Chapter Nineteen
Nineteen
Tegan
How was I supposed to articulate to Atlas that I wanted to fuck? It had only been a few days since we started dating, but we had made time to see each other every day, even if it was only for a few moments.
The night that he first asked me to go out with him, I could feel the sexual tension rolling off him in waves. I knew he wanted it—wanted me—but I felt him pull away at the last second.
Why was that? Had it been a long time for him, too? It was obvious that he was attracted to me, but maybe he just wanted to take things slow. I mean, that was fine, right?
I didn’t need sex.
Or maybe I did?
Okay, I needed sex. Like really needed it with Atlas. I’d had enough with fantasies and website photos showcasing his impressive package. I wanted the real thing.
“That sound like a plan, Tegan?” His deep growl of a voice brought me out of my thoughts as he handed me a pair of dumbbells.
Once again, I was spacing out during our training session. When you’re working out with your boyfriend and sex is the only thing on your mind, you’re bound to be a little bit distracted.
“Mhm. Yep. Sounds good,” I said, performing what I considered a perfect curl.
“No.” He laughed, reaching for my arm. “We aren’t doing curls today.
Overhead shoulder press. We’re working on triceps, chest, and shoulders today.
” He stepped up behind me, his hulking frame dwarfing mine in the mirrored wall in front of us.
He brought his hands up to my arms, the rough pads of his fingers guiding them to where they needed to be.
“Like this,” he said as he leaned in closer, lifting my arms up and through the motion.
His body was so close to mine that I could feel the warm puffs of his breath on my neck with each word he spoke. I did my best to concentrate on what I was doing, but I managed to stick my ass out while I did it until I was almost grinding on him.
I could feel his dick getting hard against me, and when I finished my last set, our eyes met in the mirror.
“Shit, Tegan. I am so sorry,” he said before stepping back and turning away from me, his hands cradling the back of his head.
I set the weights down and made my way over to him. It was time to lay it all out on the table. “Atlas, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I am, like, really sexually attracted to you. You know that, right?” I reached up and gave his biceps a gentle squeeze.
He turned and stared down his muzzle at me, those golden orbs blazing with desire. “I’m really attracted to you, too. And it was probably painfully obvious just now.”
Uh, yeah it was. There was no way you could ignore that thing.
And I wasn’t going to.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger, beckoning him down to my level.
Atlas didn’t hesitate. He was on me in a second, his lips crashing into mine, the short hairs on his muzzle tickling my face as he pulled my body flush against his.
I moaned, fisting his shirt, angling my head to give him better access to my mouth.
He was always so careful with me, watching his claws and his teeth, doing his best not to hurt me, but to be honest, it was sexy as fuck knowing that at any moment he could overpower me.
I loved the sweet side of Atlas, but I was excited to see what would happen if he let his control slip a little bit.
It was like he could read my mind because he tightened his grip on my hip, the tips of his claws digging into me just the slightest as his cock rubbed against my pussy.
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and its rough, textured surface dragged against my tongue.
I groaned, imagining what it would feel like teasing my clit with long, slow strokes.
“Atlas,” I moaned against his mouth. “What if someone sees us?”
“It’s not even five a.m., Tegan. No one is going to catch us. And trust me,” he murmured between kisses, “there are worse things that go on here.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my interest piqued. “Like what?”
His dark laugh against my lips sent a wave of need through me, one that intensified when he said, “Like me jerking off in the locker room while thinking of you.”
It was nice having confirmation that he’d fantasized about me like I’d fantasized about him. I didn’t feel nearly as bad about making myself squirt to his competition photo now.
If other things went on in the gym…
I grabbed his hand, leading him over to one of the weight benches.
“Sit down.” My voice was breathy, and I was sure my face was red from kissing him.
I expected some half-assed protest, but he adjusted his boner and sat down on the bench.
Leaning in, I gave him a quick peck on the lips before lowering to my knees in front of him. “Pull out your cock.”
“Baby, you don’t have to do this,” he said, his brow furrowed with concern.
Baby. Atlas called me “baby.”
“Please,” I said. “I need it.” I didn’t even recognize the sound of my own voice. Who was this lusty sex goddess?
The corner of Atlas’s muzzle curled up into a mischievous smile as he slipped down his shorts and underwear, letting his cock spring free.
Holy fuck.
Hung like a horse was nothing compared to hung like a wolven.
His cock was enormous, long and thick with a few prominent veins running along the underside. A light dusting of gray fur covered his heavy balls, but the shaft was smooth and hairless, the skin the same gray color as his fur.
But the tip—the head of his cock—was a bright, vibrant red.
A bead of precum was already collecting along the slit and it made my mouth water. I wanted to taste it.
I ran my fingers through the fur of Atlas’s thighs, and he shuddered.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Atlas?” I asked, glancing up at him through my lashes.
“Fuck, please,” he growled, the tips of his claws piercing the weight bench with an iron grip.
I licked my lips and leaned forward, opening my mouth and taking the tip of his cock inside. The taste of his precum hit my tongue, making me hum. It was sweeter than a human’s. None of that salty, bleach-like taste that I was used to from my previous partners. I’d happily swallow for him any day.
“Unf, Tegan,” he groaned, and slid his hands into my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands but not forcing me down onto his cock.
I was thankful for that because he was so big, I was worried I’d gag. Throwing up on someone’s dick the first time you blow them isn’t a good look.
I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper and deeper with every shallow bob of my head. It certainly wouldn’t happen today, but I was determined to deep-throat him someday.
Look at me, already making plans to do this again.
Atlas started thrusting his hips lightly, his measured breaths turning into desperate pants. “Yes, baby. Look at you taking my cock as deep as you can. You’re doing so well. Feels so fucking good.”
I hummed and sucked harder, my lips tingling from the stretch and from the suction, but I slowed when I ran into something.
Bringing my hand up to Atlas’s shaft, I gripped near the base and felt a thickened ring of tissue circling his cock.
“Ahh, fuck,” he groaned. “Ha, I see you found my knot. Do you think you can take it, Tegan?” I looked up, my eyes meeting his gaze while I kept on sucking. “When I fuck your tight pussy, we’ll find out.”
Fuck.
I knew about knots, but I’d never been with someone who had one.
Not only did he want to put his gigantic cock inside of me, but that thick-ass knot was supposed to fit inside of me, too? That was fucking hot.
Atlas gripped my head a little tighter and pistoned his hips in light thrusts. “That’s right. You like this monster cock, don’t you, sweet thing? Yeah, just like that.”
I worked my mouth over his cock with fast bobs of my head, my spit mixing with precum, dribbling down my chin and onto Atlas’s balls.
My fingers clenched around his knot and Atlas sucked in a breath, his hands tightening in my hair once again.
“Yes, baby. Fuck! I’m gonna come.” His voice was a deep growl, low and desperate to finish.
Again, I plunged his cock into the back of my throat as far as I could, my tongue cupping the veins on the underside of his dick until I felt it start to pulse, filling my mouth with his cum.
Eventually, his body stilled and his grip on my head loosened.
I pulled off his cock with a wet pop and a small stream of cum trickled out onto my chin.
Before I could wipe it away, Atlas’s thumb was there.
Ever so gently, he swiped it away and popped the rough pad of his finger into my mouth.
I groaned and sucked his finger, careful to avoid his claw.
I looked up at Atlas—his yellow eyes were slightly hooded, and he had a contented grin on his face.
“Good girl,” he said with a sigh as he tucked his cock back into his shorts. “That was amazing.”
Holding out his hand, he pulled me to my feet, then onto his lap.
I buried my face in the thick fur on his neck, letting out a deep sigh.
Even though I wasn’t the one who just got off, I felt relaxed and content cuddled up against him. Like this was where I was supposed to be.
Atlas nuzzled his snout along my temple before gently nipping my earlobe with his teeth. “Say something, Tegan. You’re making me worried.” His voice was a quiet whisper.
I reached up and ran my fingers through the soft fur of his cheek, bringing his face closer to mine. “I just sucked your dick in the gym.” I snorted a laugh, feeling my cheeks redden.
Warm, rumbling laughter erupted from Atlas’s chest, and he rubbed the damp tip of his nose against mine affectionately. “You did. And it was hot as fuck.”