Creed’s pov:
It was meant to be me just teasing him a little till his guard was lowered enough for me to get away with anything today, but it seemed now that my plan had backfired and now I had his d i c k in my hands while he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that I thought he’d break it.
He was still driving or at least he was trying to, he made sharp turns and stepped on the gas anytime I ran my hand up his hard length, he let out a long harsh breath and bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, it was quite fascinating watching him unravel that way.
But I couldn’t focus on that fascination, because my own body was singing with need as I explored him with my fingers.
Up and down, my hands trailed over him, mostly in curiosity than anything else.
Hell, this wasn’t
