Despicable by Rory Miles
CREED
A few days pass and we don’t see much of Trix. We still watch her house every night because we have no leads on the killer and everyone else on the island is acting strange. Since there are only nine of us that were here when George was killed, and the guys and I are ruled out, that’s six suspects. Too many for my liking. As I thought, the elders don’t give a shit about what happened and no one has come to investigate.
I lean against a tree trunk, staring at Trix’s windows, hoping to see a glance of her. Creep. She called me a creep, and given how desperate I’ve been to be around her, she’s not entirely wrong. I’ve been picturing her in that tiny tank top way too much, and my cock is aching for attention. There are only so many cold showers I can take before I have to take matters into my own hands—literally.
Dax insisted we rotate watch like we do the guard shifts, and tonight is my first night. I am entirely unprepared for the flash of skin I see through the side window. I crouch down, resting my chin against my hand and watch as she struts around in nothing but the tiny top and a pair of skimpy underwear.
“Damn,” I mutter. It’s like she is intentionally trying to rile me up, but she doesn’t know I’m here, or she shouldn’t if I’ve done my job right.
My shorts get uncomfortably tight with my erection pressing against the zipper. I run my hands through my hair, trying not to stare at her perky ass. Or those pretty tits in her top, or her—fuck. I’m not going to be able to stop watching now that I can see her. She looks like she’s singing, and the way she shakes her hips tells me she found some music. Since I know where she is, and that she’s safe, I don’t see why I can’t work off some of this frustration.
I kneel down, undo my zipper, and grab my dick, biting back a moan when I stroke it and rub my thumb over the head. My hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as the real thing, but it’ll have to do. If anyone were walking by, they’d be able to see me thanks to the streetlights, but I’m counting on that not happening. Everyone has been staying inside since George’s death, not that we had big parties or anything before that.
This is the first time I’ve had someone to watch while I jerk off, so I greedily stare at her ass, watching her bounce around the room while I slowly stroke myself, drawing it out. I pick up the pace, not bothering to silence my moan, and close my eyes as I start to get into a rhythm. The area surrounding the house even smells like her, and I bite my lip, concentrating on her scent and pumping my fist. The next time I open my eyes, she’s gone. I frown but don’t stop because I’m so fucking hard, and I hate blue balls.
Leaves crunch to my right, so I stop and glance around. No one is out here. It must have been a squirrel or something. I lean my head back against the tree trunk, pumping my hand up and down my shaft faster and faster.
“What do we have here?”
Her voice scares the shit out of me, and I pull my hand from my dick, holding them up like she’s a cop pointing a gun at me and I’m trying to prove my innocence. She steps out from behind a tree, a smile tugging at her lips as she glances me over. My cock is still hard, and it twitches when her gaze strays in that direction. Her throat bobs, and she steps closer.
“What are you doing out here, Creep?”
“My name is Creed.” I swallow when I see she’s still in her top and underwear. This chick is wild.
She hums, taking another step all the while keeping her attention on my erection. Her lack of clothing is rather distracting, and I can’t help but flit my gaze to her thick thighs. I can’t wait to bury my face between them.
“Pretty sure it’s Creep.” She squats down a foot in front of me, finally lifting her eyes to meet mine. “Is that for me?” Gesturing to my cock, she bites her lip and furrows her brow like she’s confused.
“I-” Hell, what do I say to that question? “Yes.”
“Well then,” she says, dropping to her knees and scooting closer. “Let’s take care of that.” She runs her manicured finger up my thigh.
My muscles jump in response and my hips thrust forward, practically begging for her help. She chuckles, but I’m not ashamed. Anything is better than my hand. She cups my balls, tipping her head to the side and staring into my eyes.
“Are you going to ask nicely, Creep?”
Fuck. I’m not even mad at the stupid nickname, especially not when she gently tugs on my nuts. “Yes, fuck. Please.”
“Please what?” she asks, leaning close enough to kiss my jaw. “What do you want?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, because this is weirdly hot as hell and she’s asking me what I want. I try to think of something sexy to say, but I come up short.
“If that’s what you want, you’ll have to come inside.” She withdraws her hand and stands, brushing her knees off.
I scramble to stand and yank my pants up. She’s already halfway to the house by the time I catch up with her, and she casts a wink over her shoulder.
“I’ve always wanted to sleep with a stalker.”
“I’m not a stalker,” I say.
“You were watching me through my window.”
“To keep you safe.” I open the back door.
“And keeping me safe includes jacking off?” She stops next to me and gives me a sultry smile.
Well shit. Instead of trying to reason away my actions, I shrug and hold the door for her to pass through.
“What else was I supposed to do when you’re dancing around like that?”
She grins at me, grabs my arm, and drags me to the bedroom I’d been watching her in. I stumble along with her, wrinkling my nose at the faint scent of patchouli hanging in the air, but when she stops in front of the bed and turns to me, I forget about the hippie smell.
“Drop the shorts.” She rips her shirt off, freeing her breasts.
I think my brain short-circuits because when she hooks her fingers in the top of her underwear, she gives me a look.
“On it,” I say like an idiot, taking them and my boxers off before tugging my shirt over my head.
She whistles in appreciation and steps closer, pressing her chest against mine. Fuck, her body is so soft. I grab for her, but she smacks my hands away with a tsk.
“What’s the magic word, Creep?”
“Please,” I say, hating how raspy my voice sounds.
“Good boy.”
BELLATRIX
I run my palms over his abs, loving every inch of muscle and how they tighten in response to my touch. I hadn’t planned on torturing him, but when I noticed him out there earlier, part of me couldn’t resist.
Perhaps I’m playing with fire, but I’ve learned to love the burn. If I’m stuck on the island for the rest of my life, I’m taking what I want, and I won’t feel ashamed for wanting sex or liking how Creed responds to me being near. Besides, he’s kind of cute when he’s flustered.
He’s standing with his hands clenched at his sides, trying so hard to obey even though I know it’s killing him. I grab his arms and slowly step to the side, turning him so his back is facing the bed. Going on my toes, I trace my tongue over his lips, tasting them before I press my mouth to his. He starts to reach for me, but I put my hands flat against his chest and shove him onto the bed.
His emerald eyes widen in shock, but he recovers as soon as I climb over him, settling my hips over his. I grin when he sucks in a hard breath, and I roll my hips so my slit slides over his length. He bites back a moan.
“Hey, Creep?”
“Yeah?” he asks in that sexy rasp of his.
“Touch me.”
Without further encouragement, one of his hands grabs my ass and the other one goes straight for my clit. For a while there I had him pegged for a virgin, but I sincerely doubt that now. His thumb swirls over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing down when I roll my hips forward again.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
I laugh. “You too, Creep.” Capturing his mouth again with mine, I kiss him while he teases me.
Our kisses aren’t poetic. They’re desperate and hungry and raw. Just the way I like them. Too much sweetness makes me cringe, and I don’t think I could handle some swoon-worthy romance right now. The bond breaking hurt like a bitch, but it could have been worse. Since it had just been initiated, it didn’t get too deep. I escaped the rejection in relatively good shape, aside from some minor scarring.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he asks, pulling back from our kiss.
I glance at Creed, grimacing. “Sorry.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“And waste this perfectly good cock?” I roll myself over his length again and shake my head. “Hell no.”
Before he can say anything else, I grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to mine. He moans into my mouth when I move my hips enough that the head of his dick brushes my center.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand, breaking away from the kiss and trailing my mouth down his jaw and neck, biting his pulse point. I’m not sure what it is about him, but for some reason, I need to hear him say it. I want to hear him beg me for my pussy.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Mmhm.” I circle the head of his cock, teasing him at my entrance. “What else?”
He thinks for a second, his eyebrows lowering in the cutest way, so I kiss his jaw again.
“Say it.”
“I want your pussy around my dick.”
Ding, ding, ding.
“Good boy.” I grab him and slide down until his shaft is all the way in me, stretching my walls and filling me up. He throbs inside of me, and I rock my hips once, watching when his nostrils flare in response.
“Put your hands here,” I grab them and place his palms at the back of my hips, “and squeeze.”
He listens, gently gripping my love handles. I circle my hips, working up his length and then back down, watching him try to keep control of himself and failing miserably.
“Harder,” I say, holding his hands with my own and leaning back to ride him.
“Fuuuuck,” he says, grabbing me with the right amount of pressure this time.
I stop messing around and ride him like I’m trying to prove my worth, like my life depends on it, and like my body wants me to. Trailing my hands up my body, I grab my boobs and pinch my nipples, grinding down hard on him.
He releases a growl and grabs my hips, flipping me over. My back hits the mattress and he holds on to the headboard, working me over with slow, hard thrusts that make the bed shake. He hits my G-spot and my toes tingle, curling slightly as he hammers into me.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and lifting my hips to meet his. “Oh. Shit.”
“Come on, girl, give it to me.”
He pulls almost all the way out of me before slamming in so hard my mouth drops open and I choke on a moan. He does it again, and I dig my nails into his back, crying out when he picks up his pace and keeps battering my pussy with his thick cock.
“Right there, baby, let me hear it. Scream my name.” His mouth finds my neck, but instead of kissing me, he bites down.
My entire body lights with fire, and I come all over him, shamelessly soaking the sheets and shouting his name between gasps. He kisses my tender skin and thrusts one more time, staying deep inside me while his hips jerk with his release. I hook my ankles around his waist, keeping him in and gently moving my body to take all he has to give me.
“Damn, Trix.”
I let out a throaty chuckle and kiss his shoulder, then his neck, and finally claim his lips with mine.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Creep.”