Chapter 32 Atticus #2
I let her feel my hardening cock at her ass and then I sit up to look at it. I rub her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her skin color blooms under my touch. And then I spread her cheeks so I can watch myself slide in.
Her head hits the top of the cabinet. “Fuck,” she cries out, trying to find something to hold onto.
I press into her. It’s not happening at first, so I rub her body. “Relax, sexy. Just relax.” I keep pushing until I’m finally in her pulsing slippery cunt. “Just like that.”
And then I’m fucking her mad. Her head hits the counter multiple times, but I don’t stop. In the middle of my rhythm, she dares to open a bag of chips and plops one in her mouth.
I grab her by the neck and fuck her harder. She starts crying out, moaning.
Her right hand snakes between her legs, but I catch it and groan, “Greedy fucking cunt.”
She moans as I grip her neck tighter and slam into her harder.
“You don’t get to come, sexy. Not on my dick.”
She tries to say something, but I cover her protests with my hand. She ends up biting my hand, but I fucking like it.
I use her cunt until I’ve worked myself up and come spills into the condom and immediately pushes itself up. I pull out, remove the condom and throw it in the trash.
She grabs her bag of chips and pats my shoulder and then saunters down the hall. She steps into the bathroom. I pull my pants up and throw my jacket back on.
I stand in the kitchen, staring at the disgusting potato chips. I close the cabinet and my phone rings.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Brother’s checked out of rehab. Fuck!” Revan’s scream is loud enough that I pull the phone away from my ear. “We need to play this smart.”
I wait for him to continue.
“Let her go to her classes today.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“When she finds out the truth, she’ll come running back. Trust me.” He pauses. “I’ll be there soon.”
The call ends and I stare at the phone, conflicted. Part of me agrees with Revan’s logic—let her go back, find out everything we’re trying to protect her from. But another part wants to keep her here for that sexy cunt.
I hear the shower turn on, and I can’t help myself. I walk down the hallway and push open the bathroom door.
Steam fills the small space, and through it, she’s sitting on the toilet rubbing her cunt.
Her eyes glare up at me in shock. She removes her hand and shouts, “Get out!”
I shake my head, reaching for her. She doesn’t let me, so I pick up her naked body and haul her to the bedroom.
I drop her on the bed and pull out another condom.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I slide it on my dick and press inside of her.
She moans into the empty house and then I say, “Now do it.”
She starts laughing, so I pump into her. That silences her.
I grab her hand and bring it down to her cunt. “I said do it.”
She starts rubbing her clit, bucking her hips, and I dive in deeper. I don’t normally care about this shit. I don’t ever let a woman orgasm on me but seeing how desperate she was with the shower running in the background and her fingers circling crazily, I couldn’t let that slide.
She rubs herself, grinding on me, and I watch.
She looks up at me and huffs, “Stop staring.”
“I’m enjoying the show. Now come.”
“You’re so romantic,” she says sarcastically. “Yeah, I can come on––”
I lean down and press my dick all the way inside of her. She squirms, breathless.
“Atti,” she breathes and grabs my hand, pushing it to her cunt. I press my finger against her swollen clit and grow harder inside of her. Her head rolls back as I rub faster.
“There,” she whispers, nodding with her eyes closed.
“Look at me,” I demand.
She shakes her head.
I stop my fingers, and they open.
I work my fingers again as she stares into my eyes.
“Like this?” I ask.
She nods quickly. “Atti,” she moans.
I smirk. “Only ones who like me can call me Atti.”
She stares into my eyes. They’re glossy and a beautiful shit brown. Most girls I fuck have colored eyes, but this one’s on my dick for being so fucking thirsty for me.
I rub her in the same slow rhythm I fuck her.
Her fingernails dig into my arm, and I feel that cunt clenching my dick. Oh, this is why it’s important to make a girl come.
“Fuck,” she cries. “Oh, fucking––”
“Bloody hell,” I finish her sentence, feeling her walls pull and tug at me. The rush of wetness that floods around us makes this feel so fucking good. I keep rubbing her at the same pace, drawing it out, seeing how high her voice can go.
She’s screaming, holding onto me for dear life. Now I’m ready to come again. I press her clit and fuck her as hard as possible.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” she groans, her eyes rolling back.
I turn her ass around and fuck her from the back. When I enter, her face falls on the bed. She’s panting, “Atti, holy fuck.”
“I take it as you like me?” I growl, watching her cunt slurp my dick in over and over. It’s a pretty fucking sight. “You like this dick?”
“I love your dick,” she whispers, so I fuck her harder.
Someone from the door starts clapping. Shit. Revan.
“Fuck off, mate,” I say to him, trying not to be turned off that this sick fuck is interrupting for a second time.
Revan clicks his tongue. “Give me a condom.”
I keep pounding into her as she cries out. I feel her walls clenching. She loves this.
“You like it when he watches?” I ask. “Or because you want him to fuck you too?”
She glides her ass against me, up and down on my cock, so I rub my hands over her ass.
“Lexi, Lexi,” Revan groans. “Fuck, look at you.”
She rides my dick now, and I let her.
“Do you have another condom?” Revan asks.
I shake my head. “I’m using my second one.”
He looks at Lexi with glaze over his eyes. “A second round?” He unzips his pants and whips out his dick. He grabs her hand, and she starts jacking him off.
He looks at her ass, satisfied with her touch. I don’t think I can fucking come again, so I slam into her one more time and pull out.
“Let’s get you to class,” I say, knowing exactly what it’ll do.
She sits up fast, removing her hand from Revan’s throbbing cock.
“What?” she asks excitedly. Her entire face transforms. She lights up, looking from me to Revan and back again like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
Revan cups her chin and nods. “We’re taking you to back.”
I think the excitement is mostly from the orgasm she just had because she’s too excited. I haven’t seen this side of her.
“Can we go right now?” she asks.
He nods, tucking himself back in and mutters, “I need to start carrying condoms.”
She gets off the bed and runs to the kitchen where her clothes are. “I can’t believe this. You guys are just letting me go back?” She throws her clothes on with pink cheeks. “What’s going on?”
Revan and I lock eyes over her head. I feel something protective rise in my chest, something that says this is a mistake, we shouldn’t let her go, she’s mine now. But I push it down.
I walk to the car to wait as Revan tries to charm his way to her.
We get in the car, Lexi in the backseat this time by choice, practically vibrating with relief. As Revan drives, she hums along to the radio, whatever pop song is currently playing. The sound is light, happy, completely at odds with the darkness of the situation.
“When can I get my phone back?” she asks after a few miles.
She leans forward, resting against my seat so her face is close to mine, and smiles when she looks up at me. It’s genuine, warm, trusting.
“I knew you guys weren’t that bad,” she says softly. “Thanks for this. I’m going to be late, but I’m just happy I can get back.”
My chest tightens. She has no idea what’s coming, what she’s about to walk into.
I catch Revan’s eyes. He looks grim but determined.
And Lexi keeps humming, leaning against me, smiling like we’ve just given her the world instead of setting her up for something else.
I tighten my grip on her hand.
This is going to destroy her.
But at least, she’ll come running back to our arms and lead us straight to the one we’re trying to take down.