Chapter 15 #3
“Fuck, Atty. If you wanted to fuck, I’m not gonna make it.” I groaned, arching my back and grinding into his mouth.
He paused just long enough to mutter, “I can make you come twice,” before diving back in.
I closed my eyes and gave in. Whatever he wanted—if he wanted to wreck me—I was his.
“That feels so fucking good,” I moaned into the crook of my arm.
Atty shifted for better leverage, his tongue plunging deeper as his grip tightened on my cock. He stroked me just right—so fucking right. How he knew exactly how to undo me, I’d never understand. It was like he’d memorized the Noah Sex Manual.
Or maybe he’d fucking written it.
“Fuck,” I gasped, teetering dangerously close to the edge.
He sucked again, slow and deep—and I was gone.
I came with a loud cry into my arm, my whole body trembling with release. Thank fuck he held me up, arms wrapped around my hips, or I would’ve melted into the floor.
He stood, still bracing me, as I struggled to catch my breath and get my thoughts back in order. His lips grazed my neck, sucking lightly, and his hard cock pressed hot and heavy against my lower back.
“Can you stand on your own?”
I huffed a breathless laugh. “You’re feeling very good about yourself, aren’t you?” I said, surprised I could even form words, let alone full sentences.
He pressed a kiss to my cheek, his grin warm against my skin. “Well, you did like it. Can you walk?”
“I think so,” I said, though I wasn’t sure at all.
His lips brushed over my ear. “I want to take you to bed,” he whispered.
Fuck. Me.
A shiver rolled through me—full-bodied, involuntary—from that simple statement. “You can take me anywhere you want.”
His breathless chuckle filled the small space between us, soft and sweet, before he tightened his arms around me and eased me off the wall. He left me beneath the spray to rinse off the cum I’d managed to get all over myself—and not just the wall—while he slid the door open.
“Uh-oh.”
I turned off the water. “What?”
“I forgot to bring in the towels.”
I plastered myself to his back, kissing every inch I could reach. My hand slipped around to his cock, giving it a squeeze. “So what? Col’s not here yet. We’ll mop up after you rail me.”
Atty sighed as I started stroking him. “But the floor…” he tried, until I twisted my hand over his crown, and his words trailed off.
“The floor will survive. Besides, I like you wet,” I said, dragging my other hand over his ribs and down to his ass. I hesitated for half a second, then gave it a light smack. The moisture on our skin made it sound incredibly satisfying.
Atty jolted, a shocked laugh bursting out of him. “Did you just spank me?”
I grinned into his back. “My hand slipped.”
Still laughing, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward his bedroom, trail of water be damned.
As soon as the door closed, we were on his bed, soaking the sheets as we kissed like we were starving. I felt almost giddy with anticipation, even though my body was still buzzing with aftershocks. His hard cock rubbed against my hip as he rutted down over me.
“Sweetheart, get the lube. Focus,” I said between kisses.
He nodded but didn’t move, diving right back into my mouth. It took a couple of minutes and a few halfhearted attempts before he finally broke away to reach for it.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
I raised an eyebrow, teasing. “What happened to Mr. I-can-make-you-come-twice?” If he weren’t already flushed, I was sure that would’ve turned the tips of his ears pink.
But then the corner of his mouth twitched playfully, surprising me. “Do you want to bet?”
“What?”
“That I can do it—and before I do too,” he said, tapping his forehead against mine.
I chuckled. “You’re really feeling yourself today.”
His smile turned into the full-dimple version, and I couldn’t help staring.
This was new.
The only time I’d seen him like this—confident, cocky, playful—was on the court. And even then, it was mesmerizing. But here, with me? In this way? I was about to melt into a goddam puddle.
I narrowed my eyes in challenge. “You’re on.”
His eyebrows arched, accepting, as he uncapped the bottle. He leaned down and latched onto my neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. His slick-covered fingers rubbed slow, tantalizing circles over my rim. I was still sensitive, and just that little touch made my thighs tremble.
He kissed a trail down my chest, stopping at my nipple. His tongue flicked over it, then his lips closed around it, sucking.
I gasped, threading my hands into his hair and holding him there. One of his fingers breached me easily, moving slow but sure.
I dropped my head back onto the pillows, closing my eyes, letting the sensation flood me. Yup. He was definitely going to get me hard again.
Atty moved down, licking along my navel, then lower, until his mouth found my cock—which was rapidly catching up to the rest of me. When he took me past his lips, I was a goner. He pulled his finger out and slid in two, giving me a moment to adjust before curling them on the way out.
Another indecently loud groan echoed through the room.
When he added a third, I was already moaning with every shallow thrust. My body clutched around his fingers, greedy for more, and then—suddenly—he pulled them out and leaned over me.
The night had settled around us, the room bathed in soft darkness. He reached for the lamp on his nightstand.
“Leave it off,” I said quickly.
He paused, then shook his head. “I can’t see you like that.”
I stilled.
This still got to me—still crept in at the corners when I wasn’t paying attention. And the way he looked at me now…he didn’t give a single fuck about the things that made me flinch at my own reflection. I could see that. Believing it was harder.
He turned the lights on. I sucked in my stomach instinctively, while he leaned back on his heels and reached for the lube again, slicking his fingers before adding more inside me, then coating his cock.
As he moved toward me, I started to roll onto my stomach.
“Stay like that,” he said gently, his hand steady on my hip.
I shook my head. “It’s easier like this.” Not a lie. A compromise.
He paused, eyes on mine, then released his hold, letting me shift onto all fours. I dropped my chest to the bed, spreading my stance.
Atty hummed behind me, one hand gliding down my spine, then pausing to rub over my rim with his cock.
He pressed forward, and my body welcomed him easily.
One slow, deep thrust, and he was buried to the hilt.
He stilled to let me adjust—just like he always did—kissing my neck as his hands swept over my sides, setting off tingles everywhere.
“Ready?”
I smiled to myself. “Game on.”
Atty pulled out—slow, almost excruciatingly so—then snapped his hips forward hard.
My breath hitched, caught off guard, and I started to say something, but he literally fucked the words out of my mouth with his thrusts. His fingers curled inward on my hips as he set a merciless pace. Each thrust landed with the sharp slap of skin and a dull bang against the wall.
One hand braced beside my head as he leaned in, so close his breath dragged over my ear. And still, his hips didn’t let up.
My breath stuttered. “F-fuck.”
“Hold out your hand.”
It took me a second to process what he meant. Then I reached out—the closest hand to him—and he promptly spit into it. Holy. Fuck.
“Grab your dick.”
“Isn’t that—” I started, but cut off with a choked gasp as he nailed just the right spot. “Cheating?”
His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I need both of my hands if I’m going to fuck you like you want me to.”
I closed my eyes tightly and did as he said. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, sparking higher when I wrapped my hand around myself and started stroking.
He bit down on my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. His lips moved lower, pressing slow kisses down the back of my neck, and then—
“Oh my god!” I cried, arching as his teeth sank into the nape of my neck.
I had no idea when he’d even learned that move, but fuck me, it felt incredible. Like a live wire had run from my spine straight down to my balls.
The pounding against the wall sped up. He released my skin just long enough to murmur, voice thick and husky, “Faster, baby?”
“Fuck, yes!”
He delivered—thrusting harder, faster, rougher—driving into me without restraint. I tried to match the rhythm with my hand, but my coordination was shot. My whole body was coiled tight, desperate to let go.
“You’re so good at this,” he groaned, voice trembling at the edges but still so hot, so fucking sure. His words curled around my spine like heat, winding tighter with every syllable. If he kept talking like that, I wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds.
“Yeah?” I moaned, breathless.
“You love taking my big cock, don’t you, baby?”
Fucking done.
It was so filthy and so unexpected coming from him that I couldn’t even brace for it. I whined through clenched teeth as I came hard. My hand flew over my cock, pulse after pulse spilling across the sheets beneath us.
“That’s it. That’s it…” His hips faltered as he buried himself deep, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, letting out a shuddering groan as he came.
After a moment, he eased out gently and slipped an arm around my waist, guiding me onto my side and pulling my back against his chest as we both fought to catch our breath.
“Wow,” I finally managed when words returned.
Atty chuckled. “Told you I could.” His voice was smooth, sated, and stupid sexy.
“I never want to be right again in my life if it means you’ll keep fucking me like that. You win. Forever. I’ll write it down and sign the damn contract.”
He let out a real laugh, the kind that made my chest feel too full. I smiled lazily and turned to him. His face was flushed and glowing, and fuck—I loved looking at him after sex. He always looked like he was lit from within. Like the fucking sex god angel that he was.
“Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “From you. As if that isn’t glaringly obvious?”
I started to laugh. Light at first. Then a bark. Then I lost it completely.
Apparently, he’d also fucked the last of my sanity out of me.
I rolled back onto my side and closed my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Atty. Every time I think this can’t get better between us, you prove me wrong.”
He kissed the top of my shoulder, then slumped back on the bed, his arms tightening around me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered with a smile.
Atty was everything.
There was a knock at the door. Neither of us moved much—just cracked our eyes open.
“Just wanted to inform you,” Colin called out. “That you’ve officially been demoted to worst roommate ever. And what the hell happened to the floor?”
I chuckled. Atty joined in.
“Also, do you two have another volume besides loud?” Colin added.
“Oh god,” Atty groaned, thoroughly embarrassed.
That only made me laugh harder. I buried my face in his chest, arms wrapped tight around him.
“I have to go fix that,” he mumbled.
“And change the sheets—they’re soaked.”
Atty sighed, kissed the top of my head, and slowly untangled from me.
I sat up, scanning the wreckage of the room. “Toss them over and I’ll do it. Get these in the wash too. Oh—and your laptop.”
He glanced back, sliding on a pair of shorts. “What?”
“We can look over the loan and the terms and stuff,” I said brightly.
He nodded, tossing me a shirt and some shorts before heading out of the room.
I smiled to myself.
This was perfect.
And now I even got to do something for him. Even out the playing field. Finally not be the one taking all the time.
Everything was working out.