brush of a butterfly's wing against my own—soft and unsure. But then he gently took control, guiding me with the subtle pressure of his mouth against mine. The world around us seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the slow dance of our lips. The faint scent of his cologne—a soothing blend of cedarwood and spice—mingled with the natural steam from the hot spring and produced an erotic fragrance that was stimulating and made my heart race faster.

His breath, a soft whisper against my skin, caused delightful shivers to dance down my spine. I could feel the tension in my body, tension I wasn't even aware of, slowly melting away from under my skin.

His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. Blood heated my veins as our bodies moved in sync with each other—two pieces finding their perfect fit. His taste was intoxicating—a hint of mint from the gum he'd been chewing earlier mixed with something uniquely him. It left me craving for more.

What was happening between us... this... this all-encompassing feeling left me wanting to break the rules I'd imposed on him about how we were to act as fake boyfriends.

I didn't know what the hell I was doing and what my end goal was, but all the sensations I felt were incredible.

Ave's tongue met my hesitant one, playing gently at first as if to gauge my reaction, then growing more confident and demanding. I heard the soft slurping sound as my lips parted, allowing him deeper access, our tongues tangling in a slow dance of exploration. His hands traveled up my spine, sending shivers down my back, while his hips pressed against me, our overheated cocks grinding softly. The heat of the water felt comforting against my skin as we rocked together in the hot spring.

My fingers dug into his wet hair, pulling him closer still, needing more of his taste—more of his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, the vibration tickling my bottom lip. Our breaths grew ragged as we broke apart for a moment to catch our breaths.

"Ave," I whispered between pants. "Ave, I can't..."

His eyes burned with desire. "It's okay, Creed," he murmured back, his voice just as rough. "Just let go." He nipped at my lower lip before kissing it gently, and he groaned again.

The water splashed as he leaned forward to kiss along my jawline before trailing his mouth down to my neck... and then lower. He took a nipple between his teeth and sucked gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. I felt myself grow hard in the water's embrace and knew it wasn't an act anymore. This was real.

"Ave." I groaned again, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "I want... I want..."

"I know, Creed." Avery breathed back into my ear. "I want you too."

Those words sent electricity straight to my groin, and I rocked against him harder.

Ave's hand closed around my dick, stroking me, circling, circling, and nearly driving me wild. And the amazing thing was it didn't feel as weird as I'd expected. Nothing in my wildest dreams had prepared me for this moment. If anyone had asked me a week ago if I would ever be this close to another guy, kiss him, and allow him to put his hand on my dick, I would have said no fucking way, dude. But here I was and loving every minute of our connection.

His drawn-out moan sent blood rushing to my cock. He pumped my dick hard, as if he was desperate to drive me to the brink of insanity. All I wanted was the continuous spread of the warmth I felt inside of me.

I exhaled, giving myself over to him. Whatever weirdness I expected had been replaced by wanton, burning pressure that rushed into my balls. I moved my hips in a desperate frenzy, pressing them against him. With a primal noise, he responded by gyrating his body against mine.

"Unghhh...I'm coming," I warned seconds later. My thrusts became frenzied as my mind snapped and pleasure broke over me. Ave's tongue reached into my mouth, tangling with mine, while one hand pumped my dick and the fingers of his other hand clawed at my thighs.

He stepped back, but I couldn't let him go. My grip tightened around his lithe form, pulling him back towards me with a force that echoed my yearning. With a strength born of desire, I hoisted him into my arms as if he weighed no more than a feather. His legs instinctively curled around my waist, locking us in an intimate embrace.

He began to move against me, his rhythm matching the pounding of my heart. His uncut length seemed to throb in his hand, veins pulsing with life. I was transfixed by the sight. I could feel every twitch and shudder of pleasure that coursed through his body as if they were my own. The world seemed to condense down to this single point of connection between us—a tether that bound me to him.

And then it happened. A guttural grunt escaped Ave's lips, echoing off the steamy walls of our hidden sanctuary. It was a sound that resonated within me, stirring something deep and primal.

His climax hit like an explosion—intense and earth-shattering. Heat radiated from him in waves, soaking into my skin and searing itself into my memory. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—more magical than the spring we found ourselves in.

In that moment of release, he wasn't just in my arms; he had become a part of me—an indelible imprint on my soul that would forever remind me of this moment… of him.

Sated but thoroughly exhausted, we waded out of the water. I grabbed my clothes, spreading them on the rocks as padding. Sitting on them, I helped Avery settle into my lap.

I watched his shy smile get broader as my hands brushed the wet hair from his face, tossing it to the side. "That was perfect, Creed. So perfect."