Chapter 15 #3
But it had never happened that way for her. Already, her hands were flying up and curling around his powerful arms. Unease, uncertainty, filled her. “That won’t happen.” Not for her. And maybe fine had been a stretch. Because she didn’t always come with her lovers.
She’d had sex two times with Gage. But…both times…
I was too tense. He was frantic and hungry, and I wasn’t there. I couldn’t be there.
“You’ve been fucking the wrong men.” A flat and brutal assertion. “The problem is now corrected. You’re with the right man. A man who knows exactly how you need to be fucked. Trust me.”
Her gaze collided with his.
Pleasure…oh, the tempting promise of pleasure. His mouth on her. That wicked tongue of his, stroking her. Slowly, she nodded.
His dimples flashed. “Focus only on me.”
She was too aware of her racing heart. Of the mad chorus of thoughts rolling in her head. I won’t be able to come for him. He’ll get frustrated. He’ll get impatient. He won’t enjoy me.
“Where do you want my hands, sweets?”
They weren’t on her. They were beside her, pushing into the mattress.
“Where do you want them? Say it. Tell me.”
“I want…” Why was this so hard? “Take off my pants.” She’d already kicked off her shoes on her own.
He nodded. “Done.” He eased back. His hand went to her waist, and he unbuttoned the pants. Unzipped them. Slowly pulled them down over her hips and her legs and then he tossed them on the floor.
She wet her lips.
He was staring at the black panties she wore. He crouched between her legs—legs she’d spread wide. Maybe she’d even just spread them a bit wider. She waited for him to touch her.
He didn’t.
“Talk to me,” he ordered. “Where do you want my fingers?”
She closed her eyes. Maybe it would be easier if she didn’t stare at him directly. “In me.” Husky.
“Your wish is my command.” His fingers slid over the crotch of her panties, and Lily hissed out a sharp breath.
Then those nimble fingers of his were darting under the edge of her panties. Rubbing over her clit, and she arched toward him, helpless. The spike of pleasure she felt shocked her. She bit her lower lip to hold back a moan when one long finger pressed into her. One, then another.
“Aw, Lily. You’re so tight. But it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Because you were waiting for me.”
No, no, she hadn’t been waiting for him. She’d just been—no one else understood. She’d been tired of lovers who—
“Talk to me.”
Her eyes opened.
His thumb pressed against her clit. Rubbed. “Tell me that you want me to lick you.”
“I want…” Say it. “I want you to lick me.”
His hand pulled back immediately. She arched, missing his touch, hating that he’d pulled back when she was enjoying the feel of his fingers against her.
Fabric tore. Ripped. Her panties? She craned to look down, now wanting to see him. Needing to see him.
“Not sorry at all about that.” He tossed the scrap that had been her panties to the floor. His warm hands pressed to the inside of her thighs, and he slowly pushed them apart even more. “Watch me lick you.” His head lowered.
His mouth got closer and closer and her breath heaved out because this was…he was…
His mouth touched her. A soft kiss.
She grabbed for the covers.
Because…
He stopped being so careful.
He began to lick her. To taste her. Demanding.
Taking her over and over with his tongue.
Tongue, lips. Tasting and licking and taking, and one hand left her thigh so that he could push his fingers into her as he took and took and licked her clit like he was maddened.
Desperate and greedy and the emotions and needs surging through her were so strong that they scared her.
Can’t let go. Can’t.
“You can.” His breath blew against her clit.
“You can come for me, can’t you, sweets?
You can come against my mouth. You can come against my tongue.
” He licked her again. Again. He growled, and she felt the savage sound in her core.
“You can come with my tongue in you.” And his tongue was inside, replacing his fingers.
Licking her. Lapping her up greedily before swiping back and sliding over her clit.
Her hips surged up toward him. Yet even as her hips slammed her toward his face and that wicked, wicked mouth, her hands flew down to push against his shoulders. To push him back.
She never wanted him to stop.
She wanted to stop herself.
She needed, and she feared, and if she let go, she’d be too vulnerable. Too exposed.
“Oh, my sweets, are you focusing on the way it feels when my tongue licks you?” He licked her again. That deep, dark voice pulled her. Compelled her. “On the way it feels when my fingers fuck you?” They were fucking her. In and out. In and out. Even as he licked and took and controlled her.
Control.
She didn’t have control. It was gone. He had it all. He was working her body and controlling her and there was—
“You’re going to come for me,” he told her. “You’re going to come hard against my mouth. Grind that sweet pussy against me.”
She was grinding against him. Helplessly. Eagerly. She couldn’t stop.
She didn’t push at his shoulders. She clutched them. Drew him closer. Her nails bit into his skin. Her head tipped back against the pillow.
He was sucking her clit now. Sucking her even as those skillful fingers drove into her.
“I’m going to taste you when you come.” A fierce promise from Atlas. “I’ll taste everything. Every single drop—”
She shattered. No other word for it. Lily was shattering as she looked down at him between her thighs. Taking and tasting, and she shuddered because he was so powerful and strong and so focused on her. Licking. Stroking. Claiming.
She could not hold back the orgasm. It just exploded through her. Surging through every cell of her body. Detonating through her. So much pleasure that she could barely breathe. The bedroom seemed to dim. To spin. She arched and cried out, the sound of her own release shocking to her ears.
He licked her again. Kept using his mouth as she rode out the wave of release. Endless. That was how it felt. Not some brief flash of pleasure. Not a little pop that was gone before she even realized it happened. This was so much more.
This was…
Soul deep. Body wrenching. The kind of pleasure she’d dreamed of having.
The perfect release.
Her breathing slowed. Trembles still shook her body. His head lifted. Atlas licked his lips, as if he had to have one more taste of her, and he was determined to savor every drop.
She held his stare as reality came back. A reality where she’d just come harder than she ever had thought possible, and he was still fully dressed. Between her thighs. Her blouse was still on. Her bra.
Her panties were ripped and tossed somewhere.
And she didn’t even care about them.
He began to rise. He eased back, but his gaze darted between her legs. “So fucking pretty.”
Was she supposed to say thank you? Thank you for the best orgasm ever?
He climbed off the bed. She turned toward him, aware that she could feel aftershocks inside, little quivers that sent pulses of pleasure careening through her. She expected him to strip. To toss off his shirt. Ditch his boots and the black pants and to come and fuck her.
Forget their forty-eight hours. She wanted more.
But he…
Took a step away from the bed. “That’s a taste, Lily. My taste.”
“Atlas…”
“Forty-eight hours. You need to make up your mind fully in that time.”
She’d just come against his mouth. If that didn’t say she’d made up her mind and was ready to fuck, what did?
“Because when my dick gets in you, I am not going to give you up. I will be possessive. I will be jealous. I will be a total bastard when it comes to you because you will be mine.” He reached out.
Caught her hand. The engagement ring flashed.
“I think you already are mine. I feel it in my bones.” But he let her go.
She sat up. Pulled the blouse down to cover the V between her legs. “You didn’t come.”
“No, I didn’t, though it was a damn near thing. Not like I want to come in my pants at this age.” Those incredible eyes of his shot blue fire at her. “I’ll come in you. The clock is ticking down on that.”
She reached out the hand that he’d just released.
Her fingers pressed right over the top of his belt.
“I could taste you.” He was clearly skilled at oral sex, and she’d never tried it.
She should probably be up front about that lack of experience.
“I’ve never gone down on a man, so you’ll have to show me what you like. ”
A deep, hard snarl.
Her eyes widened.
“Lily, I am trying not to fuck you into oblivion. But you seem determined to push…My control will only last so long.” An inhale. “Why no one else? You let them fuck your pussy but not your mouth?”
She flinched. Her hand dropped.
His hands curled around her shoulders. “I am a jealous bastard. Be warned on that. Why didn’t you put your mouth—”
“Because the fucks were fast and in the dark. Because I didn’t show them my scars.”
He frowned. Glanced down at her. “You…kept your shirt on. When I was tasting you…you kept your shirt on.”
She had. She pulled the blouse lower.
“You stripped for me before.”
Yes, she was aware of what she’d done. “You think I don’t know that I’ve got issues?”
The faint lines near his eyes deepened. “You have me. Know that. Fuck the issues.” His hand flew out to curl around hers as she held the shirt as a cover. “You don’t want to be vulnerable. You don’t want to be weak. You don’t want to—”
“I don’t want to explain to a lover that a murderer tried to cut me open, and in return, I nearly killed him. I was slitting his throat, in the process of cutting him from ear to ear with that stupid shiv, when the three guards finally hauled me off him.” There. Dark. Bitter. Twisted truth.
And Atlas smiled at her. Those perfect dimples. He took her hand, and he brought it back to him. He raised his shirt, and he put her fingers against the scars that marked him.