Chapter 14 #2
“My nerves can’t take you riding that scooter right now,” I said. “The roads will be slick from oil rising to the surface after the downpour this afternoon. I’ll stow your scooter in my SUV, and you can ride with me.”
Atticus looked like he was going to argue, but he didn’t. “Just give me five minutes.”
I’d be lucky to last that long after three years of celibacy.
A fresh wave of nerves settled in, making me second-guess my sanity.
If I didn’t get a grip, anxiety would cripple any chance I had of living out the promise Atticus made to suck me dry.
A surge of lust spiked my blood, driving away my apprehension.
This was right, Atticus and me, and I was done questioning it.
Atticus was already outside and waiting for me by the SUV. I pressed the fob to unlock the doors and open the hatch, then set my gear in the back seat before heading to the rear of the vehicle.
I took the scooter handlebars from Atticus before he tried lifting the machine on his own. “I’ll get this.”
“I can help.”
“Of course you can, but save your strength for the climb.” I paused and looked over at him. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
Atticus snorted, slapped my shoulder, and then headed to the passenger side of the vehicle. “Heave Blanche into the SUV, and let’s go.”
The scooter probably weighed close to two hundred pounds, but I easily stowed it away. I had one hell of an incentive, after all. I got behind the wheel and started the engine. “Where to?”
Atticus guided me through the Kirkwood neighborhood with its lovely mixture of architectural styles.
The lawns were large, green, and well maintained.
It was easy to imagine a younger version of the man beside me, riding his bike down the sidewalks and likely finding a lot of mischief along the way.
I didn’t let my thoughts linger there since I wanted to get the adult version of Atticus naked and under me as fast as humanly possible.
“It’s the second house on the left after you pass the intersection. There,” he said, pointing to a lovely Tudor-style home that didn’t match the ranch house next to it.
I turned into the driveway, which widened slightly once you drove past the house. A two-car, detached garage with a small carport sat behind the home, and a large expanse of lawn stretched beyond it. “This is a lovely place to grow up.”
“Hmm,” Atticus said. “It was, but I really hate that I’ve had to move back.” He looked over at me and smiled. “Hmmm. I never got the chance to sneak a boy into my room in high school.” Atticus waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Are you into LARPing?”
“I don’t know what that is?”
“Live action role playing,” Atticus said with a grin.
I looked at the home’s exterior, noting the narrow width of the second-story windows. “I’m not sure I’ll fit in such a tight space.”
“You’re such a dirty talker.” Atticus took off his seat belt and leaned over to kiss me hard on the mouth. “We’ll use the door like normal people.”
I cupped the back of his neck to hold him in place. “My intense need to fuck you feels anything but normal.”
Atticus inhaled shakily. “I think I just came in my pants.”
“Guess we better get them off so we can start all over again,” I teased. “Did you have a car sex fantasy you wanted to test?”
“No. You?”
“Not really.” I pressed one last kiss to his lips and released him. “Let’s take this inside.”
“I have nosy neighbors,” Atticus said. “And this isn’t the kind of show I want to give them.”
I locked the SUV and followed Atticus to the back door, which he unlocked and opened in record time. We stepped inside a gorgeous kitchen that someone had lovingly designed and maintained, yet I couldn’t care less. “Bedroom now,” I demanded.
Atticus took me by the hand, and we ran through the living room and up the steps with an undeniable eagerness that made us both laugh.
We stopped at the top of the staircase and kissed our way down the hall and through a bedroom door I closed and locked.
I took a cursory glance around the space, noticing a variety of posters with men on them, a cluttered dresser, and a messy bed.
I didn’t care about any of that, only the hazel-eyed hottie staring up at me.
I tried to steer Atticus toward the bed, but he dropped to his knees before I could make the next move.
He buried his face in my crotch, his hot breath breaching two layers of fabric and revving me up even higher.
I tugged my shirt off with shaking hands and tossed it to the floor.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, I tilted his head back to stare into his gorgeous eyes.
“You’re going to push me over the edge too fast,” I warned.
My confession only made his eyes sparkle and his hands braver.
Atticus reached for my belt and unbuckled it without breaking eye contact.
The button slipped free silently, but the rasp of the zipper sounded loud and sexy in the stillness of the room.
Atticus made his intentions clear when he licked his lips.
I palmed the back of his head tighter but didn’t guide his mouth where I wanted it most. He was in the driver’s seat, and I needed him to know it.
With nostrils flaring, Atticus leaned forward and pressed his nose against my boxer briefs, inhaling deeply.
My fingers tangled in his hair and pressed against his scalp.
I breathed through the urge to rut against his face to get the friction I needed for relief.
Atticus kissed my rigid length through the cotton before hooking his fingers in my waistband and tugging my underwear down enough to free my fat cockhead.
He tongued me there, and my knees threatened to give out.
Atticus’s chuckle vibrated my shaft and—
Oh. My. God.
Atticus sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth, and all the air seized in my lungs.
I couldn’t hold back my groan of pleasure, and why the hell would I?
Christ. Atticus jerked my pants and underwear down to my thighs and worked his mouth lower on my dick.
The intoxicating wet heat engulfed me as he took my cock deeper, until I bumped up against the back of his throat.
Atticus made a soft gagging noise, followed by a sexy groan and a sloppy slurp that was almost my undoing before he eased up.
I carded my fingers through his sexy brown waves, wishing I could fist them in my hands and fuck that glorious mouth, but I wouldn’t hurt him.
Atticus needed to set the pace, and I needed to respect it.
Down he went, licking the underside of my shaft on the descent and swirling his tongue around the head on the ascent.
My balls tightened, and my thighs vibrated with restraint.
Atticus reached between my legs and palmed me, rolling my balls in his hand.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Won’t last if you keep that up.”
He chuckled, the little shit, and the vibration, combined with his slurping suction, nearly made me shoot my load right then.
“Atticus,” I warned.
Hazel-brown eyes locked on mine as he squeezed my balls a little tighter, and it shredded my self-control.
I nudged my hips toward his face, urging him to give me the friction I needed to blow.
Atticus brushed his fingers over my taint as he lowered his mouth as far as he could take me.
The head of my dick slid into his throat, and he swallowed.
“Atticus, god, please…”
He took that as his sign to do it again. Hollowing his cheeks, Atticus sucked harder and slurped louder, applying the perfect amount of pressure against my taint. His finger slid back further, inching toward my pucker, and I lost it, snapping my hips forward and fucking his mouth.
“Pull back. I’m going to—”
But Atticus stayed with me while I rutted against his tongue and spilled down his throat. Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold me in place as he took his time licking my shaft clean.
I released my grip on his hair and gently caressed his face. “That was. That was…”
Atticus let my dick slide slowly from his mouth and smiled wickedly at me. “Yeah?”
“So fucking good.”
His lips, shiny and wet from the combo of saliva and spunk, curved into a blissful smile. There was nothing I wanted more than to taste myself on his tongue.