Chapter 13 #3
The word hit me like lightning. Goosebumps flared down my spine, sparked over my skin. I felt it in my chest, in my dick, in every inch of my body. Without thinking, I slid my hand under his and gripped the base of my cock, hard, needing to stop before I completely lost control.
I squeezed my eyes shut, curling into myself. “Stop. Stop,” I gasped, and his hips froze instantly.
“What is it?” Atty asked, breathless, confused.
I groaned. Of all the fucking times.
“That almost made me come.” I laughed a little. “You’re going to fucking kill me tonight, Atty.”
“What did I do?”
I rolled my eyes, even as a grin tugged at my mouth. “What did you just call me?”
He leaned his forehead against the back of my neck. I felt the heat of his smile on my skin. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I took a breath, then moved my hand away, ready again. I arched my back, inching my hips back—and he responded, sliding into me in one smooth thrust.
“Sorry—”
“If you even think about taking it back or not saying it again,” I warned, “I will handcuff you to this bed and keep you hostage until you do.”
Another breathless chuckle. “I could think of worse things.” His lips ghosted over my neck as his hips found their rhythm again—stronger now. Confident.
“Are you going to say it again?”
“Don’t pressure me.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I grinned, arching into him in a wordless plea for more. Atty didn’t hesitate.
The headboard began to softly thud against the wall, and we both laughed. The creaking got louder, and somehow that only made it better. Hotter.
Atty scraped his teeth over my shoulder, groaning as he started to thrust harder.
“Is that good?” I asked, breathless and cocky.
His grip tightened. “You feel incredible, baby.”
My eyes rolled back. “Oh, fuck.” His hand wrapped around me again, stroking faster—dragging me toward the edge.
“You’re not playing fair.” I panted against my forearm.
“And you are?” His hips pressed harder into mine, pinning me down.
It took a beat before I realized he was right. I had been the one urging it on—grinding back, chasing it. My need was leading us now, dragging us toward something frantic and blinding.
I smirked. “It’s that big cock’s fault. It drives me fucking crazy.”
“You drive me crazy.” A growl tore out of him, deep and raw, straight from his chest.
“Did you miss that?” My voice tipped into a taunt, unable to help myself.
He didn’t answer—just thrust harder, stroking me faster.
His breath came in hot, ragged bursts against my neck, each exhale grazing sweat-slicked skin. The bed slammed into the wall in a stuttering rhythm, and I was seconds from coming when he leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I love you, Noah.”
My orgasm hit like a truck—sudden and devastating—ripping out of me so hard I didn’t know if I gasped or screamed his name. His strokes eased, softer now, slower. But his hips didn’t stop. They kept punching into me with the same relentless rhythm.
“Fuck,” I panted, forehead pressed to the mattress, heart hammering in my chest.
Atty’s arm curled tighter around me, the grip across my ribs almost bruising. His rhythm faltered. He was close.
I arched my neck back, chasing the slide of his lips on my skin. My hand found his nape and held him there, fingers buried in his damp hair.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Fill me up.”
He didn’t need more than that. One more thrust and he groaned deep, face buried against my neck as his body trembled. He held my hips still—one beat, then another—before his weight sagged over me, pinning me flat.
I let out a winded laugh. “Jesus, you’re heavy. Can’t breathe.” The words scraped out, part joke, part truth.
He chuckled against my skin, breath hot and uneven. Then, carefully, he slipped out of me, rolling to the side with a quiet sigh. I turned toward him, and he didn’t hesitate—pulling me into a slow kiss, one hand at my jaw.
My hand slid over the warm stretch of his back, tracing the muscle there, inching closer until nothing separated us. He kissed me like he couldn’t stand the thought of stopping.
“How was that?” His voice was soft against my mouth.
I smirked. “Fishing for a score?”
Atty laughed quietly, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, if it were—elevens across the board. You definitely broke the scoreboard.”
“Noah…”
I brushed my nose against his. “It was perfect, sweetheart.”
He nodded against my forehead, pressing a kiss there before slowly untangling from me.
“Wait—where are you going?” I asked as he sat up and pulled on his boxers.
“Just grabbing something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
I tried to tug him closer, but he was already up and gone. I flopped onto the bed, dragging my fingers through my hair, getting stuck in the knots.
We just had sex.
A grin took over my face.
And more important than that—he told me he loved me. Again.
I closed my eyes, holding the weight of it in my chest, where it ached and settled all at once.
Was this mine now? Was he really mine again?
Atty came back, closing the door softly behind him. The bed dipped as he climbed on, a cloth in one hand, a glass of water in the other.
He set it within reach, unhurried. “I got you water.”
“Thanks.”
He wiped my chest first. “Turn on your side.”
I obeyed, and he cleaned between my thighs, between my cheeks. I couldn’t stop staring at him. At this perfect man, naked and flushed, hair mussed, and focused entirely on me.
“I need to ask you something.”
His gaze flicked up, brows lifted. He tilted his head, silently encouraging me.
“It’s kind of silly,” I said, swallowing around the lump in my throat. “But…I don’t know. Maybe it’s necessary?”
Atty’s fingers found my cheek, caressing it gently. “Ask me.”
I braced myself again—like I always had. It was a reflex at this point.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” My voice was far smaller than I meant it to be. I cleared my throat. “You know. Again?”
His lips curved into a dashing smile—dimples and all—as he started to nod. “Yes, Noah. I want to be your boyfriend. Again.”
My grin was unstoppable, the rush of emotion overwhelming in the best way.
So maybe this was mine.
“Get back in here.”
He turned off the lights and crawled back into the creaky bed, wrapping himself around me as I looped my arms around his neck and gave him a million kisses wherever I could reach.
“I love you, Atty,” I said against his skin.
“I love you too.”
I closed my eyes, sinking into the warmth of him. The weight of him. The quiet that settled around us like a blanket.
Because this—this right here—was probably the happiest I’d ever been.
And I wanted it to last forever.