47. Push and pull – Aurora
47
PUSH AND PULL
AURORA
M y legs shake when Atticus withdraws his fingers and rises back to his knees.
He stares down at me with a wicked intensity in his hooded brown eyes as they roam over my naked body. His hand lifts to his lips, and he parts them to suck my release from his fingers.
I can’t look away as he enjoys the taste of me. As a rough groan vibrates in his chest, and his eyes fall shut.
When they open again, they fixate on me, and his throat bobs as he swallows and drops his still wet fingers from his mouth, bringing his fist to his cock.
My throat goes dry as I follow the movement with my eyes, my breaths coming shallow and short as a deep ache pulses in my lower belly.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, licking my lips as Atticus strokes himself.
Atticus grins darkly, his eyes gleaming as he watches me try to calculate the odds of it fitting.
I watch him stroke himself twice more before the ache of need in my core starts to almost hurt. With a sound that’s half whimper, half moan, I lower my hand to my pussy, trying to find some relief as I move my fingers over my greedy clit.
Atticus watches every one of my movements with rapt attention.
“I can’t believe this has been under my roof this entire fucking time,” he says in a husky growl, showing his teeth as he cocks his head to study the way my fingers move as they dip into my heat to gather more wetness and spread it over myself. I’m still a little sore from Elijah and Seven, but fuck if I don’t want to see how much more my pussy can take.
She can handle it, right?
Atticus grins as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and he moves so fast that I don’t have time to react before he’s thrown my legs to one side and grabbed me by the hip to flip me over so I’m face down on the mattress.
A gush of air pushes from my lungs as he splays a hand over my lower back, jerking my hips up from the mattress until I’m half on my knees. He gives my pussy a little slap that has me sucking air in through my teeth. The sting feels good. So good. I lift my hips for him to do it again, arching my back to allow him better access.
“You like that?” he asks just before bringing the flat edges of his fingers down on my aching pussy again.
I moan into the covers, fisting them as his fat tip pushes against my clit.
My core tightens and I brace myself, but he only slides into me an inch before pulling himself out and grabbing the base of his cock to tap it against me. He holds it against my heat, using my folds to stroke himself as he thrusts against them but not into them, drenching himself in my wetness. And fuck, it feels so good.
I shudder and groan into the blankets, moving my hips to try to increase the friction.
When he angles himself and pushes into me the second time, he does deeper, and I tense, my breath coming out in a heavy pant as I stretch around him.
“ Fuck ,” I moan as the stretching— the fullness —becomes too much. The soreness that hasn’t fully gone away from Seven and Elijah’s double penetration adds another level of sensation I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“I can’t,” I choke out, but the pressure . God, even with the pain, the pressure is exquisite. “I… Atticus?—”
“You can,” he says in a husky tone that whispers over my skin like a physical touch. “Relax your pussy, Trouble.”
I do as he says, or at least, I try to.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he says in a strained voice as he eases himself into me impossibly deeper. “There you go. Good girl.”
Atticus bottoms out inside me, trembling as his thighs slap against my ass. “ Mmmmm, ” he growls. “ Goddamn, you feel good.”
The praise goes straight to my pussy and I clench around him, drawing a strangled sound from his throat that makes me smile into the covers. I slowly roll my hips, trying to get used to the size of him, the depth . And every time I move the slightest bit, he seems to hit something new inside of me that makes me flex and quiver.
His hand slips from my back as he pants, letting me continue making my small movements against him. His warm fingers curl around my left arm, pulling it behind my back before doing the same with the right one. Once he has them pinned to my lower back in one hand, he uses the other to reach up my spine to where my loose hair has fallen over my shoulder.
Atticus wraps it in his fist and gives it a tug, jerking my head back so I can look at him while he eases a few inches out of me.
His face twists in pleasure as he bares his teeth and slams back inside, hard. I gasp, and he rocks his hips against me to soothe the ache.
“This pussy is ours,” he says through his teeth as he fucks himself into me again. “All ours. Do you understand?”
I bite my lip and try to nod, but with his fist in my hair, I can’t move my head.
“Do you understand?” he asks again, punctuating the question with another bruising thrust.
“Yes,” I croak.
I can’t imagine ever wanting any more dick after these three men. I can’t imagine any other dick will ever measure up again. “ Yes .”
“Good fucking girl,” he grits out, releasing my hair to push my head down against the mattress as he picks up his cruel pace between my thighs. And it’s what I crave. It’s hard and fast and unforgiving, but so, so good it makes my eyes roll back and my body raw with need.
My cries are muffled against his bed as he holds me down and fucks me until I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, and it’s beyond pleasure. Beyond pain. It’s new territory that I can’t fucking wait to discover.
And the fucking stamina of this man…
Fuck. Me.
“Such a good little slut,” he croons, and something about the words snaps me out of the lustful fog he’s trapped me in. Because, yeah, right now, I am his good little slut, but I am not those women who signed their rights away on the dotted line. I am not a toy to be taken out and used when wanted.
Flexing my shoulders, I’m able to wriggle my wrists from his grip. His thrusts falter as I plant my hands and push back with my hips, taking back my control. I rock my hips into him, bouncing them on his cock how I want to.
Atticus growls behind me, but his hands wrap around my hips and grip them tightly, making each backward thrust of my hips come harder, both of us fighting for dominance. He shifts his grip and jerks me up onto my knees so my back is flush with his chest.
“Is this what you want?” he grunts, catching me under the chin to turn my face to his while his other hand reaches lower, slapping my clit and then rubbing it. I shake in his hold, nodding against the grip of his hand under my chin.
He lets out a throaty laugh, starting to thrust into me again while he works his fingers on my clit and devours every expression on my face while he does it.
I reach up to slide my fingers into his hair, gripping it tight for something to hold on to. It’s so fucking soft.
“Such a greedy girl,” he says between panting breaths, and I don’t correct him, because I am being greedy, and I am not fucking sorry about it at all.
My thighs strain and shake as the pressure of his cock and the sensation of his fingers coil me into a frenzy until it feels like I’m collapsing under my own gravity.
“Yes. Yes, Trouble.”
“D-don’t stop,” I stutter, gripping everything tight for the fucking supernova that’s about to tear me apart.
“I wouldn’t fucking dare,” Atticus growls, and my cries reach a crescendo as I explode on his cock, my vision splintering into a kaleidoscope of color.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck ,” I howl as the sensation becomes almost too much, and he grunts as I realize I’m literally ripping his hair out.
I force my fingers to release and fall forward onto my elbows as the last flutters of my orgasm shoot through my core.
I’ve barely caught my breath when Atticus starts to move again, slow at first, but gaining speed as his hands grip my ass like fucking handlebars.
He curses as he rushes to his own release while burying himself deep inside me again and again and again.
With everything still so sensitive down there, it feels like every thrust makes another microgasm shatter through me until my eyes are watering and every one of my muscles shakes.
When he hisses, I know he’s close, and I want it . I want to taste him like he tasted me. I want to feel him on my lips.
“Come in my mouth,” I demand, my voice a crackling rasp. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“ Fuuuuck, ” he groans, and his excitement only winds me up more as he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my back like I weigh less than a fucking doll.
He crawls over me, planting his knees to either side of my head as I lift it to meet him, opening my mouth.
“ Goddamn.” His voice is almost a snarl as he takes himself in one hand, jerking himself rapidly while he curls his other around the base of my neck, holding me up to feed me his cock.
He throws his head back as I suck him in, twirling my tongue around his fat tip as he pumps himself to full release.
“Ahrg. Fuck, Aurora. ”
His salt erupts into my mouth, and I drink him down, sucking every last drop from him as his face pinches in glorious ecstasy.
When his eyes finally open and he pulls himself free of my lips, he looks down at me in troubled wonder. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
I grin at him wickedly, licking the last of his spend from my lips.
“We should probably take a little break.”
My brows pull together. “A break ?”
He nods, his throat bobbing between pants. “Oh, Trouble, I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”