Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
NICOLE
Atticus’s large arm was wrapped around me when I woke up. This guest room bed certainly wasn’t big, but until now we’d managed to avoid being this close. I should’ve moved away, but I didn’t.
You’ll wake him if you move , I told myself. But I knew better. The truth was this felt too good. Being in the warmth of his arms was the best place in the world. It was the only time I’d ever felt safe. He was sleeping and oblivious to it, so I didn’t have to justify my actions.
But as the minutes passed, the feeling of safety transformed into something else: intense arousal. I hadn’t been this horny since we’d arrived here.
My temperature rose as his breath warmed the back of my neck. My nipples stiffened. Oh God. The need to touch myself became too much. Without thinking it through, I slipped my hand into my pajama bottoms and began massaging my clit—ever so slowly so as not to wake him. I imagined Atticus waking up and taking me from behind without so much as a word. I pressed my fingertips to my clit and thought about his hard, thick cock entering me, filling me like he always did. No one had ever pleasured me the way he could. And no other man knew his way around my body like Atticus. When you were made for someone, any experience with anyone else felt broken. I shunned the pervasive thoughts of how many women had experienced Atticus over the past few years, determined not to let that ruin my current pleasure.
I shifted, and my ass grazed the hardness of his cock. I was pretty sure Atticus had woken with a stiff one every morning since we’d arrived. He was a sexual person, so morning wood was par for the course. I forced my hips forward, away from the warmth. Now I was more aroused than ever, circling my fingers faster over my clit, praying to reach orgasm before he woke up and also wanting to prolong this feeling.
I froze when I felt his hand grip my wrist. His voice was strained. “Need some help?”
Adrenaline rushed through me. Had he been awake this whole time? I gulped. “What are you talking about?”
He spoke against my back. “You’re masturbating…”
My chest rose and fell as I said nothing. Denying it would’ve been stupid. Admitting it would’ve been even more stupid.
“Did you forget I used to catch you doing that all the time? I know what it looks like. Did you think I wasn’t going to figure it out, with you moving your beautiful ass around in front of my cock for the past fifteen minutes? What warm-blooded man could sleep through that?”
I swallowed. “I really thought you were asleep.”
“Were you thinking about me?”
I said nothing.
“I’ll take no denial as a yes?”
I shut my eyes tightly, even more turned on now by the sound of his voice.
He moved in closer and spoke against my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “What did I tell you about not wearing underwear to bed? You haven’t listened to me once. I can see the shape of your ass right through those thin little pants every single night. It fucking drives me crazy.”
My breathing became heavier as I felt goose bumps form.
“You know how many times I’ve had to go to the bathroom to jerk off so I could fall asleep? Almost every damn night.” He spoke behind my ear. “But you like driving me crazy. Am I right?”
I pleaded the fifth.
“Once again, I’ll take your silence as a yes.”
Atticus wrapped his hand gently around my neck. I closed my eyes, and rather than moving away like I should have, I surrendered to the need building within me, pressing my backside into him.
“That’s it. Give me that beautiful ass.” He pressed his erection against my crack. “Fuck, Nicole. Now I know you’re trying to kill me.” He ground his massively hard cock against me. “You know how torturous it’s been to look down at your apple bottom every night, knowing I could be inside of it in three seconds? Knowing how damn good it always felt to fuck that beautiful ass?” He groaned. “You used to beg me to do it,” he rasped. “You’ve been torturing me every night. You better believe now I’m gonna torture you .”
“Atticus…” I begged, not even sure what the hell I was asking for. Did I want him to stop or keep going? I wasn’t sure.
“Go back to what you were doing,” he hissed. “Touch yourself. I want to help.”
Willing away all the voices of reason in my head, I resumed massaging my clit.
“I bet you’re nice and wet, aren’t you? You’re always so damn wet for me.”
As he pressed his cock harder against my backside, I felt it move. “Is this okay?”
Letting out an unintelligible sound, I nodded.
“You feel how fucking hard I am? I’m imagining sinking inside that wet pussy right now.”
My clit throbbed. “Mmm-hmm.”
“You know what I would give to be inside you right now?” He slid his dick up and down my ass crack. “My left nut. All my freaking money. Anything.”
The need to have him inside of me was almost too much to bear. I felt my orgasm threatening to rise to the surface.
He thrust his hips against me. “Feel me. Feel me right here. Feel what you do to me.”
I moved my fingers faster. My clit was so wet, I could no longer get a good grip with my fingertips.
I felt his hand on my inner thigh. “Can I?”
I nodded, not even understanding what he was asking, but it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, the answer was a resounding yes.
Atticus slipped his hand down my pants. His low groan vibrated against my back. “Holy shit, Nicole. I knew you were wet, but this is…” He sank his fingers inside of me, moving them in and out as I backed my hips against his rigid cock. My orgasm was ready to explode.
As he continued to move his fingers in and out, he pressed his thumb against my clit and moved it in slow circles. “I missed this beautiful pussy so much. I want to come inside it so bad right now…”
I opened my mouth to beg him to do it, but the words wouldn’t come out. That would be a terrible idea. And I knew he was holding back, that he wouldn’t really. Because Atticus would’ve been inside of me by now if he’d planned on going that far. This Atticus was towing the line but very likely wasn’t going to go there.
“I want to taste you, but I can’t,” he murmured. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
I needed to come to put us both out of our misery. But also, I never wanted to come. I wanted this to last forever, just Atticus and me in our own little world as he continued to push me over the edge. I rubbed my ass harder against him.
“You’re gonna make me come right up against that pretty little ass of yours? Is that what you want? I haven’t come in my pants since the first time you rubbed your pussy against me. Remember that fucking day?”
I moaned in response.
“Don’t worry, baby. Let go. I know you want to. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Enjoy it. Let yourself come all over my hand.”
My muscles began to contract.
“Come, baby. Come,” Atticus urged.
When my climax erupted, I felt it in every nerve ending of my body. Just before I came down, Atticus removed his fingers. He grunted, and I felt the heat of his orgasm against my backside. We were both clothed, but it was the hottest freaking thing I could remember.