Chapter 11 #2
It was going to take all my self-control not to let go and spill all over his face. And god did I want to see that. I wanted to see him dripping with my mess. But that was for later. He had one request today, and I meant to give it to him.
“Get me wet and sloppy for you,” I told him, giving my hips the slightest thrust. My dick slid past his teeth.
He groaned as he closed his lips around me, and then with a single inhale through his nose, he sucked…then swallowed. He took me all the way down to the back of his throat, swallowing again as my hands hit the wall, and it cost me everything to stay focused.
His tongue swirled around me, pulsing, massaging my overly sensitive cock.
I wanted to come so fucking badly.
“God, the way you take me,” I murmured.
He hummed again, and I could feel my balls going tight. Shaking my head, I took him by the front of the throat and squeezed gently until he released the suction his mouth had on me. I slid out with an obscene squelch, and I caught a line of spit running down his chin before he swiped it away.
“I’m going to fuck you in here,” I told him.
He swallowed heavily. “I want to, but…I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I won’t be able to stand.” He sounded a little angry—with himself or with me, I wasn’t sure.
But I also wasn’t accepting that as an answer. If he wanted to get fucked in the shower, he was going to get fucked in the shower. We had options.
We had lube and a bench, and I was still fucking strong.
Shaking my head, I shoved my arms under his and lifted until he was on his feet. With a careful twist, I swapped places with him and sat, letting him go so I could lean back and admire the view. He was staring down at me with uncertainty swimming in his gaze.
“Wash whatever you need to wash,” I told him. “I want to watch you.”
He bit his lip, then reached over for the soap and washcloth. I could see from his face that he knew I was up to something. “And then what?”
“Then you’re going to sit on my lap, and I’m gonna finger you until you’re nice and sloppy. When that’s over, I’m going to fuck your ass until you see stars.”
He grunted, gripping the wall with his free hand like he was about to fall over. I could see a faint tremor in his legs.
“Better hurry up,” I told him. “With that hard-on, I’m not sure your knees are gonna hold you up for long.”
He looked at me for a beat—betrayed for a single blink, and then I could tell he was wildly turned on. His exhale trembled so hard I swore I could see his lungs shaking, but he did as I asked.
He poured soap on the washcloth and then began to scrub himself down. He did it without performance—a simple, thoughtless task of getting clean, but he still moved like a man who was used to being seen.
Like a man who was aware of eyes on him at all times.
He was fucking beautiful.
“That’s enough,” I told him when I couldn’t take it anymore. “Come here.”
This time, he didn’t obey. Not immediately. Instead, he kept my gaze and slowly rinsed the bubbles from his skin. My cock was standing at total attention as I watched his hands brush over his own dick.
I was hungry for him. No, I was starving.
Desperate.
Damn near feral.
I was about to jump him and grab him when he finally let the washcloth hit the floor with a loud slap, but before I could react to the jolting sound, he was on me. Two strides and a single spread of his legs, and his ass was resting on my thighs.
The weight of him was grounding as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against me. “Don’t let me fall.”
“I will never,” I vowed, the promise tumbling from my lips unbidden but completely honest, “ever let you fall.” I would rather die than be the source of any of his pain. Ever.
My hands wrapped around him tightly, holding him against me. His hard cock slid up my stomach, and he rocked his hips gently, seeking the friction I desperately wanted to give him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” His answer was simple, easy, and without hesitation.
Feeling to the left on the bench, my fingers touched the lube, and I grabbed it, flicking the top open with my thumb and squirting more than I usually needed on myself. But I was going to be careful with him.
Not because I was afraid or I thought he couldn’t take it, but because he deserved someone who fucked him both hard and tenderly. Who made the moment worth remembering.
He leaned against me, face resting in the crook of my neck as I pressed two fingers against his hole. The tip of my middle finger slipped in and pulsed, coating the ring of muscle.
“God,” he gasped, his voice thready and weak. “That’s…”
“What?” I pressed after a moment of silence.
“I need more. I need a lot more. It’s not the same as it used to be. You can’t be soft with me. Please.”
Pulling my finger out, I waited for a single inhale, and then I shoved two in. Deep. Hard. He grunted as he took me, his thighs immediately spasming, but he didn’t let go. He rolled his hips toward me, his breath a harsh stutter in his chest.
“Like that,” he said. “Fuck, just like that. I can feel it, Ryan. I can feel it so much.”
“More?”
He groaned and nodded, his mouth open, teeth grazing my neck.
I gave him a third finger, pumping them in and out, searching for that spot that would make him see stars. It took a moment, but I knew I’d found it when he let out a sharp cry and squeezed me so tight I almost lost my breath.
“Like that,” he babbled. “Like that, like that—oh god. It’s so good. Please fuck me. Fuck me fuck me…” His begging cries trailed off into desperate moans as I fed him my fingers as deep as they would go.
I pumped several times, stretching him wide, but my control was a thin wire, and it was about to snap. Taking a single moment to collect myself, I pulled my fingers out, ignoring his cry of frustration, and I leaned him back so I could get to my dick.
“You’re so perfect. So good,” I told him as I coated my hand again. “Be patient for me, okay. Just another moment.”
“Hurry,” he begged.
So I did. I slicked my cock up carefully, then lifted him by the hips and guided myself to him. I could feel his hole twitching as the head of my dick pushed against it, and then with a single breath, he sat down.
It took me a moment to realize I was inside him. The shock of it rattled me, and then he squeezed his muscles, and I felt it all the way to the bottoms of my feet. “Shit. Shit,” I gasped.
He leaned back, his eyes wide and wild. “Tell me it’s good for you.”
“It’s so fucking good.” I swallowed heavily, then met held gaze as I took a risk I had a feeling would pan out. “You are such a good boy, Atlas. So obedient. So perfect.”
His eyes rolled back in his head, and his dick throbbed, spilling precome from the tip.
I had never spoken to a lover like that in my life, but he drew those words out of me.
They were almost instinctual, like a piece of me waking up when he first kissed me.
I twisted his long hair around my hand, pulling hard, watching him fade into the pain-pleasure of it.
My cock jumped inside him as he moaned, wanton and unchecked, and then he began to roll his hips.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck. Look at you take it. Look at how well you take my cock.”
“Ryan,” he said, his voice trembling.
“Atlas,” I answered back.
His eyes locked onto mine, wide and wild. “Say my name again.”
“Atlas, Atlas…” It tumbled off my name like a prayer. Like a hymn. Utter worship.
His entire body went still, and then his hand shoved between us, and he gripped himself, tugging on his cock fast and hard. I watched with hooded eyes, fuzzy with my own attempt to keep myself under control, but it wasn’t going to last long.
The thread was taut, and it was going to snap.
“Fuck me. Fuck my ass,” he gasped.
“I am,” I whispered back, gripping his hips as I lifted him and slammed him down, over and over. “I’m fucking your ass. Can you feel me, gorgeous?”
“Yeah, yes. Shit,” he whined, his body almost boneless as he took me.
The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed around us. It drowned out everything except our desperate groans, and then came the soft cry of his orgasm, which he buried against my neck.
I felt his fat cock rub against my stomach, then a spurt of come as he let go. His hands wrapped around my neck, and he rolled his hips into me, smearing his mess all over my stomach as he squeezed around my dick.
My vision went white, and my pleasure was like a volcanic eruption—hot and fucking devastating.
It rolled through me, and I wasn’t even fully aware that I was coming until I was nearly finished.
My cock pulsed inside him a few more times, his ass clenching around me like it was milking me of every last drop.
It was only when my head began to spin that I realized I wasn’t breathing, and I took in a few lungfuls of air as the world around me began to still.
Atlas was limp in my arms, his breath soft and humid against the side of my neck.
I held him tight as my head tipped against the wall, and I let the cool tiles soothe some of the heat still raging under my skin.
After what felt like forever, he groaned and started to move. “I genuinely don’t think I can walk right now,” he admitted.
I tensed my body, then eased him to the side of the bench as I slid out from under him. My dick was painfully sensitive as I stepped under the spray of water, and I became profoundly aware I had never come that hard in my life.
I met Atlas’s gaze, and my heart jumped. He looked…afraid? Or was it something else? I was still learning him, and I didn’t think I’d survive it if I’d done something wrong. But maybe the way I spoke to him—the way I called him my good boy—had been too much.
“Tell me that was good for you,” he said, his voice small.
The words were almost a violent shock. Couldn’t he tell? I had fallen apart completely, spent deep inside him, and it was hell not touching him now. My throat felt tight, my tongue too thick, so I did the only thing I could think of.
Grabbing him by the chin, I leaned over and kissed him until he understood. Until his body relaxed again and his breathing was even.
“Okay,” he whispered against my lips. “Okay. Me too.”
I smiled and knocked our foreheads together. “Sorry.” My voice was a harsh rasp. “That was a lot for me. But it was amazing. You were amazing.”
When I pulled away, he kept one of my hands in his. “Think you can help me out of here?”
I smiled. “Yeah. But we should probably wash off this mess first.”
His cheeks darkened. “We did get pretty filthy.”
“Yeah.” I poured a dollop of soap into my hand, then stalked closer. “I’m looking forward to getting filthy again.”