It was a mistake. I barely had them closed before Gun suddenly scattered. This was because I felt a shoulder in my belly and I was up in the air. I rallied quickly but not quickly enough before I was falling backward toward the floor, Creed coming with me and automatically my arms circled him. One of his hands cupped the back of my head before I hit floor then both of his hands went to my shoulders. As his body held the rest of mine down, his hands put on pressure, pinning my shoulders to the floor.

“Pinned,” he whispered and I felt my eyes narrow as his lips smiled. “I win.”

“I wasn’t ready,” I pointed out the obvious.

“I told you we’d play out the challenge tonight. You had fair warning but doesn’t matter, you should always be ready.”

He was not wrong and that sucked.

I scowled up into his face as his eyes roamed mine then he rolled so I was on top.

He lifted a hand and pulled the hair away from one side of my face as he said, “You’re not ready, baby, we’ll do something else.”

“Can I tie you to the bed and do whatever I want to you?” I tried.

He grinned and my ni**les tingled but he answered, “No. You gotta win that.”

Shit.

His other hand came up to pull back the hair on the other side of my face and he repeated, “If you’re not ready, we won’t do it.”

I wasn’t a squelcher but I didn’t know if that sucked or if I was in for the experience of a lifetime. What I did know was that I trusted Creed either to make it not only good, but phenomenal or to back off if it wasn’t working.

To communicate all this, I stated, “I don’t renege on a deal.”

His head tilted slightly to the side and he asked softly, “You ready?”

“You gonna make me ready?” I asked back and got another grin, this one way different.

“Oh yeah.”

That got another nipple tingle but this one didn’t stop at my ni**les. It traveled south.

Therefore my, “Then… yeah. I’m ready,” came out breathy.

His hands fisted in my hair, his face hardened with something that was seriously hot and his lips ordered, “Then up, get to the living room and get naked.”

I was right.

Seriously hot.

“The living room?” I asked.

“Baby, what’d I say?” Creed asked in return.

I stared down at him still feeling the tingle.

Then I did as Creed said.

* * * * *

I was na**d on my knees on the back of the couch. Creed was standing in front of me wearing nothing but jeans. I had my legs spread and Creed had his hand between them, toying with my clit. I had my hand flat against his hard crotch and I was rubbing. Through this, we were kissing hard, wet and hot as we had been for a good long time.

He was toying, taking his time, giving me nothing, hints, whispered caresses, making me go for it and taking it away, which made me happy for the scraps he was giving me at the same time desperate to have everything. He’d been doing this for a long time, too.

Needless to say, I was primed. I had his tongue in my mouth and his hand between my legs but I wanted his fingers or other parts of his anatomy inside me and I was at a point where I didn’t care where he put them.

Before I could tear my mouth from his and inform him of this fact, he tore his from mine and suddenly I wasn’t on my knees facing him. I was turned, my knees at the back edge of the couch and I had Creed’s hand between my shoulder blades, pushing down until I was face to the cushions, ass in the air. It was not a position I’d ever been in but, albeit somewhat acrobatic, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Stay that way, baby. Do not move. I’ll be back,” his rough growl came at me and I did a full body shiver.

I didn’t like bossy. I didn’t like to be ordered around. I didn’t like to be controlled.

That was to say, I didn’t like it from anyone, not anyone, but Creed.

So this was hot. Phoenix hot. Remember for the rest of your life that time you did it in the living room hot.

I did as he said and felt Creed leave the room then I felt him come back and position behind me. A second later I heard a soft “funf” of something hitting the couch then his hands were on me, oiled, slippery, warm, amazing.

Oh yeah. I was right. This was hot.

His hands traveled the skin of my waist, up my back, down my sides then they disappeared. I heard a cap pop, another soft “funf and his hands were back, slicker, warmer, roaming everywhere, oiling my entire back, my sides, ribs, waist and around where he rubbed the oil into my br**sts, thumbs circling my ni**les making me squirm. Back to the bottle and more oil, over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs.

Those thighs started trembling.

Back to the bottle, another “funf” then more oil over the insides of my thighs and up over the cheeks of my ass.

“Spread wide, baby, give me all you got,” Creed murmured, his voice rough.

I slid my legs wide without hesitation.

I moaned into the cushions as his slick hand slid between the cleft of my ass, through my wet and over my pulsing clit. His finger rolled, gentle, soft, mind-boggling and my hands slid out so my fingers could curl around the edge of the couch cushion to hold on.

“You can get a hand up here, Sylvie, I want your finger here. Soft, sweet, like this,” he kept touching me, showing me what he wanted. “You make yourself come, baby, I won’t be pleased.”

This was another challenge that I was willing to accept but wasn’t so sure I could best it. Still, I was going to try. So I braced my torso on the couch and put my hand between my legs. Creed’s fingers gave mine access but they didn’t go away. Covering mine, he felt as I touched myself and I knew he liked it when he growled and pressed his hard, jeans covered c**k against my thigh.

“My Sylvie,” he murmured, his other slippery hand roaming my slick skin, “so beautiful, so sweet, so f**kin’ hot.”

Shivers drifted up my spine, my hard, throbbing ni**les brushed the upholstery of the couch making them throb harder and Creed’s hand drifted back through the wet then away. He went back to the bottle and I felt the oil dripping directly onto my skin, sliding down my spine, between the cheeks of my ass, drenching me. I felt more shivers and it took everything not to press harder, deeper, roll my h*ps into my hand, strain them to him.

I was coated in oil, so were his hands as they moved over me, pressing in, circling, fingers curling so his knuckles could dig deep into my muscles, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. A sexy massage. An erotic rubdown.