Chapter 2 Devlin
TWO
DEVLIN
Atlee Walsh is the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time.
Since the moment I met her, she’s had me intrigued.
Little did I think anything like this would be happening right now, though.
My conscience is screaming at me that I shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation, but my body is saying I should give her exactly what she’s asking for.
Once I get us over to the bed, I toss her down and cover her body with mine. She’s smaller than other women I’ve previously been with. It doesn’t mean I wanted them more than I wanted her, but I’m slightly terrified I might crush her with the weight of my body.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” she says, her light eyes looking into mine.
There’s a part of me that wants to listen to her. There’s another part that wants to take and own. It wants to give her every single thing I’ve needed for myself. “I’ll take you however I can get you, Atlee. I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time we met.”
“Have you?” she questions, her legs coming up to my hips.
I grunt in the back of my throat. “How in the hell have you not been able to tell?”
She shoves her hand through my hair, tugging so that our faces are millimeters apart. I feel all of it in my cock. It jumps against the zipper on my jeans, crowding into the space between my body and the clothing.
“No one’s ever been obsessed with me before.” She shrugs. “I thought you were just trying to be nice.”
A chuckle works its way out of my throat.
“Trust me, I’m not nice to anyone, but…” I trail my finger along her jawline and down her throat, hooking my finger in her T-shirt, yanking it to expose her chest. “I might be nice to you.” Dipping my head down, I take her lips with mine, tangling our tongues together.
Our hands travel each other’s bodies, mapping the terrain over our clothing. My fingers are punishing against the globes of her ass as I cup the material of her jeans and pull her closer to me. Ripping my lips from hers, I suck in a breath. “Atlee, you’re sure about this, right?”
“Don’t fuckin’ ask me again,” she says, reaching down to take the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
I move back to give her enough room to throw the shirt to the side.
My gaze takes in her flat stomach and stacked tits held up by the lace of her bra.
My hands bracket her waist before meeting in the middle and unbuttoning the clasp of her jeans.
Pulling down the material, I take it off the end of her feet and toss it to the side, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Atlee. This smooth skin, tight tits, and stomach that flares into these hips? Why do you hide this?”
She runs her gaze down my body. “Same reason you hide what I imagine is a very fit body behind your clothes too. Because you don’t want people to look at you like you’re a piece of meat.”
“If it were you…” I reach up to yank my T-shirt over the back of my head and throw it on top of hers. “I’d let you look at me like a piece of meat any day of the week.”
Her nostrils flare as her gaze travels down my chest and ab muscles, taking in the ink that I started getting the night before I joined the military.
I’ve added to it over the years, sometimes things that mean something to me, others that don’t.
She licks her lips. “Are you going to take those jeans off?”
The tension between us is thick, and my heart is pounding a rhythm against my chest, my cock pulsing as I think about what’s going to happen once I get these jeans off and there’s very little between us. “Once these come off, I’m not going to be able to stop myself when it comes to you.”
“Good. I’m waiting on you, Devlin.”
That’s all I need to push them down, and then cover her body with mine again.
Wrapping my hand in her hair, I tug it back, exposing her throat to my mouth.
Attacking it, I kiss, lick, suck, and nip at her pulse.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to the base of her throat, encouraging me to take the flesh between my teeth.
“Devlin, that feels so fucking good.”
Her thighs spread wide, bracketing my hips, and she presses her pussy up into my cock. It’s hot and hard, trying to escape the confines of my boxer briefs.
“I’m ready to make you feel even better,” I whisper as I pull back from her neck and move down her chest, pulling the straps of her bra along her arms, releasing the round globes from the material and exposing the skin to my gaze.
“Look at those nipples, Atlee. Peaked and ready for my mouth. Is that okay with you?”
She scissors her legs against me. “Yes, I’m dying for you to touch me.”
I’m dying to touch her in the way I want to too.
Leaning forward, I take a nipple between my teeth, tugging, before I soothe the ache with my tongue.
She moans in the back of her throat, sending a shot of arousal through the middle of my body.
My cock jumps, pre-cum leaking against the fabric of my boxer briefs.
Her hand snakes down between us, slipping beneath the waistband and wrapping her fingers around my length.
Her palm circles the head before sliding down to the root, starting to jack me off.
I let her play for as long as I dare before grabbing her wrist and pressing her arm up over her head.
Pulling my mouth from her nipple, I move down her body, trailing my tongue over her flesh, letting it dip into her belly button before I kneel at the edge of the bed.
My fingertips grasp hold of her panties and yank them down her legs.
“Devlin, what are you doing?”
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I give her a grin. “If you don’t know what I’m doing, then the boys you’ve been dating are even worse than I thought.”
Her hand moves to the concave of her stomach, and she presses her fingernails into her flesh. “Guys my age aren’t really down for doing anything that doesn’t benefit them.”
“They don’t know that this would benefit them?” I raise an eyebrow, leaning forward and blowing on her pussy.
She shivers, and that reaction is everything I’ve been waiting for. “They only want one thing, and that’s for themselves to feel good. Hardly any of them think about the other person in the situation.”
“Then you’re in luck, because I’d cut off my left nut before I let a woman not be satisfied after I fuck her.
” She squeals when I press my mouth to her pussy, using my tongue to go after her clit, and then press two fingers into her.
She’s wet, wetter than I imagined she would be, and so fucking tight, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get my dick wet the first time or not.
Her legs tighten around my ears, and she thrusts up into me, obviously wanting more.
Closing my eyes, I let myself go in nose first, licking and sucking, fingers pushing in and pulling out.
She’s riding my tongue, her body tight as a string.
My cock sticks out in front of me, and I reach down with my free hand to give it a few tugs.
I can’t wait to get inside her, but I want her tight and slightly satisfied first.
Her hands reach out beside her and grip the cover in her fingers, pulling on it tightly as she screams her pleasure. Not for the first time, it makes me glad I live here by myself and not at the big house with my brothers. “There ya go,” I encourage her. “Ride it out, Atlee.”
Her body shakes as she does what I’ve told her to, her chest rising and falling, and her eyes looking down at me.
They’re glazed over with satisfaction, which is exactly what I wanted.
Reaching up, I hook my hand behind her neck and bring her gaze to mine.
“Condom or not, Atlee. Your decision. I’m clean, and it’s been a while for me. ”
“No condom, Devlin. I wanna feel you. Wanna feel alive and forget everything that happened last night.”
And I want to give her all of that. Pushing off my knees, I cover her body with mine before reaching down and spreading her thighs to make room. Using two fingers, I press her open, making sure she’s completely ready for me. Her hand comes down, wrapping around my wrist. Our eyes meet.
“I’m ready, Devlin. Fuck me already.”
With a groan, I press into her. “You’re so fucking tight, goddamn.”
“You’re so fucking big.”
Looking up, she’s got a dreamy smile on her face.
I put that smile there and gave her that blissed out expression.
I’ll remember this until the day I die. I’ve never thought that about any other woman before.
Words aren’t needed between the two of us as we push and pull, me fucking her swiftly as she shoves her head back against the covers.
My hands find hers, our palms connecting before our fingers entwine together.
I’m holding on tight as I use the leverage to swing my hips and allow me to get deeper.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct her between gritted teeth as the tingling starts at the base of my spine.
Her body tightens as she rubs her clit, and I let go of the grip I’ve had on my pleasure. Reaching down, I take her mouth, and the two of us groan as we crash through our orgasms together. Both of us breathing wildly, I hook my arm around her neck and pull her into me.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for taking away those bad memories and making me feel safe again.”
“You’re welcome,” I answer.
But in the back of my mind, I’m thinking something else entirely. I’ll find the fucker who did this, and I’ll make him pay in ways he never thought possible.