Chapter Fifty-Three #2
AJ was still out cold, so I went ahead and made my way carefully into the bathroom, braced for pain, but finding nothing but stiffness and weakness in the leg as I walked in the bulky boot.
I stripped and finally enjoyed a plastic-free shower for the first time in, what, seven weeks? Something like that.
It was pure fucking bliss.
Save for seeing the comparison between my legs. My one, darker, healthy leg with a defined calf. The other, pale and withered-looking, that calf almost half the size of the other.
It was insane how quickly you could lose muscle mass when you weren’t using a part of your body.
I was actually excited for the physical therapy I was starting the following week, knowing they would work on strengthening me back up.
I slipped my boot back on, then slipped on a pair of lightweight pajama pants before making my way down toward the kitchen, then starting to make some food for AJ.
I was no chef, but I tossed together a couple of fried eggs with cheese on bagels, and by the time I was setting them on plates, I heard AJ moving around in the bedroom before making her way toward me.
“Oh, hey,” she said, a little sleepily. Until her gaze moved over me, lingering a long while on my chest and abs before moving down and landing on the boot.
“Look at you!” she said, her gaze slipping back up to my face, a smile breaking across her pretty face, making both those dimples etch deep. “You’re free!”
“That cast-free shower felt so fucking good,” I admitted, nodding. “Sit. I made some food,” I said, watching as she moved over to the table, sitting down, and watching me walk toward her.
It was a slow and clunky gait, sure, but, God, it felt good to be moving again.
I went back for our cups of coffee, and was surprised to find my leg muscles were actually a little tight already from the movement.
It was going to be a long road to a hundred percent again.
But these were the, quite literal, first steps. And I was happy to take them.
“How does it feel?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
“The area of the break doesn’t hurt, but my muscles are definitely not used to walking.”
“You should probably be taking it easy for a few days,” she said. “What’s that guilty look for?” she asked, playfully narrowing her eyes at me.
Christ, she was reading me so well already.
“I am supposed to be using crutches at least some of the time,” I admitted.
“Atlas!” she said, shaking her head at me.
“I’ll use them sometimes,” I told her, not sure how honest I was being.
AJ made me let her do the dishes afterward, insisting I needed to rest.
I went ahead and let her get started, then slowly made my way up behind her, my arms going around the sides of her body, grabbing the counter, caging her in.
She tensed for a second, then melted against me, letting out a deep breath.
She rinsed her hands, then turned off the water, leaning back into me as my lips found the shell of her ear, and started to tease down it.
“Been thinking about nothing but getting my hands on you again,” I admitted, lips pressing into the pulse point in her neck, feeling how quickly her heart was already beating for me.
A little moan escaped her as she angled her head to the side, inviting more contact.
I was happy to oblige.
My hand moved inward on the counter, then slid across her belly, feeling the way a shiver coursed through her.
“Me too,” she admitted, voice small, still a bit unsure of herself. We’d work on that.
My hand slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving down, finding her already wet for me.
My thumb went right to her clit, working it in the slow, firm circles she liked best, as my fingers slipped down and moved inside of her, her pussy tightening around my fingers, welcoming me in.
And, fuck, I was dying to feel myself inside of her again.
Just not quite yet.
I wanted her moaning for it, begging for it.
So I worked her with my thumb and fingers, making her head fall back on my shoulder as her ass ground against my cock.
My other hand slid under her shirt, brushing and squeezing, then working her nipples into tight buds as her whimpers became moans as her pussy tightened around my fingers.
“Atlas, please,” she pleaded.
“Please, what?” I asked. “Please let you come around my fingers?” I asked. “Or please let you come around my cock?” I asked, feeling her walls tighten in response. “My cock?” I asked when she didn’t answer.
“Yes,” she cried, rocking her ass against it.
I reached in my pocket for the condom I’d stuffed in there—just in case—, ripping it open with my teeth, then slid my fingers out of her panties to slide it on.
Finished, I reached for her shirt, yanking it off, and tossing it to the side, then pressing her forward, so her ass was angled out toward me.
Taking a step back, I drew her panties down over her ass and legs before moving in, teasing my cock between her thighs, rocking against her for a moment, before sliding back to press against her.
A pained little whimper escaped AJ as my cock stayed against her, but didn’t move inside.
“Atlas, please,” she begged, rocking back into me until my cock started to penetrate her.
A whimper escaped her, taking what was left of my control.
Grabbing her hips, I slammed deep, taking every inch of her, feeling her walls close around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to pull myself together, not wanting to be as rough with her as my body was aching to be.
But it only took a few seconds before she was slamming back into me, silently begging for exactly what I wanted to give her.
I didn’t hesitate then, using her hips to slam her back into me as I thrust forward, hearing her moans fill the room each time.
It wasn’t long before she was doing the slamming back for me, freeing my hands to slide up and grab her tits, feeling them bounce hard with each thrust.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned as she tightened. “Come for me, baby.”
Just like that, she was, her walls spasming hard, nearly taking me with her.
But I wasn’t done quite yet.
I just fucked her through it until she went down on her forearms on the counter, panting for breath.
Then I reached for her, turning her, and pressing her back against the counter again, my lips sealing over hers as my hands drifted over her body.
Down her spine, over her hips, up her belly, then covering her breasts again, teasing her until she was whimpering for me once again.
Reaching down, I hiked up her leg, spreading it wide for me, then slowly slipping inside of her, watching the way her face twisted in pleasure as I filled her.
Part of me was aching to fuck her hard and fast, to get to my release.
But there was something about the sweet vulnerability on her face that had me taking it slow, sliding in and out slowly, watching the way her lips parted, her breath exhaled, her eyes widened, then slitted small as she whimpered.
Despite the slow pace, she was pushed toward that edge in moments, her whole body tensing, her moans getting louder and louder, then her pussy clenching my cock as she came.
I buried deep, letting her orgasm take me toward mine, groaning as I planted deep.
“You need to sit,” AJ insisted sometime after, both of us just trying to get some calm back into the chaos of our systems.
I wanted to object.
But my leg was achy.
“If you insist,” I agreed, pulling out, yanking my pants back into place, then making my way to the bathroom, before planting my ass on the couch, putting my leg up on the coffee table for relief.
“If you overdo it, it’s only going to take longer to heal,” AJ reasoned, climbing onto the couch beside me in her shirt and panties, and I couldn’t help but reach out and place my hand possessively on her thigh.
“Yeah, I got the lecture from King and the doctor today.”
“And yet…” she said, brows raised, lips twitching.
“I’ll be happy to keep my ass planted here for the rest of the day if you stay here with me.”
Her smile was sweet as she ducked her head, then settled down, resting it on my shoulder, her legs draped over my lap.
As my arm went around her, I had this sneaking suspicion that I would be happy to spend every evening just like this one. With her. At home. A different kind of adventure, sure, but one that still somehow filled me with anticipation for what was to come.