Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
Atlas
Each step up to my room felt like agony, with Tegan’s pussy pressed tight against my cock. I could feel the warmth radiating off her through my pants, and I had to fight to stifle the groans that threatened to slip out of my mouth.
Tegan diligently held on to the bags of icing, her green eyes scanning the staircase, then the hall leading to my bedroom.
I kicked open the door and carried her like the queen she was to the four-poster king-size bed in the middle of the room.
Tegan looked at the white duvet with a grimace and carefully placed the piping bags of chocolate icing on the nightstand.
“Atlas,” she said, running her fingers over the fabric. “This is a really nice duvet. What if we get icing all over it?”
It was cute that in the heat of the moment she cared about my comforter, when in reality I couldn’t give two shits about that thing. I’d buy a new one. A hundred new ones.
I pressed a button on my phone that closed the automatic blinds.
“I don’t care about the blankets, Tegan. And trust me, I don’t plan on wasting a single bite of that icing.” I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, watching her heated gaze roam up and down my chest appreciatively.
It was rare that I felt confident, but the way she praised my body rather than criticizing it made me feel like I was on top of the world.
Without warning, I pounced, jumping on the bed and slowly crawling over to her.
“Atlas,” she moaned as my lips crashed into hers, my muzzle and her face colliding as intimately as they could.
Tegan’s hands explored my body as her tongue explored my mouth. Her delicate fingers traced over the hard planes of my muscular chest before circling around the pointed tips of my nipples.
“That tickles,” I chuckled against her soft lips.
“Take your clothes off,” she asked, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Oh yeah, you wanna get me naked, Ms. Rollins?” I growled as I trailed a pointed claw down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
I wanted to draw constellations with the freckles dotting her chest. Memorize their locations and kiss every single one.
“Yes. Please.” She asked so nicely, I had to comply.
“Anything for you, baby.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips before hopping off the bed. There was no way I was going to awkwardly shimmy out of these pants up there with her. If she wanted a show, she’d get one.
I didn’t spend all those years on a stage flexing for nothing.
The lights dimmed when I tapped a button on my phone, and Tegan propped herself up with pillows, watching each of my movements intently.
I shrugged off my shirt before fumbling with my pants. They unbuttoned without any issues, but I struggled to work them down over my thighs.
Shit, they were tight.
I hopped on one foot and tried to pull from the bottom of the leg, but it was no use. I threw my body onto the ground and lifted my hips, rolling the pants down over my ass, then my thighs and calves.
The whole time Tegan laughed wildly, her enjoyment of the entire situation overriding any embarrassment I felt.
I was just happy I could make her smile. Even if it was at my expense.
When I was finally down to my boxer briefs, I stood at the foot of the bed and looked up at Tegan. She stopped laughing and dug her teeth into her full lower lip.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
I rubbed my neck and smiled, sure that if my cheeks weren’t covered in fur, I’d be blushing.
“You are, too.” I got back up on the bed and slowly began to climb over top of her, taking my time to kiss whatever I could on my way up.
Stopping at her waist, I looked at her perfect body and debated all the wicked things I wanted to do to this woman.
One of my hands found its way to her pussy and rubbed her through the material of the dress. She groaned and arched her hips to meet my palm.
“Is this what you want,” I growled. “Me touching this pretty little pussy?”
“Gods, yes. Please, Atlas.” She sounded so desperate to have me. For the first time in a long time, I felt genuinely sexy. Genuinely wanted. No, not just wanted, needed.
I spread her legs to accommodate my large body and slowly hiked up her dress, marveling at the way her smooth skin pebbled under my touch. My heart beat rapidly as her panties came into view, the delicate piece of pink lace just barely covering her pussy.
“Fuck, Tegan,” I said. “You smell so fucking good.”
My snout pressed tight against her cunt, my nostrils flaring wildly to inhale as much of her as I could. I had to fight the urge to rub my face against her pussy. I wanted to mark myself with her scent.
She brought me back to reality. “Atlas, please touch me. Taste me. Something.”
My girl needed me and I felt a primal sense of satisfaction over that. I’d always provide for her. But I wasn’t in a rush. I planned to take my time with her. Draw this out as much as I could. Wring every ounce of pleasure out of her until she had nothing left to give.
Sticking out my tongue, I flattened it along the lace of her panties, licking her up and down, dragging the rough material over her cunt. I could taste her through the holes in the lace, her sweet musky flavor making me hum.
“Please,” she begged. “I need more.”
With shaky hands, I curled the tips of my claws under the waistband of her panties and pulled them over the expanse of her thick thighs. Silvery stretch marks streaked across her hips, and I kissed and nuzzled them gently as I slid her panties down to her ankles so she could kick them off.
“Fuck,” I moaned, admiring the perfectly manicured landing strip that led straight to her pussy. She was glistening, wet and slick from her arousal mixed with my spit.
My hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs, forcing her legs wider as I brought my muzzle closer to her cunt. Her breath hitched as my tongue grazed her folds before circling around her clit.
“Shit, Atlas,” Tegan said, thrusting her hips forward, pushing her delicious pussy against my face.
“Mmm,” I groaned, taking another slow lick. “So tasty. So sweet.”
I dragged my tongue against her clit repeatedly, working her up with each slow pass over the sensitive bud. I wanted to savor this. To eat Tegan like I was a starving wolf and she was my last meal.
Her body writhed beneath me, and little moans, along with my name, tumbled out of her mouth.
I increased the pressure, rubbing the textured surface of my tongue roughly against her clit.
Tegan’s thighs quivered and the wetness from her pussy coated my face.
With her scent covering me, I was in heaven.
“Yes, Atlas,” she moaned from the mountain of pillows at the top of the bed.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” I growled against her pussy before flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit. My eyes focused on her face, and with her full lips parted in a moan of pleasure, she came undone against my tongue.
My tail wagged the entire time.