19. ATLAS
Chapter nineteen
ATLAS
BATH, BED, AND BEYOND
He sucks me deep into his throat, and I cry out.
“Jesus Christ, Matthew. Oh god, that’s good.”
I can feel him smile around my cock and then he takes me deep again. The warm water streams down my back, and I reach out a hand to steady myself as the rolling waves of pleasure build.
He cups my balls, giving them a light pull, and I damn near come right then.
I try to tug him back up, but he swats my hand away and then grips my ass cheek, pulling me deeper into his throat.
I push my wet hair back and grip it in a tight fist at the back, hoping the ache will give me some control.
As much as I want to fill his throat, I also don’t want this to end, but the way he greedily sucks and slurps, circling my crown with his tongue, is firing every pleasure sensor in my body, and when he grips my balls again and lets one finger slide up to tease my entrance, I can’t hold on any longer.
I explode down his throat, my ass clenching in pulses as he sucks and licks every drop of me, big doe eyes peering up, wide smile on his face like I just gave him the best gift in the entire world.
I help him stand and kiss him deeply, the taste of me on his tongue. His hands rest on my sides, gentle, unsure, and I break away and close my hands over his, then bring his hands up to rest over the scars.
There’s no crawling sensation or gross shudder rolling through me; it’s warm and perfect and how I never imagined it could be.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I lean in and kiss him again. It’s short but sweet, and when I pull back this time, the nervousness in his gaze has been replaced by the same hungry stare that watched me fill his throat a moment before.
“I’ve never wanted anything more. I never thought I could have this, be touched and want it, crave it even. Let me put it clearly. If clothes had the same effect as your touch, I might never get undressed.”
“Wow, that good, hey?”
“Better than good, darlin. You’re fucking perfect.”
His mouth clashes with mine, and I’m shoved hard back against the side of the trailer.
His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach down and close my fist over him and work him slowly.
His palm moves up and down the back of my neck, over my shoulders, across my back.
It’s like he’s mapping the curves like a trail he doesn’t want to forget, and it’s incredible.
The nerves his touch activates are the opposite of what anything else brings; it’s pure pleasure, and I’m here for it.
He grips my hand between us, halting my pumps.
“Not yet, I want… Let’s get clean and go inside for more.”
As hard as it is to press pause on this, it’s harder to deny him what he wants, so I reach over and open a hidden compartment and grab out the soap and a loofah.
“Turn around,” I say, squeezing soap onto the loofa. “I’ll wash your back.”
“And then I get to wash you, right?”
“You can have whatever you want.”
“Good to know. I’ll hold you to that.”
“You better.”
The actual washing goes by in a blur of soap, bubbles, and kissing, edging us both, and when we finally head inside, I’m fully hard again, and all I want to do is taste him.
We dry each other off a little, and I slide the towel down his front slowly, crouching as I go, and when his cock springs up from under the fabric, I take my opportunity and suck him into my throat.
His hand immediately grips the back of my head, but instead of pulling away, he digs his fingers into the wet strands and starts fucking my throat with fevered thrusts.
He’s heavy on my tongue like before, and I take him deep, my throat opening for him then clenching slightly around his cockhead, trying to hold him there.
“Oh fuck, Atlas, I’m going to come,” he gasps, and I hold the back of his thighs tight, helping him to fuck my face harder, send his cock deeper. Then he cries out, and hot bursts of him flood my throat.
I swallow what I can, and what I can’t dribbles out the corners of my mouth until he comes down. I swipe what was lost with my finger, and holding his gaze, suck it into my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell,” he breaths, chest still heaving up and down, the low light coming in from the moon overhead illuminating the spattering of hair on his chest and the happy trail that leads down to his gorgeous cock. “Come back up here and kiss me. I want to taste us together.”
My cock throbs in response, and I’m up in a second, his mouth closing over mine as his greedy tongue swirls around, mixing the flavor of us together, and it’s more intoxicating than I could ever have imagined.
I grab him and lift him up to straddle my waist and walk the extra three steps to the bed, and then I lower him down onto it, my hard cock wedged between us, and his heels dig into my ass, holding it there.
I groan into the kiss and move my lips to his chin, and pepper kisses along his jaw to the soft skin of his neck as he lifts his hips up, hands holding me tight.
“Please, will you fuck me?” he asks, voice hoarse and breathy.
“Oh god, yes,” I reply, and he releases his vise grip around me. I push up and collect lube and a condom from the drawer at the foot of the bed, and when I return, he’s shifted higher up, with a pillow under his hips, knees up, and ass waiting for me.
I kneel on the bed and slick up my fingers as he pulls his knees back without me asking and spreads his cheeks wider.
I bring my fingers to his entrance, and he gasps at my initial touch, but relaxes as I start circling his rim, teasing the edge.
His head lolls back and he moans, ass lifting a little like he’s trying to encourage my fingers to move inside, so the next time he cants his hips up, I slide one finger in.
“Oh yeah,” he moans, and I start moving it in and out slowly, twisting side to side when it’s buried deep to keep teasing that outer rim wider.
His eyes are closed, fingers holding firm around his knees, as his toes dig into the comforter.
When I add another finger, he lets out a soft whine that makes my cock twitch.
He’s taking them easily, like his body has been waiting for this, for me. I stretch him, sliding them in and out, working him open.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” I say, reaching down and palming his ass with my free hand. His hips rise up to bury my fingers deeper, and when they brush over his prostate, a visible shudder rolls through him.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, a grin rising to my lips.
He opens his gorgeous golden eyes, chest panting faster now.
“How about you do it again, and I’ll tell you,” he says, and even though I know exactly how much he liked it, I give him what he wants and lean into him as I bury my fingers deep, sweeping them over his prostate again. His head goes back. “Oh god, Atlas, I want you so bad.”
“You’re almost ready. I promise,” I tell him, and he locks his gaze on mine and holds it there as I add a third finger. As much as I want my cock inside his tight little ass, I don’t want to hurt him, so I have to be sure he’s ready.
I grab the lube and add more to my fingers, working it inside him, spreading it, making him open wide for me.
“I’m ready. I know I am, please, Atlas. Please fuck me,” he begs, and I can’t take hearing him so desperate. I grab the condom, roll it down, and coat myself in a good amount of lube.
“We can stop at any time,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“I won’t want to stop.”
“Ready?”
“Hell yes,” he replies, and I press my cockhead against his entrance, and he opens up and draws me in, as needy and desperate as he sounded moments before.
“Holy fuck,” he cries out as I inch in deeper, until I bottom out and he releases his hold on his knees and wraps his legs around me again, using them to pull me over him. My hands go out to catch myself, and I hover over him, his leaking cock wedged against my stomach, and he smiles.
“That’s better,” he says, and I kiss him, rolling my hips forward, and he moans into my mouth, ending the kiss with a nip at my lower lip.
He feels fucking perfect, and as I start moving in a slow, steady rhythm, Matthew’s legs grip me tight, and he lifts his hips to meet my thrusts.
His hands slide up my forearms until he’s gripping my biceps.
His hold on them is tightening as I go, fingers digging into them as he tries to pull me deeper.
I shift my weight a little to lean on one hand and move my other to wedge in the crease of his knee so I can push it back further, and when I thrust forward, I hit that perfect spot, and he lets out the same delicious cry as before.
I keep going, hitting his prostate over and over with every thrust as his cock grows harder between us.
He bucks up into my thrusts, then his back arches and he lets out a long moan.
Heat floods the space between us, and I’m gone.
My thrusts become frantic, my body a firework of nerves all firing at once, only they’re all leading to one place, and I gasp as the force of the orgasm hits me.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan with the last jagged thrusts.
I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but when I open them, stars spot my vision of him beneath me. Did I pass out? No, I’m still holding myself up. But fuck, that was intense.
“Kiss me again,” he says, and before I’ve even slipped free of him, I lean down and give him exactly what he wants.
In truth, I think I could be perfectly happy giving him everything he wants forever.
But I won’t tell him that. We’ve known each other for a few months at best. I might not have a heap of experience with the whole dating, relationships thing, but I am pretty sure that’s one surefire way to send a guy running for the hills.
He brushes my mess of hair behind my ear, soft fingers skimming over my cheek as he does.
“Hey, where did you go?” he asks, and I’m brought right back to here and now and him.
“Nowhere. I was just thinking how amazing that was,” I say.
“I haven’t come hands free like that since I was a teenager,” he chuckles, and I maneuver myself free from him, unroll the condom, and toss it over the end of the bed to deal with later.
Then I move up to lie beside him on my bed, gazing up through the skylight at the darkened sky dotted with tiny stars.
“I haven’t come like that ever,” I say, and I can see him turn his head toward me out of the corner of my eye, a wide smile on his lips.
“Do you… umm, like to… you know, give and take?” he asks, and I turn my head toward his and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Do you?” I ask, my stomach swirling at the idea of him fucking me like I just did him.
His eyes widen a little, and his smile spreads wider.
“Oh yeah, I like both. I just wasn’t sure about you. Most guys… I mean, like in my past, my exes didn’t really like it. No pressure, though. If it’s not your thing, that’s totally cool.”
“I do. I mean, I like it. I’d like you to…”
He kisses me, rolling onto his side and skimming his warm hand up my thigh, over my stomach, and up my chest to my pec, where he circles my nipple with the pad of his thumb.
I deepen the kiss, roll toward him, and pull him close. While my cock might need a little bit longer to be ready, the rest of me wants more right now.