One Week Later #2
He doesn’t hesitate to plunge two fingers inside me, and I moan into his mouth.
I’m soaking wet and ready for him, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Atticus, it’s that he doesn’t like quickies.
He wants to tease me, drag it out, fill me with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock before letting me finish.
I can’t say that I blame him.
If I’d been deprived of sex for a hundred years, I’d take my time and relish every second too.
“You’re so wet for me,” he rumbles as his fingers slowly slide in and out. I rock my hips in response, meeting each thrust of his fingers. “And so fucking responsive.”
His thumb finds my clit, and I jump at the contact. It’s so sensitive and swollen that the slightest touch has me reeling. As he teases slow circles around it and pumps his fingers into me, his free hand tangles in the hair at the nape of my neck and tugs just enough to ache.
I whimper.
“I want you to come for me before you ride my cock.” He plunges his fingers deeper. “I want to hear how good you sound when you fall apart.”
“Fuckkk,” I moan, rocking my hips faster as his thumb speeds up on my clit.
It didn’t take this man long at all to figure out what drives me crazy or what turns me into feral, horny mess, but he’s fucking good at it. Far better than he has any right to be.
“That’s it.” His voice wraps around me as heat spirals through my core, the tension building. “Fuck my fingers, darling. Take what you need.”
Something about Atticus’ southern twang, coupled with the filthy way he talks me through it, has me bucking my hips wilder and chasing my climax. It doesn’t take long, a few seconds at most, before the tidal wave of pleasure crashes into me and has me crying out.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I gasp as my body trembles.
Atticus swallows my steady stream of curses with a kiss as my walls clamp down on his fingers, and he smiles against my lips.
“So stunning,” he says, slowly slipping his hand out of my leggings. “Are you ready for my cock?”
I’m still coming down from the high of my orgasm, but I nod helplessly and fumble with his belt.
“Please,” I beg before he kisses me again.
He manages to shimmy his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his cock bobbing free and pressing against me. Getting my leggings down isn’t nearly as easy from this position, but it doesn’t deter Atticus. He grabs them with his hands, and the sound of ripping material fills the car.
Air kisses my heated, soaked thighs, and my jaw drops.
“Did you just… tear my leggings?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“I’ll get you more,” is all he says before lining himself up and sinking into me with a single punch of his hips.
I no longer care about the fucking leggings.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he grabs my ass with both hands and lifts my hips, slamming me back down onto his cock.
He moans against my skin, peppering kisses around my throat, across my chest. There isn’t much room for me to ride him in this position without hitting my head on the roof of the car, so I point to the lever on the side of the seat.
“Pull that,” I urge.
Atticus obeys without question, and I shove him backward at the same time. His eyebrows shoot up as the seat lays almost flat, and my bare chest presses against his.
“That’s much better.” He smirks and grabs my hips again. “You better hold on tight.”
I barely have time to grab the seat above his shoulders before he slams into me, picking up a steady pace and dragging me down to meet each of his thrusts. He fucks me fast, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath between the steady string of moans knocking from my lips.
When he takes one of my nipples between his teeth, it sends an electric jolt directly to my clit.
I won’t last long like this.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks, his voice gruff. “Are you going to soak my cock, darling?”
Yes. Fuck, yes.
But the only thing I manage is another moan.
A truck passes by, I think, but I barely register it. I’ve lost every one of my inhibitions, and I no longer care if anyone sees Atticus fucking me senseless.
He was right.
Let them watch.
Tension builds low in my belly again, my pussy tightening around his cock as another climax builds. He doesn’t slow his thrusts, but he lifts his hips and buries himself deeper, hitting an oh-so-delicious spot.
“Come again, darling,” he says in my ear as his hand finds my throat. He squeezes just enough to have my eyes rolling back. “Let me hear you.”
The tension in me snaps, another orgasm slamming into me, and I cry out as my pussy clamps down around him.
“Fuck! Atticus!”
I’m so sensitive, every movement sending jolts of electricity through my core, but Atticus doesn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he wraps his arms around me, clutching me to his chest, and picks up his pace.
“You’re going to take every drop of me,” he growls in my ear. “I want you full and dripping with my cum. You’re mine, Cassie. Every part of you.”
Holy shit.
Thank fuck for birth control.
“I’m yours, Atticus,” I groan. “I’m yours.”
His thrusts become erratic, and he buries himself in me a final time. His thick cock twitches as he pumps me full of cum, and his mouth finds mine. I kiss him deep and slow, running my hands through his sweaty blond hair. His hands dance over my body, over my hips, up my back, over my shoulders.
I settle against him with my head on his shoulder. His arms are locked around me, his cock buried inside me, and we stay like that for several minutes, basking in the afterglow.
I never would have imagined this as my version of paradise, but I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be. Or anyone I’d rather be with.
“Darling?” he says after several minutes.
I pull away to meet his gaze. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just… You’re mine, Cassie, but I am also yours. Every part of me. I belong to you.”
Warmth sparks in my chest, and I stare into his eyes, studying their stunning shade of warm brown.
“I just need you to know that,” he goes on. “If you don’t feel the same, or if you start to doubt—”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I cut him off. “I feel the same way.”
“No, darling, I…”
He blows out a breath.
“This isn’t exactly how I wanted to do this,” he gestures to the point where we’re still connected, “but I’m in love with you.
I probably have been since the moment you stepped into that clearing, but I’ve tried to deny it.
After suffering for so long, happiness terrifies me, but with you I’m…
happy. Stupidly so. And if you don’t feel the same, that’ll be okay.
I’ll take you in whatever capacity you’ll allow, but I…
” He swallows hard, his eyes flickering with indecision. “I love you, Cassie.”
My heart jumps straight into my throat, and the world slams to a stop, but not because I’m surprised.
Since my first time in the haunted cornfield, I knew there was something drawing me to Atticus.
Something unexplainable that I thought was curiosity, obsession.
However, the more time I spent with him, the more clear my feelings became.
My heart skips a funny beat, and I open my mouth to say something but no words come out. Instead, the corners of my eyes begin to sting.
Am I really about to cry right now?
I blink hard to chase away the sensation.
“You don’t have to say it back,” he assures me with a soft smile. “I just needed you to know where I stand. I wish I could have done this differently but, well, none of this has been very conventional, has it?”
“You’re not wrong.” I giggle. “But I do feel the same, Atticus. Ever since that first night in the cornfield, I’ve been unable to get you out of my head.
Every single day I thought about going back to see you, and now that I have you, I…
I don’t think I could go a single day without you.
” Weight falls off my shoulders as the words pass my lips, and fresh heat warms my cheeks.
“I love you, and that scares the shit out of me, honestly. After what my last boyfriend put me through, I—”
“Wait.” He cuts me off this time, eyebrows shooting toward his hairline. “Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?”
It sounds a little silly considering everything we’ve been through already together, but I don’t have a better word to describe him.
“If you want to be,” I laugh. “You’re not exactly my scarecrow anymore.”
“I’d like that.” He grins. “And I promise I’ll make you forget whatever your shitty ex-boyfriend did. I’ll treat you like the precious gem you are, darling. I can promise you that.”
The words ring through my head over and over, making the corners of my eyes prickle again, and I believe every one of them.
“I love you, Atticus,” I say, leaning down to brush my lips over his.
He cups my cheek with his hand. “I love you, Cassie.”
Then he seals his words with a kiss.