Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ATLAS
Waking up this morning had been one of the best moments I’d had in a long time. It wasn’t from sex, or satisfaction after doing a job well…
It was the warmth pressed against my chest, the feel of Calvin’s steady heartbeat, even when he was telling me I snored.
It was the fact that he’d fallen asleep so easily in my arms because he trusted me.
Calvin trusted me.
I feel like I’m burning from the inside out with the knowledge, with the way he kept throwing me glances while we were having lunch. It’s almost painful knowing that there was a part of me missing for so long and now…
Now I feel whole again, and it’s almost a guilty thing when I know there’s so much uncertainty around us, when I know Calvin is in danger because of me.
But I wouldn’t trade what had happened between us. Maybe it’s selfish, and maybe it makes me a bad person… but I’d kill a thousand men trying to hurt him if it meant I got to keep Calvin by my side.
He’s not by my side right now, though. He told me to give him twenty minutes and then meet him by the elevator near the front of the hospital.
I realize that I’ve only been here through the emergency room entrance when I have to actually refer to the little signs hanging on the wall to see where I’m going.
I’m lucky he gave me time, or I’d be keeping him waiting.
It’s kind of a shame that we don’t walk into the elevator alone, though I notice that Calvin doesn’t shy away from standing close to me.
If I’d thought he was going to be ashamed to be seen with me, I would have been mistaken.
He brushes the back of my fingertips with his, and the man who enters the elevator before us doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone to see what we’re doing.
There’s something nice about it.
“Your friend is nice,” I finally murmur, and he laughs.
“She’s a menace, but I don’t know what I’d do without her.
” I can hear the warmth and affection in his voice, and it’s so sweet that the man across from us looks up and offers a small smile.
He’s still in the elevator when we get off, and as soon as the doors slide shut, Calvin slips his fingers through mine.
“Quiet floor,” I murmur. I can hear some chatter from down the hall, probably where the nurses’ desk is, but for the most part things have a soft hush that I’m not used to. Whenever I’ve seen Calvin before, it was in a busy, bustling situation in the emergency room.
“Yeah, floors where we don’t have patients constantly coming in with stab wounds tend to be a little calmer.” I can still hear the slightest tinge of disapproval in his voice, but that doesn’t stop him from tugging me down a hall to the left, past a door that has a code on it.
I follow him into a room at the end of the nearly abandoned hallway with a brow arched.
“This isn’t going to get you in trouble, is it?” As much as I want to touch him, I don’t want to get him fired either. Calvin has a real talent for taking care of people. But…
He shakes his head. “No. They already stocked the floor this morning, and I’m friends with the people at the desk. Besides…” He leans around me and carefully shuts the door. “My life is already in danger, Atlas. I think I can risk this.”
I’m tempted to tell him it isn’t a good idea, but he takes a few steps back and raises his hands above his head, threading his fingers through the metal of the inventory shelf behind him.
“Calvin…”
“It’s just a few kisses, Mr. Sinclair.”
A low sound catches in my throat, because I don’t think he realizes that no… it isn’t just a few kisses. Having him here in this enclosed space, I can almost feel the heat of him pressing against me across the small distance.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice a low, warning rumble. “You should know it’s going to be more than that.”
Calvin lets out a small, breathy gasp as I step into him, drifting my hand along his arms and pinning his wrists in place where he pressed his hands above his head. I’m sure he could pull away if he wanted to, but he just leans his body into mine when I dip my head and brush my lips against his.
Once. Twice. Gentle kisses that draw small sounds from his throat. When he arches into me, I drop my other hand between us and easily slide it beneath his scrubs. My fingers wrap around his already half-hard cock, and I raise my head to arch a brow at him.
“Just kisses, hm?” The tease is met with another low sound and the feel of him flexing his hips into my touch.
Even though he said they’d already stocked this floor, there was every chance that someone might need something from this room.
So while I could have spent the next few hours taking him apart until he didn’t know his own name… I know I need to make this fast.
That doesn’t mean I can’t be thorough.
I go to my knees without warning, and when he starts to let go of the bar above his head, I tap his hip.
“No, sweetheart. Stay right there.” It’s not quite a demand, but I can see the excited rise and fall of his chest at the challenge.
He keeps his grip on the metal as I carefully slide his pants down and pull his cock free from his briefs.
By the time I run my tongue along the base of his shaft, he’s hard.
By the time I get to the tip, I can taste a sweet droplet of precum burst in a salty rush on my tongue.
I really had no idea anyone could taste so good, but there’s something about Calvin that’s addictive.
He murmurs something that sounds a lot like a prayer when I open my mouth and carefully suck him in.
I’m cautious at first, unsure of exactly how much I can take…
but when he hits the back of my throat, I swallow around him instead of gagging, and he cries out.
One hand spills from the metal to clap over his mouth, and his dark eyes drift down as mine roll up.
I don’t say anything, I don’t move. I just keep the weight of him on my tongue until he slowly lifts his hands back up to the bar and takes hold of it again.
I draw off him slowly, squeezing his hips with a lazy smile. “That’s right, sweetheart. Hold on tight.”
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, and I realize this is going to be fun.
Calvin grips the bar like his life depends on it as I start to work.
I want to take my time to explore every nerve that makes him squirm, every touch that makes him lose his mind…
and I make a mental note to do just that later.
Maybe I can tie his hands to the headboard to replicate what’s happening now…
but at the moment, I need to make this fast.
I suck his cock like I’ve been doing it my entire life.
I’m sure it’s sloppy, I can feel the wetness of my saliva mixing with his precum wetting my lips, slipping into my beard, but it doesn’t matter.
Above me, Calvin is biting his lower lip to hold in the sounds I can tell he desperately wants to make.
Messy is worth the heat in his eyes—messy is worth the rise and fall of his chest going from slow and anticipatory to rapidfire as I suck the head of his cock and take him to the back of my throat again, fighting another gag as I swallow around him.
After a few seconds, I can tell that he’s about to completely fly apart.
The proximity, the closed space, the challenge of his hands on the bars…
it makes everything that’s happening right now so fucking hot I feel like I’m going to rip straight through my slacks.
That’s fine, though. I suck him for another few minutes until he moans my name, low and hot, desperate.
“Atlas… oh, fuck.” Calvin’s whispered curse burns through me, liquid heat that shoots straight to my cock.
Then he jerks, his body going stiff, and I taste salty warmth as it spills across my tongue.
He comes hard, and the metal above him rattles as he tries to hold himself still through the shocks that tear along his body.
I love him wild and unrestrained, but getting to roll my eyes up and watch him struggle to stay silent as he fucks my mouth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel me is almost as good.
“Holy fuck, Atlas.” He’s babbling, sweet incoherency that’s music to my ears. The fact I can make him feel so good that all his careful composure fades away into something thready and needy, something sated… it’s almost enough to satisfy me.
Almost.
But when Calvin finally focuses to glance down at me and I see the heat in his eyes, the need still there even though he just came hard enough that I’m not sure if he can walk straight, I know it’s not enough at all.
“Up,” he says, his voice a slurred demand that has me moving like I’m drawn on strings. “My turn.”
Calvin is so elegant when he drops to his knees.
I drape my hands on the storage shelf above him and look down the length of my body.
It should be sinful, the way he looks there.
I don’t even have to tell him what to do—he glances up to see my hands holding the same place he’d been gripping just a few seconds prior.
I can still feel the heat of his palms on the metal…
And then he brings eager fingers to the button of my pants and unzips me, pulling the fabric down just enough to free my dick before he takes me into his mouth.
There’s no hesitation in his movements, no curiosity or question of whether he can do this.
While all of this is new to me, I’m reminded of the fact that Calvin has more experience than I do, even if it’s not by much.
That experience does him favors now as he takes me to the back of his throat, and I watch his cheeks hollow as he sucks around me.
It’s my turn to swallow down a low, strangled cry that turns into a sharp growl tearing from my lips. I can see pleasure blossom across his cheeks at the noise, at the tension that runs through my stomach with how good it feels for him to touch me like this.
There really is something to be said about doing things where you shouldn’t—the knowledge that anyone could walk through that door… that people who know Calvin could come in and see him on his knees for me, see how perfect he looks with his lips wrapped around my cock…
Fuck, it makes my balls tight just thinking of it. It sends pleasure zinging along my spine and warns me that this isn’t going to last long, whether I want it to or not.
It’s everything, because he wraps his arms around my hips like he wants to own me too, and he swallows my cock like I’m the only thing he needs to survive.
When Calvin rolls his eyes up to me and I see the soft shine of wetness in them, it’s too much.
He swallows around my cock and I come, my fingers gripping the metal I’m holding hard enough that I’m surprised it doesn’t rattle.
I let him suck me through my orgasm, but keep my head bowed when I’m done.
He carefully tucks me back into my pants and zips them, then stands, nestling himself into the cage my arms have made.
“It was only supposed to be a kiss,” he whispers, his voice a little hoarse.
I love how it sounds—and I love it even more when he leans in and presses his mouth to mine.
Calvin parts his lips for me, and when I swipe my tongue against his, I can taste both of us there, our pleasure mingling as I lick into his mouth. It’s enough to get me drunk.
It’s enough to make me forget that we’re in a room where we could get caught at any moment.
I probably would have forgotten if the sound of two people talking as they walked down the hall hadn’t pulled me out of it.
Calvin’s cheeks blossom crimson and he drops his head onto my shoulder.
He’s shaking, and for a second I worry that maybe this was too bold for him after all. Maybe it was too much.
But when he raises his head after the voices pass, I see the smile on his face. It’s warm, fucking transformative. He was beautiful before. He’s the sunshine now.
“Come on,” he says, leaning up to press one more quick kiss to my lips. “We should get out of here before we get caught.” When I go to move back, his hands catch on the front of my shirt and he pulls me to him again. “Atlas?”
“Yeah?” My voice is husky, and I really do feel drunk now—drunk on how sweet he looks, how warm.
“Thank you.” It sounds like he’s thanking me for more than just a blow job, and I think I get it, because I feel it too.
Thank you for making me happy.
Thank you for making me believe I could have something like this.
Fuck…
Thank you for making me think maybe I can fall in love again.
I don’t say any of those things out loud, but I do lean in and nuzzle his neck so I can whisper my words against the curve there, against his pulse—so I can try to send them straight to his heart.
“Of course, Calvin… I’ll always be here for whatever you need.”