Chapter 20 #3
“Well, he knows there was a storm. Hell, why didn’t he provide you with any backup batteries or heat sources?” I grind down on my teeth. “He should have taken care of you.”
She rubs my chest. “Hey, maybe we don’t talk about the what-ifs and just focus on the fact that I’m grateful you came and got me and I’m grateful that I’m here, with you, in front of this fire . . . fully satisfied.”
That brings a smile to my lips. “Well, I wouldn’t say ‘fully satisfied.’ If I had condoms, this would have been a different night.”
Her thumb rubs against my skin. “You know, I’m on birth control and I haven’t had sex since the last time I got tested. You wouldn’t have to use them if you didn’t want to.”
That makes my breath catch in my chest, because I’ve never gone without a condom . . . ever.
I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth from the mere thought of it. “Probably, uh . . . probably not the best thing to say to me.”
She chuckles. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve never . . . I’ve never gone without a condom, and after the way you just humped the fuck out of my dick, I’ll probably paw at you way too much.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
I tug on her shirt, pulling it up so my palm meets her skin, and that’s when I feel that she’s not even wearing her thong.
God, she’s going to kill me.
“Better watch what you wish for.” I kiss the top of her head. “But I’ll be good. I don’t want you too cold. Your body is worn down. I probably shouldn’t have even started . . . touching you, but Christ, I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Well, I’m glad you did. I really liked how you played with me, how you took charge.”
“Yeah?” I ask, surprised that she’s talking about it. Also something I’ve never had, communication after sex. Every woman I’ve been with has been on the shier side. Which is fine, no judgment, but Betty is different. In an extremely positive way, that’s for sure.
“Yeah.” She kisses my chest again.
“Good to know. Let me check on your socks.” I lift up and pat them. They’re warmed but not too hot, so I lift the blankets and put her socks on for her. When I glance up and find her smiling at me cutely, I know I’ve hit the goddamn jackpot.
“Thank you,” she says as I lie back down. “Now stop getting up. You’re letting the heat out, and you keep disturbing my comfort.”
I laugh. “Sorry, babe.”
“Babe, huh?”
I shrug. “Do you prefer darling? Sweetie? Tantalizing tits?”
“Tantalizing tits?” She laughs out loud. “Never been called that before.”
“Well, you should have, because your tits are easily the sexiest I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop,” she says, nudging at me. “That’s not true.”
“Betty.” I sit up, disrupting her comfort again.
I bring my fingers to the buttons of her shirt, undo the top few, and open the shirt, revealing her chest, and I love that she lets me.
“They fit perfectly in my palm.” I grip one and run my thumb over her nipple, hardening it.
“Responsive, slightly firm, and your nipples, so goddamn hard, like little pebbles. Jesus, they’re so fucking hot. ”
“So you coming on them”—she swallows—“was that you claiming them?”
My temperature spikes from that one word: coming.
“Yeah,” I answer, my mouth going dry. “You okay with that?” I run my finger over her nipple again.
She bites down on her lip and nods.
Christ.
Let go of her breast, dude.
Lie back down.
Take a few deep breaths.
Do not overwork her.
I clear my throat and start to button her shirt back up, but she stops me. “What are you doing?”
“Trying not to take advantage of you.”
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage if I want it,” she answers.
Fuck. Those eyes, the way they’re pleading.
“Betty.” I clear my throat again. “It’s been a rough night, and I think—”
I go still when her hand connects with my half-hard cock.
“Fuck—” I whisper, trying to take a deep breath. “Betty, I really think—”
Her hand slips inside my boxer briefs, and I grow harder in her palm.
“Jesus.”
She pushes me to my back and then undoes the rest of her buttons, letting the shirt flap open again, giving me a perfect view right before she dips down and starts kissing my chest, grazing her lips over my pecs, her tongue lapping at my nipple, and then moving down to my stomach.
Fuck, I should stop her, I really should, but for the life of me, I can’t as her tongue runs over my abs, farther down, kissing, nipping, until she gets to the waistband of my boxer briefs where my cock is straining to be released.
Seriously? Seconds. It took her goddamn seconds to get me to a point where I’m sweating, needing her to do more.
She lifts up, gives me the most telling smirk I’ve ever seen, and then lowers my boxer briefs down my legs, leaving me completely naked to her.
“Oh my God, Atlas,” she says as she takes me all in.
Her satisfied expression turns me on even more, because I can see genuine appreciation and excitement in her eyes.
Wetting her lips, she leans down, her hard nipples dragging along my legs as her mouth kisses just below my belly button, right next to where my cock is straining, twitching, begging for her touch.
But she doesn’t give me what I want. Instead she kisses and licks around me while I feel her nipples scrape along my skin at the same time.
It’s torture.
But it’s so fucking good.
“Touch me,” I say. “Fucking touch me, Betty.”
I see her smile as she continues to kiss around me while her hand moves between my legs and her thumb lightly caresses the seam of my balls.
Immediately, my legs spread as I let out a large sigh. “Christ.”
It’s gentle.
It’s purposeful.
It’s driving me fucking mad.
She’s touching me in just the right spot to keep me turned on without giving me what I want.
I sit up on my elbows, taking in the scene before me, her beautiful face millimeters away from my dick, her lips torturing me, her thumb playing with me, precum slipping across my head.
“Betty. Fucking touch me.”
Her eyes glance up at me. Her sinful smile grows even larger as she keeps her gaze fixated on mine and peeks her tongue out, slowly licking the precum off my cock.
“Jesus fuck,” I growl, the faint stroke nearly making me come.
Her thumb strokes my seam one more time before she encircles my cock, applying pressure right before her mouth closes around the head.
“Fucking hell,” I yell as I fall back to the mattress and drape my arm over my eyes, my hips pumping gently into her mouth from the invasion of warmth that just surrounded me. “Fuck, I can’t . . . I need more.”
Her mouth tightens around my cock, her lips sucking as she moves me in and out, and it’s the best fucking feeling of my life.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Harder. Suck me harder.”
She squeezes my cock, pumping as she laps my head and then sucks again, applying such strong pressure that my orgasm starts to tingle up my spine, my legs going numb as all the muscles in my body begin to contract.
“Fuck, close.”
My balls tighten as she sucks even harder, really pulling.
“Betty, I’m . . . I’m . . .”
Her mouth pumps me faster.
Harder.
Her lips cinch around me like a vise, and before I can move her away, my balls tighten, my cock swells, and I come inside her mouth with a roar.
“Fuck,” I shout, tipping over the edge. Pure euphoria. She finishes me off, taking every last drop before I’m completely sated.
And as I lie there, trying to catch my breath, Betty licks me, fucking cleaning me off, and it’s so goddamn surreal.
“Come here,” I say, still lying down, floating back from the pleasure she just shot through me. “Sit on my face.”
“What?” she says, her eyes widening.
“You fucking heard me. Sit on my face.”
“Atlas—”
“Now,” I say with force.
She wets her lips and then straddles my chest, nervously moving forward. I offer her assistance, grab her ass, and pull her forward until her pussy lines up with my mouth.
And just from one deep breath, I know I’m going to be in fucking heaven.
I peek my tongue out and gently take one lap against her exposed clit. Fuck, she’s so wet.
“Oh God,” she says as I look up at her, her beautiful tits on display, her nipples hard, her teeth pulling on her lip. So I watch her as I swipe again . . . and again . . . and again, taking long languid strokes, loving how her breath changes.
I move my hands up her sides as the shoulders of her shirt fall, only hanging on by her elbows now.
Sexy.
So fucking sexy.
I drag my hands over her stomach, then cup and squeeze her breasts while swiping at the same time.
“Oh yes,” she whispers, her hips rotating over my tongue. Any insecurity she might have had is completely gone as she falls into the moment with her eyes squeezed shut and her head slightly tilted back.
I drag my thumbs over her firm nipples, pinching them ever so slightly while I flick at her clit faster with short, concise strokes, sending a wave of vibration through her. Her legs tighten around me, and her hands fall to mine as I continue to play with her nipples.
Her breathing sharpens.
Her body contracts.
And her mouth falls open as a feral moan falls past her delicious lips.
“Oh God, oh God . . . oh . . . f-fuck,” she screams as I continue to flick over and over, watching her build up to the point that she screams my name. She tightens around me, her orgasm rocketing through her beautiful body. “Fuck . . . fuck, Atlas,” she yells as she comes all over my face.
I’m obsessed.
I want her coming on my face every goddamn day.
After a few seconds, she unclenches and then rolls off to the side, her hand covering her eyes in disbelief as I move over to her, kissing along her neck until I reach her mouth and lightly kiss her on the lips.
When she moves her hands, letting me see her satisfied eyes, I smile down at her and say, “Stop tempting me. We need to sleep.”
“You’re the one who opened my shirt.”
“A shirt I’ll never be able to look at the same again. That’s yours from now on.”
She smiles. “Consider it taken.”
I lean down to kiss her again. “Okay, Christ, maybe I should sleep on the couch.”
“No, please don’t.” She clings to me. “I’ll be too cold without you.”
I press my forehead against hers. “Okay, but seriously, we sleep now.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s . . . clean up again, and then I’ll put another log on the fire. You get fully dressed, and we can sleep.”
“Cuddle and sleep.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yes, cuddle and sleep.”