Chapter 27 #3
“Do you like that?” His breath was hot against my lips.
“I fucking love it,” I said with a laugh. “Do you?” I lifted my hips, then dropped again, grinding slowly. “Do you like watching me fuck myself on our fingers?”
Atty didn’t answer right away. When I opened my eyes, his gaze met mine—molten, burning with hunger.
Maybe it was too much. Maybe I was being too possessive. But god, I loved that I was the only one who got to see him like this. The only one who could draw this kind of fire from him.
“Are you going to stay up there?”
“Do you want me to?”
His nod was immediate.
I smiled. “You want to watch me ride your cock like this?” To make my point, I lifted myself again and rolled back down on our hands.
“Yes.” The word tumbled out, like he couldn’t say it fast enough.
I straightened my back and withdrew our fingers.
I laced our hands together and pinned them beside his head.
With my other, I steadied his cock. The blunt tip pressed against me, and I circled my hips slowly, teasing, loving the way his eyes fluttered shut.
How it made his long lashes fan over his cheeks.
Then I sank down—inch by inch—until he was fully seated inside me.
His lips parted in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut and neck taut as he pressed his head back against the pillows. I loved watching the pleasure on his face. There was nothing like it—seeing that stony facade crumble to shambles.
I rocked my hips over his, drawing out a low, throaty growl.
“Give yourself a minute,” he murmured, one hand anchoring my hip, holding me still.
I shook my head. “I want to watch you come undone. And I want it now.” I grabbed his other hand, threading our fingers together to match the grip of the first. Then I moved, rocking over him with intent.
Atty groaned, his knees bending up beside me.
I leaned my forehead to his, studying every twitch and flicker in his expression—but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.”
“So fucking good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, eyes catching mine and refusing to let go.
That’s it. “Do you want me to take it fast?”
“No. Slow. Do it slow.”
I didn’t hesitate. I lifted my hips and lowered them again, careful to follow his rhythm. “Do what slow?”
“Fuck yourself,” he whispered.
I moaned loud enough to make him smile.
He began thrusting up to meet me—not rough, just his body chasing mine. Every drag of his cock sent sparks ricocheting up my spine, each wave of pleasure sharper than the last.
“Tell me, Atty,” I panted, breath hot against his mouth. “Please, tell me.” I tried to keep it slow, but the pleasure we kept building made my rhythm falter and break.
“What do you need?” His fingers tightened almost painfully around mine.
“Tell me that you like it. That I’m making you feel good.” The words rushed out. I moaned again and, helplessly, added, “That I’m being good for you.”
Heat crept up my neck. I couldn’t look at him.
He tugged gently at my hands, asking without words for me to let go. When I did, he cupped my face instead, our foreheads still pressed together as my hips slowed.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he said in a quiet, awed voice, like he couldn’t believe this was real.
The words slid down my spine and settled warm in my gut.
His eyes widened just slightly. “That’s what you like.” He breathed it out in wonder.
I looked down at him, lip caught between my teeth, trying to keep it together. “Yeah,” I admitted, voice wrecked. “I do.”
He held the silence for a moment, just long enough to make it ache.
Then—
“Look at you.” One hand slid down to grip my hip again, grounding me in place as he thrust up slowly, the other stroking my cock. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this.”
I moaned again. Sharp. Breathless. “Fuck, Atty—”
“Please don’t stop. I love the way you move.” His lips brushed mine, voice hypnotic. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”
I whimpered. Couldn’t help it.
“You like being good for me?”
I nodded so fast it almost hurt. “I do. I want to be.”
His hand left my cock, sliding up my chest to press flat over my heart, fingers catching on my necklace. “You already are, baby. You don’t have to prove anything.”
But I still moved harder, faster. Still tried. Because even if I didn’t have to, it felt good to want to. To give him something and know it was enough.
I picked up the pace, eyes locked on his, his hand coming back to stroke me. Planting my palms on the bed, I pushed down onto him, letting each motion drive us closer to that breaking point.
Atty kissed me again, then broke away just enough to murmur between gasps:
“You’re perfect like this.”
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Every time you take me like this, I lose my mind.”
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now.”
His voice trembled. “You’re everything.”
My breath caught, hips stuttering for a moment before I pushed harder, grinding down. I wanted to hear more—needed it.
“Faster, baby,” he rasped. “Don’t hold back. Let me feel all of you.”
I slammed down on him, over and over, all softness gone. We weren’t pacing ourselves anymore—we were chasing that edge.
“I love you, Atty,” I gasped, voice cracking against his mouth.
His arm curled around my waist, pulling me closer. “I love you too,” he said, eyes burning with it. “You’re everything I want. You’re so good for me, Noah.”
It was with those breathy words—words I never in a million years thought I’d hear from anyone, let alone from him—and a perfectly timed thrust that I came all over his chest. The orgasm sparked all the way down to my toes and consumed me before I even knew it had started.
I was gone—wrecked, undone, submerged in the flood of pleasure his cock, his hand, and his words had given me.
My arms trembled as I held myself above him, barely staying upright while he kept thrusting up into me. Each movement was rougher now—erratic and hungry, on the brink.
“Come inside me, sweetheart.” I placed a kiss over his open lips. “I want to keep you there.”
A deep, guttural groan tore out of him. He thrust as far as he could, hands locking around my hips like a vice, and let go inside me—exactly the way I’d asked.
Then he pulled me down against his chest, burying me in his warmth. My nose brushed his neck, and I breathed him in—sweat, cum, and the soft remnants of his aftershave. It was heaven.
His chest heaved under me as he struggled to catch his breath. I traced lazy circles over his ribs, sinking into the moment with him, letting the afterglow blur everything else. Eventually, he shifted, and as his cock slipped out, we both shuddered as the sensitivity hit.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Atty asked quietly.
I knew what he meant.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Felt weird asking for praise when I was acting like an asshole half the time. Didn’t think I deserved it.”
His arms tightened around me, holding me closer. “I love you, Noah,” was all he said.
But it was everything.
I smiled faintly against his skin. “You knew exactly what to say.” I huffed a laugh. “You been holding out on me, or are you secretly reading kink forums when I’m not looking?”
He chuckled, warmth spilling out with the sound. “Didn’t have to.”
“Why not?”
“Because I pay attention. Because I know you. And that makes it easy. Nothing’s an act—it’s just natural.”
Fuck if that answer didn’t wreck me further.
I could feel my eyes burning, so I shut them and let myself drown in him, in the weight of his embrace, in the comfort of his voice. Even if my body remembered how to move, I didn’t think I could ever convince my heart there was a reason good enough to leave his warmth.