Chapter 7 – Aline #2
“Yeah. When Charity started here, before she realized...” I roll my lips together. “She wanted to make a move on you. I politely informed her I would cut her if she tried.” I ache to glance away from his searching gaze, but I refuse to give in. “It’s true. I probably would’ve had to murder her.”
“You’ve been threatening women away from me?”
I grimace, nodding my agreement. “Yep.”
“That’s so fucking cute.” He lifts me, wrapping me around his frame, and then we’re in motion again.
He takes the door on this floor leading to the hallway that connects all three buildings on the third floor.
It’s not open access; only the owners, security staff, and a few of us in upper management know the key code to get in.
Atlas jams the code into the small box. The door clicks, indicating it’s unlocked, and he stomps us inside. My back hits the wall as he cages me in.
“You realize I can smell how slick you are, right, Ali?” His snake bite piercings glint in the low lighting as the edges of his mouth tip up.
I groan, burying my face in his shirt.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It turns me the fuck on,” he growls, hiking me higher, using his knee between mine as leverage.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep from hurting you.
I’m trying to hold back, but I need you to be very sure.
I don’t think I’d survive it if you let me inside you, only to push me away. ”
“I want you too,” I assure him, nodding wildly. “So badly.”
His thick fingers brush over the front of my panties. “Are you sure you can handle me, sweet fae?”
“Gods, yes,” I moan. My hips tilt, trying to chase his touch, but he pulls them away. “No, don’t stop.”
“Can you be patient for another few minutes?”
“I’d like to feel you inside me. Now would be great.”
“Such a pouty little sex fiend. How do you feel about letting me fuck you on your desk? It’s at the top of my list of things I’ve dreamed of doing with you.”
“What?”
He shrugs. “If you’re not?—”
“Let’s go.” I wrap my arms around his neck, nodding down the hallway that leads to The Den and, more specifically, my office.
Atlas kicks the door closed and shoves me against the wall. My shoulders hit with so much force, the door rattles next to us. Which reminds me...
I slide my hand over, locking the door as Atlas licks his way down my neck. His tusks are a little intimidating as one rakes over my skin, but I trust him. The bite of pain only intensifies my pleasure.
Atlas pulls me off the wall and stomps us over to my desk. A quick swipe of my hand sends light pink magic swirling through the air to clear all the stuff off the surface. Since I don’t use large amounts, this is safe enough. My ass hits the hard wood as Atlas kneels between my spread thighs.
I groan, wrapping my hands around the edge to keep myself upright.
Atlas slides his fingers around my ankles, pulling off my shoes and tossing them aside. He kisses and licks from my calf up to my thigh in tantalizing flicks of his super talented tongue.
Really, this is overdue.
Why the hell have I been so stubborn? His mouth feels great. He hikes my dress around my hips and smirks. Goodness, why does confidence make a man a thousand times more attractive?
My chest heaves as I study him.
I’m pretty sure he’s about to make me spontaneously combust.
His nails scratch against my hips as he pulls my panties down and off, tucking them into his back pocket. He licks his lips, teasing his thumb over my clit. I tremble as he stretches up, wrapping his free hand around my neck and bringing my mouth to his.
“Fucking hell, dirty girl,” he snarls, running his finger down my core. “You’re soaked for me. It is for me, isn’t it?”
“Gods, yes,” I groan, pushing my lips to his. He tastes sweet, like the spearmint gum he loves so much and the remnants of the fruity drink we shared.
His thick digits tease down my dripping core. He slams the middle one inside me, and I thrash.
“Fuck, that’s a tight fit,” he groans. “I guess I better focus on stretching you out.”
I whimper at the thought of him finally filling me up. The way he teases my clit with the palm of his hand makes my legs shake.
“I want you,” I whisper. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“You’ll have me,” he muses, shoving his mouth to mine again.
I grind my hips, chasing release.
My long hair tickles my arms as I whimper against Atlas’s cheek.
“You’re soaking my hand.”
“Please,” I beg. “I want to come around your cock.” I stretch up to caress his cheek and eventually slide my fingers into the long hair on the top of his head. “Let me ride you?”
“You are.” His fangs dig into his lower lip as I yank on his hair. “You’re riding my finger. You’ll get my cock when I’m sure you can handle it.”
“I can handle you just fine,” I snap, pushing against his chest with all my might.
The giant fucker doesn’t budge an inch. He does, however, grin indulgently. “Don’t rush us. Let me enjoy this, little one.”
I moan, reluctantly nodding my agreement.
He grips my dress in his free hand, pulling it off over my head. It falls behind me with a flutter as Atlas wraps his tongue around my nipple. I moan, grinding his palm against my clit. It’s when he moves to the other tit that I explode.
“That’s it. Fuck my hand, so I can claim your sweet cunt,” he growls, lavishing his tongue over my nipple.
I wrap my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet as the other digs into Atlas’s chest. My body lights up with electric shocks as pleasure courses through my system. I end up falling forward to rest against him, and he tenderly holds me up while I quake.
I finally start to come down, but my chest heaves as I obsess about what we just did. Am I crossing a line? Probably, but I also really care for Atlas. I want him enough that I know he’s worth the risk.
He stretches back, yanking off his shirt. He has dual nipple piercings in black stainless steel, and I flick my thumb over one to tease him.
He pulls his finger free of my cunt, and cool air hits my sex. I whimper as he lifts me, holding me to his middle as he crosses the room. He shoves a thick finger back inside me and begins working it in and out again.
He makes it to the couch and tosses himself down, bringing me to kneel over him.
It’s still a bit of a stretch to shove my tongue in his mouth, but it feels incredible as he grinds against my clit and holds me like I’m precious. His free hand works his belt, and I help. I feel like I accomplished something monumental when I get his jeans open.
I grin up at him with my heart fluttering. He winks as his teeth dig into his lower lip. He’s so fucking sexy, it takes my breath away.
I need him inside me immediately. A wave of heat pulses through my system as I try to maneuver his jeans down.
Atlas studies me, but I hear him kick off his boots.
He lifts up and, together, we get his bottoms off.
He’s bare underneath the jeans, and I swallow thickly when I catch sight of his shaft.
I manage a sex club. It’s not like I’m new to sex.
I’ve seen nude orcs before, but Atlas is pure male perfection.
His chest and stomach are covered in lines of well-defined muscle and a fair number of scars from his time in the horde.
They vary in length and severity. My stomach drops, and I ache to kiss every single one of them better.
Atlas works his shaft, giving it a solid squeeze, and my thighs clench. A moan slips from my lips as pre-cum beads at the tip.
“I need your thick length raking my walls,” I hiss, diving in to kiss him again. My slick core grinds over the bottom of his cock, and the ridges feel incredible.
I beg into his mouth. It’s a string of mostly incoherent rambling.
“Oh, shit.” Realization dawns on his face.
“The quickening approaches.” He grimaces.
“My apologies, little one. Allow me to give you what you need.” The deep, growly tone of his voice sends a shiver through me as I bury my face in his neck.
“You’re going to milk my cock like the very good girl you are while you scream for me. ”
I wrap my hand around him, and he growls in response.
Atlas’s length is intimidating when I focus on it for too long. The girth is also terrifying, but he’ll fit. Not just fit, but fill me to capacity in the best way possible.
“I need you,” I beg. My quickening is clearly coming faster than I realized. It’s nearly impossible to settle the waves without a partner’s cum. The only other possibility is waiting out the pain and discomfort. I whimper at the thought. It’s not a fun way to spend five or six days.
“It’s okay, sweet fae. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, finally pulling his hand free of my cunt.
“We’ll settle this wave. Fuck yourself down on me.
” It’s wild that he picked up on what’s happening at the same time I did.
I’m not sure what the warm, fuzzy feeling is that fills my chest sometimes when he smiles at me, but I do know it fills me with joy. “Come on, then. Take my cock.”
His skin is a lighter shade of green than a full-blood orc, but his dick is darker than the rest of him. The ridges along the bottom of his shaft are visible even before I fully retract his foreskin.
It’s not something male fae have, but I bet it would be fun to play with during oral sex.
The dribbling pre-cum is nearly enough to send me to my knees so I can lick it up.