Chapter Thirty-One
Thirty-One
Atlas
“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Tegan said when I pulled the truck to a stop in front of her home.
“I’m glad you had a good time.”
I was ecstatic that my friends liked her, and it seemed mutual on her end.
“Are you coming inside?” she asked, staring at me expectantly.
I swallowed hard, remembering our conversation from earlier. “I’d love to.”
Tegan was already out of the truck by the time I scrambled over to her side. We stepped onto her front porch, and I held the screen door open for her while she unlocked the front door.
She flicked on a light in the foyer, and I followed her inside.
The interior of the cottage was just as cute as the outside, warm and cozy with mismatched furniture. It was clear it hadn’t been updated, but I loved the lived-in feel rather than the coldness of my new construction. The cottage had character. Good bones.
“Make yourself at home,” she said, setting her keys and purse on the coffee table. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Some water would be great.”
While she grabbed me something to drink, I poked around the living room, checking out the bookshelves lining the walls. They were filled with romance novels, a few popular manga titles I recognized, and of course, books on baking.
“I didn’t know you were such a big reader,” I called out to her. I pulled one of the books off the shelf and flipped it over, reading the back cover to learn it was some sort of romance novel about aliens on an ice planet.
“I got it from my mom,” she said, rattling around in the kitchen. “I started sneaking her romance books when I was a tween and never looked back. Do you read?”
“No reading.” I slipped the book back onto the shelf and made my way over to the couch. “Just video games.”
“So, you’d be down to just chill in the same room as me,” she said, popping back into the living room. “You could play video games and I could read?”
“Sounds like heaven to me,” I said as she passed me my drink.
She sat on the couch, patting the cushion next to her. “Have a seat.”
I took a sip of my water and set it on the coffee table—making sure I used one of her flower coasters underneath it.
When I sat down next to her, I felt the couch strain under my weight. Gods, I hoped I didn’t break it. If we were going to hang out at her house more, I’d have to make some updates to her furniture—or replace it with something sturdier if she’d let me.
Tegan’s shoulder was pressed against mine, and we sat there in tense silence, like we weren’t sure who should make the first move.
The need I had for her earlier bubbled up to the surface until I couldn’t take it anymore.
She had to be closer. I wanted to touch her, and taste her, and fuck her.
Feel the warmth and the weight of her body.
“Come here,” I growled, gravelly and low, reaching for her. I gripped her hips and shifted on the couch, lying back and pulling her on top of me. She was rigid at first, but after a few moments in my arms, I felt her relax.
I brushed her hair to one side, kissing the exposed column of her neck, paying special attention to the place where her neck met her collarbone. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and she smelled so fucking good.
“Atlas,” she groaned, arching her body from the sensation.
My name coming out of her like that, all throaty and rough, spurred me on.
I pushed my knee between her legs, propping it up slightly to press against her pussy. She was wearing a dress with a pair of bike shorts underneath, and I could feel the heat—the need—radiating off her.
She started to rock her hips, grinding against my thigh, letting out some of the sweetest moans I’d ever heard.
“That’s it,” I purred. I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, and she sucked in a breath, bucking against me. “Use me, baby. Use me to make yourself come.”
“There’s no way I can get off like this.” She said it confidently, but I took it as a challenge.
“Want to bet?” I grabbed her hips, taking control of her movements, sliding her up and down my thigh.
She dug her fingers into my fur, grabbing tight fistfuls to steady herself while she rode my leg.
“Atlas—I—I can’t,” she protested, panting hard.
“Yes, you can.”
She shook her head, burying her face in my neck.
A laugh rumbled out of me. She was just too fucking cute.
I released her hips, bringing my hands down to grab her ass, increasing the pressure and really driving her pussy down onto my leg.
“Do you want to hear about all the ways I want to fuck you?” I whispered in her ear. “Will that help?”
She nodded, like her mind was too preoccupied to form a verbal response.
“First, you’re gonna dry-hump me until you get off,” I rasped. “I want your pussy slick and sensitive, and your body all nice and relaxed for me.”
Her breathing picked up, so I increased the pace, really reading her body.
“Then I’m going to take you into your bedroom and toss you onto your bed.
I’m going to rip off your clothes and feast on your pussy.
Lick you from top to bottom until you’re a squirming mess, begging me to get you off again.
Then I’m going to swirl my tongue over your clit.
Tease you until you come all over my face.
Tease you until you beg me to fuck you.”
I sucked on her neck, and she moaned my name, spurring me on.
“Then I’m going to flip you onto your belly, pull out my cock, and fill you up with one thrust. Bury my cock in that tight little cunt over and over again, until you scream out my name.”
“Fuck, I want that,” she moaned, her movements growing frantic.
“You have to get off first.”
I wanted her to come. Needed her to come like it was my life’s mission to bring her pleasure.
My cock was rock hard, and it was like we were fucking through our clothes, hips moving and hands gripping, a heated tangle of bodies testing the very limits of her couch.
I was close. So fucking close. I wanted us to take that leap together, even if it meant coming in my pants like a pup.
“Come for me, Tegan,” I growled, licking her throat, raking my teeth over her pounding pulse.
Her grip tightened in my fur, her thighs clamping around mine as she came with a high-pitched moan.
I reached for her chin, tipping her head back slightly so I could stare at her pink cheeks and hooded eyes, see the sweet sounds of her pleasure tumbling past her lips.
That did it. My spine tingled and my balls tightened, and I gripped her chin, watching the way her eyes widened when I came with a loud groan.
Tegan rode my thigh for a few more beats, her body quivering as she chased every bit of her orgasm she could.
When she finished, she rose up on shaky knees, planting her hands on my chest to stare down at me. “Did you just—”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly. I was only slightly embarrassed. Between the noises Tegan was making and how good it felt to have her riding my thigh, I just couldn’t help myself.
She bit her lip, grinning. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Really?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
She nodded. “The fact that I got you off without touching you? Hell yeah.”
I leaned forward, burying my claws into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a slow kiss.
“So,” she said, when she finally pulled away. “There were some things I was promised.”
“Oh yes.”
I bolted upright, hiking her under my arm like she was a tote bag, and she let out a little shriek.
“Atlas,” she protested—weakly, I might add.
“Which way is your room?” I asked.
“Down the hallway, first room on the right.”
I followed her instructions, carrying her down the hall toward her room.
“Why do you always manhandle me?” she giggled.
“Because I can,” I grunted, nudging her bedroom door open. “Do you have a problem with that?”