Chapter 12
12
WREN
T he moment the elevator doors slide shut behind the cast of Hawkes, we step back into his condo. Before I even have time to ask him how his night went, Atlas pins me against the door and his mouth is on me.
My neck.
My cheek.
My lips.
Consuming me like a starved madman who hasn’t seen me in months instead of a handful of hours when we’ve only been separated by one hallway.
Instantly, every nerve in my body responds, flaring to life, heat centering between my legs with his promise and his kiss.
God, yes…
A groan works its way up my throat, but despite me physically being very on board with where this is going, my brain forces me to push against his chest, urging him back, trying to catch my breath that he’s somehow already stolen. “What the hell are you doing?”
He complies by barely retreating, and lust simmers across his gaze. Red hot. Clear intent. “Kissing you. I thought that would be obvious.”
I smack him lightly on the chest. “You’re acting like you haven’t seen me for months. I’ve been across the hall for like four hours—tops.”
Atlas kisses the corner of my mouth, his hands wrapping around my waist to tug me up against him and feel his hard cock. “Too many hours.”
Chuckling lightly, I grip his T-shirt tightly in my fists. “Does that mean you didn’t have a good time with the guys?”
He drags his head back, and his gaze softens. “I did, but I would much rather spend time with you.”
“That’s sweet, Atlas, but we can’t be together twenty-four-seven.”
One of his blond brows rises. “How come?”
I gape at him. “Well, because that’s not healthy for any relationship.”
A slow grin spreads across his lips. “So…this is a relationship?”
Damn.
I squeeze my eyes closed, that rush of heat replaced by cool regret at my choice of words.
Light, calloused fingertips brush over my cheek. “Open your eyes and look at me, Little Bird.”
The genuine concern and affection in his gravelly voice make me do as he asks, even when I want to hide.
A satisfied smirk still tilts his lips. “I’m glad you’re finally admitting it.”
“Admitting what?”
His grip on my hip tightens as he tunnels his other hand into my hair, tilting my head up even more. “What I knew since the moment you came back. You were always mine.”
“Was I?”
He nods. “Of course…and I have a gift for you. It was delivered while you were across the hall.”
Little flutters of excitement rush through me. “What is it?”
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
He slides his hand from my hip to clutch my fingers and tugs me away from the door, leading me to the staircase and up to his bedroom.
A small rectangular black box with a red bow tied around it sits in the middle of the bed, almost ominously, and I raise a brow at him.
“You’re not going to tell me what’s inside?”
He shakes his head and inclines it toward the gift, releasing my hand. “Open it.”
Trembling with both anticipation and nervousness, I crawl across the bed and kneel, tugging the box into my lap.
Atlas watches me carefully from where he stands at the foot of the mattress, blue eyes darkening to an almost navy as he waits. His hands bunch and flex at his sides, as if he’s fighting the urge to tear into it for me or grab me again.
Whatever is in this box has him all kinds of wound up…
My hands shake as I take the bow off and slip the lid free to expose the contents. “You’re not serious.”
That lecherous grin I have already learned so well returns to his face, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Dead serious, Little Bird.”
I stare at the vibrator, nestled in velvet in the box—a long, hot-pink wand with a bulbous head that might as well be a jackhammer. “I told you, no sex…”
“I know your rule, Wren, and I fucking hate it.” He shifts forward until his knees bump the edge of the bed, as close as he can get, without physically joining me on it. “The last few nights have been absolute torture, making me sleep next to you, feeling your body pressed up against mine, and you not letting me touch you the way I want to.”
As if it’s been so fucking easy for me?
His strong arms around me. Hard cock pressed to my ass. My body throbbing for him…
I scowl at him. “Because I know if I let you touch me, we’re going to end up having sex.”
He smirks again. “Good. Then let’s just drop this whole stupid rule.”
Shaking my head, I tighten my grip on the box to give myself something to hold on to so I won’t leap across the space between us and actually take him up on the offer. Clearly, I’ve greatly underestimated how hard this would be for me.
But I know what needs to happen.
What’s more important than giving into our most base desires.
“No, you need to concentrate on your recovery, using all your energy for that and training.”
His brows drop low, his gaze moving to the box. “I thought you’d say that, which is why I got you that gift. If you’re not going to let me touch you and get you off, then you’re at least going to let me watch you get yourself off.”
Heat rushes over my cheeks, and I glance down at the gift again. “No, I can’t…”
Atlas climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me to take my face in his palms, brushing his thumb along my jaw reverently. “You can. Now, get undressed and lie on the bed.”
My body vibrates, anticipating the answer to the question sitting on the tip of my tongue. “What are you going to do?”
He smirks again, that classic Atlas look that would melt any woman’s panties, especially any who has experienced what being with him is truly like. “Watch the show.”
Oh, God…
His next kiss is hard and deep, an encouragement and assurance, and then he slides back off the bed and walks over to the low leather chair in the corner of the room. He tugs it to the end of the bed and slowly sits, his cock straining against the front of his jeans.
Fuck, he’s serious.
He really wants me to do this.
And he wants to watch.
Holy shit.
Sweat breaks out across every part of my body, and my hand shakes as I reach into the box and pull out the vibrator, almost as big as Atlas himself.
All sorts of buttons line one side, but I’m not even sure what they do or what I should be doing.
“Atlas, I don’t know what—”
He raises a brow as he reclines in the chair. “I have no doubt you know how to get yourself off, Little Bird. Start with your fingers, then use that. We’ll figure it out.”
Jesus.
The look in his eyes, that same feral energy he had the other night when he fucked me into oblivion.
I knew my no-sex rule was going to be difficult for both of us, but I never imagined it would lead to this. Though, I probably should have seen it coming. There was no way I was going to stop him from touching me for three months.
No way in hell.
Not when I crave it so much. Crave him so much.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze softening. “Look at me, Little Bird.”
I lift my eyes to meet his fully.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Watching you get off is my favorite thing in the world.”
His compliment makes my heart skip a beat, and I inhale deeply and let it out slowly, trying to stop my chest from constricting before it starts.
“Okay…”
Giving in to Atlas again.
It seems I don’t have any power where this man is concerned. No power to say no to him, at least.
He returns to his more relaxed position, watching me as I set the box on the mattress next to me, then slowly shift up onto my knees and reach for the hem of my T-shirt.
His eyes follow every movement, and as I pull it up and over my head and toss it to the floor beside the bed, a low rumble of approval reaches me. A darkened, hooded gaze immediately drops to my cleavage spilling out of the top of my bra. The look of approval there urges me to continue, and I reach back and unhook it, letting the straps slide down my arms.
Atlas shifts in the chair, like he’s getting uncomfortable.
Maybe he isn’t the one in control here.
Maybe it really is me.
Because right now, I’m pretty sure I could ask him to do anything and he would…
“Keep going, babe.”
His low, husky command sends goosebumps skittering over my bare skin, and I reach down to the waistband of my pants and slide them down, along with the thong, in one motion, then shift back onto my ass to pull them free and kick them off to the side with the rest of my clothes.
Now fully bare, completely exposed, with the light streaming in from the bathroom falling on the bed, it’s almost like I’m center-stage at the Hawkeye Club.
Only instead of reaching for the pole, he wants me to grab the vibrator.
“They said it comes fully charged and ready to go, but I want to see you use your fingers first. Show me how you get yourself off that way…”
Fuck. Am I really going to do this?
I glance at him again, and that liquid heat pools between my legs from the way he looks at me.
Hungry.
Possessive.
Barely restrained.
And like I’m his complete world.
Shit, I am doing this.
I shift back on the bed and lean my shoulders against the headboard, spreading my legs wide, giving him the full view with the bathroom light falling squarely on me.
He issues a little growl that rolls across my skin and makes my pussy clench, and I slide my hand over my stomach to that throbbing point at the apex of my thighs, ready to give him exactly what he wants.
ATLAS
Watching Wren’s fingers glide through her already-glistening core might make me erupt on the spot. My every wet dream come true. And I have to fight every fiber of my being that urges me to lunge at her off this chair and do whatever it takes to convince her to drop her no-sex rule.
So I can taste her.
Touch her.
Make her come undone a dozen different ways.
To experience knowing I can do that to her and see the beauty that is Wren Mason in the throes of orgasm because of me .
But the woman seems determined—the kind of determined that I’m not going to get past by forcing things beyond where we’re at in this moment. Which is a pretty fucking good spot, all things considered.
When I ordered her gift, I wasn’t even sure I could get her here.
Wren may be more than willing to boss me around when it comes to exercises and my recovery, but in the bedroom, she still hasn’t found her full voice. She keeps herself bottled up. And tonight, I want her to blow that cork.
I unbutton my fly and free my cock, finally getting a hint of relief from the incessant throb that’s afflicted me since the moment I got her alone. Wren’s eyes immediately dip to my hand as I take my length in it and stroke myself. Her breath hitches, and she swirls her finger up around her clit, biting her bottom lip.
“Just like that, Little Bird, but I want to hear you.”
Unrestrained.
Mad with need.
That’s how I always want her.
She shakes her head slightly, the combination of embarrassment and lust pinkening the skin across her breasts, up the unmarred side of her neck, and over her cheeks.
“Let. Me. Hear. You. I want to know that you’re making yourself feel good if you won’t let me do it.”
I twist my hand as I reach the head of my cock and bite back a groan when my balls already start to tighten up.
Fuck .
This is going to be embarrassingly short, but watching her pleasure herself might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And we haven’t even gotten to the toy lying beside her on the bed.
She releases her lip from between her teeth, red and plump, and fuck , do I want to go over there and kiss her. But I force myself to stay in the chair, leaning back, stroking my cock.
All I want to do is ram it into her sweet, hot, tight cunt that feels like it was meant for me.
“You know what I would be doing right now if we dropped your rule?”
The corners of her mouth twitch. “I have an idea.”
The words come so breathy and forced that I know she’s close.
She has to be.
Her hips shift, rolling as she moves her hand, gliding her slickness up over her clit, rolling her fingers faster, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp.
A few moments of touching herself and watching me stroke my cock and she’s ready to come, just like I am.
“Are you close, Little Bird?”
She nods as she swirls her finger around again and dips it down into her arousal and back up. Her movement becomes faster and more frantic. And I match her urgency, tugging on my cock, remembering the bliss of being inside her only days ago.
Fucking hell.
I never knew anything could be as hot as fucking Wren, but this might actually top it. “Grab the vibrator.”
Her hand stills, and she hesitates for a second before she reaches for it and presses one of the buttons on the handle. The tiny machine bursts to life, the buzzing noise filling the room.
She locks her gaze with mine, waiting for me to tell her what to do.
Wanting my direction.
Wanting to please me as much as herself.
Fuck, this woman is sheer perfection.
“Run it all over yourself. Your inner thighs. Your cunt. But avoid touching your clit right away.”
She gives me a little nod and does it as I continue to rub my length, trying to stave off the orgasm that wants to come with every little breathy moan that floats from her lips.
Each minute shift on the bed ratchets her higher.
The vibrations against her skin make her spread her legs even wider, bracing her heels into the mattress.
“That’s it, Little Bird. Now…rub it up over your clit. Show me how you make yourself come.”
“Shit…”
The word tumbles from her lips as she does what I ask and shifts it over the tiny nub at the apex of her thighs.
She jerks at the contact, and her eyes slam shut as her body arches. Writhing back and forth, adjusting her position, Wren angles her wrist to get the toy in exactly the right spot.
“That’s it, Little Bird. Right there. Tell me how it feels.”
“I can’t. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you’re doing that.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “You.”
The satisfaction of hearing that single word shouldn’t be so complete and life-affirming, but it fills my chest and makes my balls draw up so tight that I know it’s going to be a matter of seconds before I blow my load.
“Me doing what?”
A strangled groan falls from her mouth, and she shifts again, changing the angle.
Her panting picks up. Sharp, quick intakes of breath from a heaving chest. For a split second, I pause.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. Maybe it’s too much for her lungs and she’ll get overworked…
No, she would stop if she needed to.
She knows her body better than I do. What she’s capable of taking—
“Your head between my legs, your tongue on me…”
“Fuck. Yes, Wren. That’s exactly what I want to do right now.”
Her hips bow up.
“I want to shove my tongue into your cunt and make you come down my throat, and then, when I’m done, put my cock right there where my tongue was.”
She arches and comes on a cry that fills the room over the sound of the vibrator. And watching the pure bliss float across her face, her entire body convulse and come up off the mattress, is all it takes for my orgasm to rip from me.
“Fuck!”
Hot spurts of cum shoot out of the head of my cock and all over my hand. I force my eyes to stay open so I can keep watching her as the pleasure courses through me.
That same bliss I always feel when I’m with her.
When I think about her.
Even when I hear her name.
She starts to come down at almost the same time I do, sagging against the mattress as I do back into the chair. Panting with her eyes closed, she drops the vibrator still going onto the mattress beside her, legs splayed wide open for me.
And her glistening pussy is just way too tempting to leave like that.
I climb from the chair and take the two steps to the edge of the bed, then climb up on it, using my clean hand to shove my pants down far enough to allow me to move better. “Wren, baby, that was fucking hot.”
Her eyes just flutter open to meet mine, and the corner of her lips tilts up. “Was it?”
I nod and hold up the evidence on my hand before I dip my head and drag my tongue through her release. She arches into me, groaning and burying her fingers in my hair, dragging her nails along my scalp as I set to work working her over, trying to lap up every last drop. Needing it as much as I do the oxygen in the air. And when I flick my tongue up over her engorged clit, she flinches and tightens her grip on my hair.
“Fuck. Too much.”
“It’s not too much, Little Bird. You can come again for me.”
She shakes her head, and I strike over it again as she trembles, her legs tightening around my neck.
“Just like that, Little Bird. You’re going to come for me as I push my cum up inside you.”
A little gasp fills my ears as I slip my fingers, still covered in my own cum, up inside her, coating her already slick cunt with my release. Pushing it deeper. Glazing every fucking centimeter of her cunt the way I would if my cock had been inside her when I came.
She bows up into my touch, clutching my head, dragging me even closer as I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing my jizz all along her inside as I work her over with my tongue until she comes again—harsh and fast.
“Atlas!”
My name echoes around the room as her nails dig into my skin and her thighs tighten around my neck and twist so hard that it feels like she might pop my fucking head off.
I don’t even care.
She may be set on this no-sex rule, and it just may kill me, but I’ll take anything Wren will give me, including a violent death between her legs.