Chapter 3 #3
At some point, Atty woke me. Ezra was gone. He didn’t ask questions. Just took my hand and led me to his room, where we slipped into bed together.
I buried my face in his neck, wrapped my leg over his. He slid his hand up my back and held me close. This, I had missed like hell. Falling asleep with him wrapped around me. Breathing him in. Nothing in the world had ever made me feel safer than this.
And that was the last thought I had before sleep pulled me under.
There was a hot tongue on my neck.
Open-mouthed kisses burned into my skin, sending sparks straight to my dick. I hiked my leg up, chasing the feeling and grinding against something—no, not something. Someone.
My head spun, trying to focus, but all I could do as he rocked his hips into mine was moan.
He sucked at my skin, nibbled, then smoothed his tongue over it like he was trying to soothe the sting. My hands tightened in his hair. I didn’t even know when they’d gotten there, but it was a good thing they had, because I used the leverage to pull him up to my lips.
Atty’s kiss was nothing short of ravenous, and I was more than here for it.
As the sleep fog lifted and gave way to a much hotter one, I registered that I was still in his bed.
This wasn’t a dream. This was a very real Atticus, kissing me like his life depended on it, sucking on my tongue like he’d die if he let go.
I groaned into his mouth as he shifted over me, settling his weight between my legs.
“This okay?” His husky voice was rough, like gravel.
I nodded instantly. There might’ve been a voice in the back of my head whispering that I should stop. But the second he ground his hips down, it went silent. His weight on top of me was everything. I could’ve purred from how right it felt to be pinned under him.
I hooked my legs around the backs of his thighs and pulled, asking without words for him to keep going.
To keep grinding on me like that. His big hands burned against my ribs, pushing my shirt up.
I hesitated for half a second, taking in how dark the room was, before yanking it off.
And then his mouth was on mine again, demanding.
This feels different.
Atty was usually softer with his desire. I could count on one hand the number of times he’d kissed me like this.
He bit down on my bottom lip hard, dragging another moan from my throat.
Scratch that—he’d never kissed me like this. This wasn’t careful or sweet. This was pure hunger, stripped bare. I gasped as he started humping me in earnest, rough and needy.
“Atty,” I groaned.
He let out a wrecked sound and tugged at my pants, trying to push them down.
My eyebrows lifted. So we were really going for it.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be very successful—” I started, but he caught my jaw and dragged me back into the kiss. Or whatever we were calling this now. We had long since passed kissing and gone straight to devouring. It was frantic. Urgent. A little unhinged.
He adjusted, lining his cock up with mine, and holy fuck—I had missed that. He tugged at my pants again.
I dropped my legs to either side of him and grabbed his hair to pull him back.
His eyes were half-lidded, lips red and slick, and fuck, I could look at that face forever.
“Stop?” he rasped.
I shook my head, panting. “I can’t get them off if you’re keeping me spread.”
His tongue flicked over my lips before pushing back in, wordless. He shifted to the side, giving me just enough space to shimmy out of my jeans. I broke the kiss to watch him kick his own off before coming back to where he belonged.
We still had our boxers on, but the thin cotton did nothing to dull the sensation of his cock sliding over mine.
Atty shook his head into the kiss.
“What?” I asked, breathless.
“Bare?”
Jesus. “Okay.” I didn’t have time to react. His hand slipped between us, and he pulled my erection out.
“Oh, f—fuck…”
There was more shifting, and then—
Fuck.
His cock, hot and slick, pressed flush against mine. His precum smeared over me, making it that much better. I grabbed his ass, urging him to move. God, I’d missed this. Missed him. He was all muscle, and I felt every flex beneath my hands as he moved.
He never pulled away from my mouth, and I didn’t know if it was because I was about to come or if he was actually cutting off my air supply, but stars danced behind my eyes. I moaned—loud, unfiltered—as pleasure surged through me.
Almost reluctantly, I slid one hand down from his cheek. And then I was touching him—Atty’s cock, the one that had starred in every single one of my fantasies since the first time I saw it. A tortured groan ripped from me as I slipped my hand between our bodies and grabbed him.
“Ah,” he gasped, pausing for a second.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep going.”
He nodded, forehead pressed to mine, and started moving again—rolling his hips, grinding into me without letting up. Every drag of his cock wrecked me a little more.
“Are you gonna come?” His voice was low against my skin.
“Yeah,” I tried to say, but it came out as a whimper. My cock was pinned tight between us, leaking across my stomach while he pulled sound after sound out of me.
I couldn’t stroke us, but I shifted my hand just enough to catch the head of his dick, rubbing over the tip. He moaned, desperate. My legs locked tighter around him as I drew him down, closer, chasing the edge.
The kiss had unraveled, but neither of us cared. We were panting into each other’s mouths, chasing release like it was the only thing that mattered. It was messy. Rough and fast and too fucking good.
I grabbed his ass hard, my nails digging into the taut flesh.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
His hips stuttered for a second before picking up the pace—and that was it. He fucking had me.
I cried out his name as every nerve ending in my body lit up. My dick erupted between us, and I arched off the bed, chasing the too-intense pull of release while he kept thrusting, his rhythm faltering.
Then his mouth crashed into mine. He grunted into the kiss as his hips stilled, his warm cum mixing into the mess between us.
There was a ringing in my ears. My lip throbbed, probably split—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was too wrecked. I’d never come this hard in my life, and it hadn’t even been from penetrative sex. Just the two of us, rutting like feral teenagers.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as he dropped his face to my neck, brushing soft kisses against my overheated skin.
Letting my head fall back, I gave him more room, trying to catch my breath and kick-start my brain. Light was beginning to filter in behind the curtains. And I couldn’t help it—joy crept into my heart. I laughed, breathless and dazed, because I couldn’t fucking believe I got to have this again.
“What?”
“Easy mornings.”
He laughed too, warm against my throat, the sound curling through me.
“Sorry.” Atty pushed up onto one arm to look at me. His face was flushed, beautifully so. I’d never get enough of this man.
“Don’t be.”
His thumb brushed my cheek as his gaze swept over me. He touched my lip, and I winced.
I ran my tongue over it, tasting the metallic tang of blood. “Is it split?”
He nodded. “Sorry.”
“Definitely don’t be sorry about that.” I threaded my fingers through his hair.
He leaned down and kissed me, soft this time. “Broke another rule.”
I let out a low laugh. “I think that’s technically a consequence of breaking the first one.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think you and I can share a bed without this happening.”
His lips curved down into a frown. “We’ve done it before. Twice.”
“We were broken up then,” I reminded him.
He shrugged and rolled onto his back. I grabbed my shirt, cleaned us off, and curled into his side.
Atty pulled me close again. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’m like a sex camel.”
I snorted. “What?”
He turned to face me again, my head still resting on his arm.
“You wouldn’t know—since you’re the exception—but usually, I’m just not that into sex. Or at least, I’m not when you’re not around. I can go weeks without thinking about it, not even jerking off. But the second you show up, it’s all I can think about.”
“Really?”
“I’m serious. I’ve been jerking off nonstop these past few weeks.”
That pulled a laugh out of me.
He looked sheepish. “Is that bad? Should I not say stuff like that?”
“It’s not bad. I’m just not used to you talking about it. You used to get really embarrassed, remember?”
“I’m embarrassed right now.” He dragged his hands over his face.
I tugged his wrist until he looked at me again. “I told you—you don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me.”
He gave me the softest look before nodding.
My lips twitched. “So, if you’re a sex camel, am I your oasis?”
My grin stretched as he burst out laughing.
“You’re the worst, Noah,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “Sorry for pushing.”
A dull ache cut through the afterglow. “That’s alright.”
Atty kissed me again—once, then again—each kiss building, deepening.
“I missed you. I really missed this.” His words came between each one, and I let myself fall into it, into him. In how he needed me.
“Do you want to shower?”
He shook his head, capturing my lips again. “No. Stay. I want to go again.” His voice was hoarse and thick with want.
My brain short-circuited. His words went straight to my groin, and my spent dick twitched, valiantly trying to agree.
He slipped between my legs, grinding against me, his kisses sharper now, more intense.
“What do you want to do?”
“Just this. Can we take them off?”
Our boxers were still clinging to our hips. I nodded.
And then we were naked in his bed, rutting against each other and kissing messily, the minutes dissolving into hours until the world melted away around us.
Some time later, I slipped out of bed.
In this apartment, he shared the bathroom, so I padded over to it, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. Atty was out cold, sprawled across the bed—completely spent.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess. Sticky. Covered in him.
My lip was split but not swollen. Or maybe it was, just a little—but kiss-swollen. A hickey darkened the left side of my neck, dead center. No hiding that one. Not in the middle of summer, anyway.
I smiled to myself tentatively.
This was good. Right?
It’s not like I was throwing all my boundaries out the window—just these ones. Just this time. It was for him.
This was good.
He wanted it. Asked for it, even.
I wanted it too. I always did. Anything that involved him I’d always want.
My fingers brushed over the bruise on my neck. He wasn’t just under my skin—he was on it. Marking me.
There was something different about him, but I couldn’t figure out what it was, and even though the feeling of belonging was coursing through me, something kept bothering me.
Was this good?
Maybe this is all you have to offer him.
The prickle behind my eyes sharpened, turning into a full-fledged burn.
That wasn’t right. It’s Atty. He’s different. We’re different.
This is normal. We both want it.
I turned the shower on, waiting until the water ran hot. Then hotter.
Stepping in, I let it scorch my skin, washing him off reluctantly.
I rubbed my eyes over and over, willing whatever was coming over me to go away. My chest tightened, like I wasn’t getting enough air into my lungs.
If I said it enough times, maybe I’d believe it.
He’s mine.
He’s mine.
He’s mine.
The unspoken words flooded my mind before I could put up a wall to keep them out.
Is he?