Chapter 27 #2
His hands hesitate and I wonder if I said something I shouldn’t have. I really ought to have insisted on no talking and absolutely no thinking.
Atticus’s fingers draw a line from my chest down, almost teasingly light on my skin. “He could take you from me with so much ease.”
His eyes have such a far-off look in them that I reach out and cup his face. His eyes shift to meet mine. “Please don’t hurt me by pulling away from me.”
“I promised you that I wouldn’t. Stop being so persistent,” he mutters.
“Do you hear yourself? I have to be persistent in order to deal with you!”
“Hmm…”
“Don’t ‘hmm’ me,” I grumble, but then he nips my neck and I’m putty in his hands again.
“I’m glad I’ve figured out how to make you quiet,” he says, licking the spot he nipped.
His hand draws my shirt up, pulling it off before he sits back and watches his fingers travel down to my pants that are still pushed down.
I didn’t even manage to free my dick, which he teases with his fingers as they dance around the base, so close but not touching.
“You’re going to tease me to death,” I complain while I reach for his pants, but he snatches up my hands again, using one hand this time to pin both. “And you’re evil!”
“I sure am,” he says as he slides my pants down, leaving my underwear in place. He tosses the pants and releases my hands. “Where’s the lube?”
“It’s in my bag. I just have a pile of expired lube…
I’ve been waiting so long,” I joke, trying to reach for it.
He pushes me back down and reaches over, snagging my bag.
After pulling the lube out, he squeezes some on his fingers before pushing one of my legs up.
Atticus kisses a line down my thigh while his wet fingers trail down between my ass cheeks that are just barely exposed.
His finger traces against my hole as my dick aches for attention from where it’s confined in my underwear.
But I’m aware that if I reach down, my hands will be pinned like I’m being disciplined for merely wanting to free my aching cock.
“I wish you were naked.” I toss him my sweetest smile, and he side-eyes me from where his lips are pressed against my thigh.
“I bet you do,” he says a moment before his teeth sink into my thigh just as he pushes two fingers into me.
Pleasure explodes inside me and I moan. It’s like electricity shooting up my body… why the fuck does that feel so good? It’s only his fingers, but… fuck…
Is it just because he bit me?
Atticus pulls back and watches a bead of blood roll down my thigh, down toward my groin. As his fingers caress inside me, his tongue trails down after the blood. His cheek rubs against my cock and I bite my lip, needing more. Wanting to feel more of him inside me. Wanting to feel his cock…
After finally whipping off my underwear, his fingers slide around my shaft before he takes the tip into his mouth, and I decide all those other thoughts can wait because right now…
right now, this is euphoria. It’s like I’m in a daze ever since he bit me; every touch feels electric.
Another finger slides inside, opening me up before stroking me just right.
How can it feel like he already knows my body?
He leans back, drawing his fingers out of me before trailing them up my cock. His eyes are on me as I’m left lying here, already feeling like a mess. Everything feels so fucking amazing, and now that his hands have pulled away from me, I ache for them to return.
Atticus tugs his shirt off and drops it before unbuckling his pants.
I watch while he slowly pushes them down, like he’s even going to taunt me with this.
My eyes are immediately on his cock that is as eager for attention as mine.
I don’t know why that makes me so fucking happy.
Like did I think he was touching me this way while completely uninterested in me?
Did I think he’d just whip out a limp dick and be like, “Well, guess this was fun, but I feel nothing for you”?
“Why are you smiling so foolishly?”
“Because you want me back.”
His eyebrow rises. “Didn’t we already determine this back when you were a human?”
I gape at him as I try to rewind through memories of my past. “I’m sorry, you think I should have read your mind? Which part of you screamed ‘I’m flirting’?”
“All parts,” he says stoically. “We just both knew we couldn’t go through with it.”
“I should get a reward for dealing with you. You’re impossible,” I grumble.
“Nah.”
“I think you are,” I say. “Can I touch you now?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Punishment.”
“For what? I’ve been perfect my entire life,” I declare.
“How about… I taunt you for one minute per item you’ve stolen from me. I won’t even count the money.”
I look at him in horror. “We would be here for an eternity… although spending an eternity with you doesn’t sound all that bad.”
He raises an eyebrow before letting out a small laugh. “I have to hand it to you… that one was pretty good.”
“Sure was,” I say with a grin. And while he’s busy being distracted by my superior flirting, I draw him in and wrap my legs around his waist. His cock brushes against mine as I capture his lips.
This is mine.
All mine.
We might have gone through hell and back, but in the end… he’s all mine.
I’m never going to let him go again.
Never going to hand him over to Morpheus.
My hands tighten on him as I realize that my thoughts are all wishful thinking. I really don’t have control over what happens to him when Morpheus is involved.
“Where is that brain of yours going? I can see it wandering off,” Atticus says before possessively kissing me. Even though I don’t need to breathe, I feel almost breathless when he finally lets go of me.
“It’s wrapped up in thoughts of you.”
“I’m in front of you; you don’t need to think about anything or anyone else,” he says as he nips my lip. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Very much.”
“I’m not sure you do if you’re thinking about other things.”
I reach down and run my finger over my hole. “I want your cock right here. I want you to fuck all other thoughts out of me.”
His cock nudges against my entrance as he pulls my hips up.
I feel the head of his cock press against me, pushing slightly until I gradually begin to open up, his girth making me moan.
How can everything he does to me feel so good?
My fingers dig into his back when he stops with only the tip inside me.
“Do I deserve to be tortured even more?” I ask.
But when I look up at him, I catch the expression on his face.
“I don’t want to rush it. I want to watch you take every inch of my cock,” he says as his fingers press down on my lower abdomen, like he’s touching the spot where he’s buried in me.
Then his fingers drift over to my cock and gently squeeze.
It feels so fucking incredible when he slowly pushes into me.
Atticus stops moving when he’s buried deep inside me and pulls me up for a kiss.
It causes the tip of my leaking cock to rub against him, smearing precome across his skin.
He leans back before pistoning into me, making a moan escape me.
Has anticipating this for so many years made this feel even better? No one has ever made me feel like this.
The strokes of his hand on my cock move right in time with his thrusts. I can’t get enough of it. Greedily, I want more and more. And as he moves inside me, he draws me deeper into bliss.