Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
HECTOR
I kissed him with everything I had. I didn’t think my heart could feel so…full. Like it was too big for my chest. Like it was overflowing with a warmth that I wanted to bathe in.
I knew Atlas held affection for me. He was never one to hold back from showing his emotions. But hearing him say he loved me unlocked something for me.
The fear that he was going to get bored and leave one day hadn’t gone away, but I believed in the feelings we currently had. This moment was real, and he was here with me.
Atlas ground his hips up against me. His arms tried to pull me even closer despite me practically putting my entire body weight on him already. I could feel his pants filling, which naturally caused my cock to perk up.
He was breathless, eyes shimmering with lust, when the kiss finally ended.
“Call me that again,” he whispered the demand.
“What? Your name?”
“No. Love. I really liked hearing you call me that,” he admitted.
My heart fluttered and expanded more, if that was even possible.
“My love,” I told him. “I’ll call you that as many times as you want.”
He grinned. I leaned in for more kisses because I could never get enough of his lips, but he slipped through my arms and out from under me.
I couldn’t say I wasn’t disappointed by the sudden lack of Atlas in my arms, but I wasn’t going to push for anything he didn’t want. I sat up and tried to act casual while covering the tent in my pants.
Atlas grinned and held out a hand for me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, though I would have followed him anywhere he wanted.
He led me to his room. Shadow appeared from a dark corner and tried to follow me inside, but Atlas quickly blocked him with his foot.
“Sorry, but I plan on doing some very naughty things to your daddy that aren’t safe for kitty eyes,” he said and shut the door on him.
The only light inside the room was the faint glow of moonlight that peeked through the privacy film on his window, but I could still see the burning in his eyes when he turned to face me.
“Have you ever considered anal?” he asked breathlessly.
“I—”
I honestly hadn’t really thought about it. It wasn’t something Angelina had ever wanted to try, so I had no experience with it. But I wasn’t opposed to it if it was something Atlas wanted to do.
“I’m nervous, but I’d like to try it with you.” I paused, then added, “Just…go slowly, please. I’ve never, um, done anything back there before.”
Atlas’ eyes went wide. “Wait, are you saying you’d bottom for me?”
My face went hot. “Is that the one who, um, takes it up the ass?”
I realized I should have done more research on relationships between men, but I was too embarrassed. The only experience I’d had was with Angelina, and it wasn’t like we were experimental in the bedroom. And I really couldn’t have imagined I’d be in a relationship with a man one day.
I hadn’t expected to be with anyone at all after Angelina left me, but then Atlas came into my life.
Atlas’ cheeks were stretched wide with a grin, and I tried to push away the fear that I wasn’t enough. That he’d want someone with more experience.
Atlas walked me backward until the back of my knees hit his bed. He slowly sat me down and crawled onto my lap. It seemed to be one of his favorite positions, which worked just as well for me. I liked having him close to me like this.
“Yes. The bottom is the one being penetrated, and the top does the penetrating,” Atlas explained. I nodded and memorized these new-to-me terms.
“So, you’d really want to bottom for me?” Atlas asked again, his pretty eyelashes flashing at me.
It was too dark to see his expression clearly, but I could make out his easy smile.
“Is that not what you meant? I didn’t want to assume just because you’re the smaller one that you would be the, um, bottom,” I said, feeling stupid. I wished I were more experienced for him.
I didn’t know if he sensed my emotions, but Atlas kissed me so hard I couldn’t think, even if I wanted to. I was breathless when the kiss ended, and he was smiling like he was proud of himself.
“I don’t mind topping if you want to try it, but I’m what you call a power bottom,” he said and swiped his shirt over his head.
“I’m not sure I know what that is.”
My hand automatically found its way to his chest. He kept it smooth by waxing. A “monthly maintenance,” was what he’d told me.
I’d caught him waxing himself in the bathroom one time when he’d forgotten to lock the door.
It was when we’d first started living together.
I’d stayed up all night thinking about his smooth chest, confused by the feelings seeing another man’s naked chest evoked in me.
And now I could touch him as much as I wanted.
Except Atlas climbed off my legs again, and my hands fell to my sides. He kicked off his pants, and I held my breath as he slid his briefs off.
In the dark, I couldn’t see much besides the faint outline of Atlas’ erection, but I knew from our previous times together that his cock was a sensual shade of pink and completely hairless from his monthly waxing maintenance. It was so different from mine.
Atlas opened my legs and fell onto his knees between them. “It means I like to be penetrated”—he undid the button of my jeans and released my hard cock from its constraints—“but I like to be in control.”
He gave me a singular long stroke before pressing a wet kiss to my dick. Precum slid down my length, and he used it as lube.
“You think you’ll be okay with that?” Atlas asked, stroking me until my entire length was wet with my precum.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough torture, his tongue replaced his hand in one long motion. He moaned like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
My breathing was ragged. I couldn’t get the air in fast enough, and if he’d been expecting an answer from me, he was going to be disappointed.
“Hector?” He pressed a kiss to my head and practically purred my name.
“I, um. Oh, fuck,” I moaned when he licked another stripe down my length.
His head rested on my thigh, and his nose nuzzled my dick like he was bathing in its scent. I’d never been this turned on before. I was dizzy with desire.
“What do you say, Hector? You okay with me doing what I want?” he asked again as his hot breath against my already burning skin caused a shiver to go through me.
“Yes, yes. Whatever. I’m yours to do whatever you want with,” I babbled. I wove my hands through his locks, wishing I could touch more of him.
Atlas looked up. A shadow of a smile was the only warning I got before his mouth took me all the way to the base. I was hitting the back of his throat, and fuck, did it take everything to keep from blowing.
He worked my cock until I’d slumped over and cradled his head. In this position, I had a clear view of his backside and his hand getting himself ready.
“I want to do that,” I said, though the words were practically gasped with how breathless Atlas was making me.
He glanced up, but his mouth never left me. His reply was strangled words that created delicious vibrations over me.
“Ah, fuck. Atlas, I need a minute. Please,” I begged. He released me with a loud pop and licked his lips like his sole goal in life was to seduce me. I focused on trying to catch my breath and keep a semblance of control over my overly stimulated body.
Atlas leaned forward, his chest pressed against my knees, and his hand still behind him. I pulled him up and placed him on my lap to kiss him.
“I want to help,” I whispered against his lips and feathered my palm down his spine.
Atlas hummed and used his hand to guide mine down his crack. “You’ll have to get me nice and loose if you want my hole.”
A feral noise sounded in the room. Had that come from me? It must have, because Atlas was staring at me with wide eyes that quickly squinted into a smile.
“I love when I make my man go crazy,” he said with another kiss. “Hurry and stretch me. I want you to drive me mad too.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped us so he was on his back. I kicked off my jeans and underwear and had my shirt over my head in seconds.
There was still a hint of insecurity about being completely naked in front of him. I surely didn’t have the type of body someone lusted after. I’d let myself go over the years, and my lower belly pooch was proof of that.
Atlas didn’t look turned off. He looked my body up and down like he was tracking his favorite meal. His legs bent and spread in invitation, and I was met with his hole.
It was too dark to see anything but the hairless wrinkles of his ass. It shouldn’t have surprised me that his monthly maintenance extended to here as well.
I rubbed the pad of my finger over his hole, slow and testing.
He twitched against my fingers, and the hum of pleasure Atlas let out had my cock jerking.
I wanted to take my time and explore this new part of his body that I’d never experienced, but I doubted either of us had the patience for that right now.
“Need you inside me,” Atlas said seductively. His hand was between his legs and guiding me again until my finger slipped inside.
He squeezed my finger so tight I wondered how I’d ever get my dick inside him. I hoped I wasn’t hurting him, so I froze and studied his expression.
“Yes, fuck. I knew your thick fingers would feel divine,” Atlas moaned and rocked his hips. That eased my fear of hurting him a bit.
I warmed him up with my fingers until he was relaxed under my touch, but there was too much friction when I tried sliding another digit inside.
“You’re so tight,” I murmured, which only had Atlas smirking.
“My favorite words,” he said and squeezed his ass as if to show off.