Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Molly watched Atlas’s face dip between her legs. He pulled her panties farther away from her sex, and good lord, seeing the strip of material wrapped around his finger was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
His tongue touched her folds and she melted. He wanted her relaxed, but her loins were wound so tightly she was afraid she’d combust before he went any further.
“Breathe, Molly,” he said, humor lifting his words.
She forced her body to sink deeper into the mattress and loosened her grip on the blanket. He licked into her lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. Pleasure infused her cells as blood rushed to the delicate skin.
“Christ, Molly. You taste so damn good.” The sound of his low voice laced with need made goosebumps race over her skin.
He closed his mouth over her hood, sucking.
She cried out, turning her face into the pillow.
He broke his hold. “Baby, if you’ve gotta scream, do it. Don’t hide from me.”
Each breath came out broken. She’d never been so aroused, had never wanted someone so badly. Atlas.
She brought her focus back to him.
He wrapped his elbow around her hip, and his large hand splayed over her belly. His other hand cupped the outside of her opposite thigh.
A thrill ignited her center. She couldn’t tear away her gaze.
He returned his mouth to her vulva, kissing and lightly sucking. He flicked his tongue into her, then swirled it around her folds before locking his lips on her again with more suction.
Her senses flickered.
A moan tore from her throat. Pressure built against her temples, nearly blinding her. “Atlas, oh my god,” she wheezed.
Her legs shook, her toes curled into balls, and her knees fell open in desperation. Atlas clung to her as if she were a ship in a turbulent sea, barely letting her move an inch when she otherwise would have levitated from the bed.
The dam broke. An orgasm rocked through her. He lapped at her sex, sucking every wave of her pleasure.
Her breath came out in heavy gasps as she returned to earth. Atlas continued to work on her, though not as intensely.
“Atlas,” she said weakly. If he didn’t stop now, she’d beg him to keep going.
“I’m glad you came. But we’re not done yet.”
No, of course not. He’d given her the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, and he hadn’t even gotten undressed. His tongue swirled around her again and she damn near passed out.
“Oh god, wait,” she breathed, gripping his shoulder. “Not that I want you to stop, but you’re not going to come like this.”
He chuckled. “I might. Christ, hearing you come is almost as good as sex.” He kissed her hood again. “I’m just making sure you’re ready. Gimme a minute.”
She almost laughed. He wanted more time to go down on her? What kind of kinky fantasy had she fallen into?
Before she could question her reality further, a familiar pool of warmth opened in her low belly. She moaned and slid her fingers to the back of his head while he brought her close to the edge once again.
She wanted him inside her. “Atlas, now. I want you.”
He rose to his knees and stripped off his shirt.
She watched, fully engrossed, as he stepped off the bed to shove his pants and boxer briefs down his legs.
Thick muscle in his upper body tapered down to his ripped midsection.
Her gaze drifted to the appendage below his waist. His large, thick member stuck straight out.
Her mouth went dry.
He reached for his wallet on the nightstand and retrieved a condom before turning back to her, gripping his cock. She rolled into a sitting position, reaching for his manhood.
As she slid her fingers over his silky shaft, he dropped his hand away and placed it on her breast. He rolled and gently squeezed her nipple. Need exploded through her. She held his cock tighter, twisting and pulling.
“Goddamn,” he breathed.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, catching the hard planes of his face. Color stained his cheeks, and he stared at her with unbridled appetite.
Her skin flamed.
His fingers dipped down her belly, touching between her legs. “You’re wet.” One fingertip edged inside her, and she bit back a moan.
She dropped back onto the mattress, and he expertly came down on top of her. Her knees lifted as if acting with a mind of their own.
He brought the foil to his teeth and ripped it open. After removing the condom, he rolled the rubber over his dick.
Molly’s nerves sang and her insides throbbed with a deep craving. He guided his head to her opening and eased into her.
She gasped as her body stretched, welcoming him. His arms caged her into his embrace, his skin so hot it was like a match to her fuel. His unique smell, all earth and lemons, wrapped around her.
With his wrists braced beside her head, he gently stroking her hair back with his fingers.
Pleasure filled her as he slid in and out, hitting her clitoris with every plunge.
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
“Molly, you feel so good.”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding his shoulders. His lips came down on hers and he rocked into her.
Heat torched her cheeks. His tongue delved into the cavern of her mouth. The taste of her own scent increased her desire. He moved from her lips to her cheek, then found her neck, nibbling there.
She bucked her hips, matching his thrusts. He ground against the nub that needed the most attention, and she snapped.
Atlas’s deep groan vibrated her chest. His body tensed and he took her deep, reaching beneath her lower back to hike up her hips.
She cried out. He pumped harder, grinding against her and penetrating to her core. She held fast and an array of colors exploded behind her closed eyelids. His guttural cry combined with her own ecstasy.
His urgent thrusts slowed and he melted back on top of her. After kissing her shoulder, he moved up her neck to her cheek, then to her mouth once again.
“You okay?” Satisfaction roughened his words.
“Mmm,” she murmured, sated and relaxed.
He rolled over, catching her shoulders and pulling her on top while they were still joined. He cupped her ass, his long, strong fingers tempting her again.
“Round two?” he asked.
She grinned. “That’d be round three for me.”
He chuckled and moved his hands up her back. Catching her hair, he swooped it to the side. “We’ll rest for now.”
She lowered her head to his shoulder. “I might fall asleep like this.” Her eyes already felt heavy. She hadn’t had sex like that in . . . ever. Never had someone showered her in such affection.
He stroked her hair. “Gimme a minute to get cleaned up. Wait here.”
He eased himself out of her and gently slid her to the mattress. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he shuffled from the bed. She watched his high, tight ass retreat. Even the backs of his legs were thick with muscle.
He disappeared into the bathroom. The A/C unit kicked on with a sharp whistle, and a cool breeze washed over her skin. She should put her clothes back on, or at least get beneath the covers, but there was only one thing she wanted to keep her warm.
Atlas returned a minute later. The bathroom light bathed him in yellow, revealing the tattoos covering his chest and the sinewy lines of his body.
He strode across the room buck naked, his shoulders back and his manhood moving with every step. Not a care in the world. A prominent indent on his left leg caught her eye—the other gunshot wound. He had something in his hand, and he came around to her side of the bed, behind her.
She started to roll to face him, but he placed one hand on her hip, stilling her.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you.”
Before she could protest, he nudged her top leg forward and swiped her from front to back with a warm, damp cloth.
“Uhm.” She squirmed nervously. Embarrassment singed her cheeks, though she couldn’t say why. The man had just had his face in every crevice of her body, for god’s sake. No boundaries in sight.
“No point in you getting out of bed.” He cleaned the insides of her thighs, then returned to the bathroom.
A minute later he returned and slid into the bed beside her. He tucked his arm under her shoulders, pulling her to his side. She drew her knee onto his, and he held her thigh.
She placed her hand on his chest and was barely aware of him kissing her hair before she dropped into the arms of oblivion.
Atlas stirred. He blinked, searching for the clock. He found the glow of the digits over Molly’s head—7:00 a.m.
As if sensing he was awake, she moaned in protest then curled closer to him. Her nose was pressed into his neck, her silky strands draped over his arm, and her sexy thigh clenched around his. She couldn’t be any closer to him even if she’d applied herself with glue.
And dammit, he didn’t mind one bit.
Sex with Molly had been more perfect than he’d imagined. Watching her twist and writhe, her pussy drenched and pulsing in his face—Christ. His cock tightened, and he had to close his eyes and focus on his breath so he didn’t roll her over and kiss her awake.
Poor thing needed sleep, not another boning.
After several minutes, frustration climbed onto his back. He’d never get back to sleep. One, because of the sexy, naked thing in his arms, and two, because he needed news from the guys.
He stretched toward his nightstand and found his phone. He removed it from the charger, then lowered the screen so it didn’t shine in Molly’s face.
A missed text from Viper.
Come to our room when you’re awake.
It’d been sent over an hour ago. Anticipation sat heavy in his gut. Had they gotten any answers from the man they’d found waiting outside Molly’s apartment? Reaper, Wraith, and Havoc might also have news from their informant.
After easing Molly off his arm and tucking the blankets around her, he crept from the bed and got dressed. He grabbed a pen and a notepad from the nightstand drawer and scribbled under the light of his phone.
Went to see the guys in room 222. Stay here, I’ll be back.