Gavin #4
I know I need to walk away. I just can’t.
I am too far gone at this point. I pull myself from my pants, stroking my hard length slowly as I wait for Atlas to make his next move.
It’s his game; I am just playing along. He asks her for her safe word.
I know it’s for my benefit. The moment her bratty remark leaves her pouty lips, I snap.
My dominant side takes control. I merely go along for the ride.
I slap my dick on her forehead. Her reaction is everything I hoped it would be.
I give myself away by talking, hoping that my being here isn’t going to upset her.
I know I shouldn’t, but I want to be here; I want her.
Even if every moment I get with her is fleeting.
All she has to do is say the safe word and it all stops.
She gasps at the sound of my voice. It's what I needed to cross the line I was already tiptoeing on.
Atlas elicits a beautiful moan from her pouty mouth.
I use that as my invitation to push inside her mouth.
I thrust in as far as I can go, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag around me.
Atlas groans from his position behind her.
She must have tightened around him from the action.
Fuck, her warm mouth feels amazing wrapped around my length.
I know I will probably regret this later, but right now nothing else matters but her.
My hands fist the couch, trying to not take this further than I already have.
Atlas praises her, telling her that she is doing a good job of taking her punishment. The way her body reacts to the praise is a work of art. I limit my touch, only rubbing where her lips are wrapped around me.
Every time Atlas snaps his hips forward, she swallows me a bit deeper.
Spit is now dribbling down her chin; it's perfection.
Seeing her messy from my touch. She moans around me; the last bit of control I had dissolves completely.
My fingers wrap around her neck, not gripping hard enough to cut off her airflow but hard enough that the pressure should feel good.
I use my grip on her throat to keep her in place as I fuck her mouth a little rougher.
I nearly blow my load when she swallows again, my fingers feeling where I was in her throat.
Not a chance in hell am I coming before she does.
I look to Atlas, then to where they are connected; seeing how well she takes him does not make this any easier for me.
Atlas seems to pick up on my inner turmoil.
He reaches under her to play with her clit, shortly bringing her over the edge.
As soon as she finishes, I stop holding back.
Thrusting in and out until I fill her mouth with cum.
As soon as she swallows my cum, reality rushes back in. Atlas and I have never shared a woman before, which makes what just happened a thousand times worse. She isn't some random hookup. For either of us. He loves her and I just fucked her pretty little mouth like I have every right to.
I panic and do what I do best. I turn my back and walk away. I only make it halfway to my room when I hear her stomping down the hallway after me.
“We need to talk, Gavin.” Her voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt. Shit, I didn’t even hear her come after me.
“I am not having this conversation right now.”
“Too fucking bad.”
“Can we just not do this, Little Tornado?”
“You don’t get to be present in the moment and then shut me out, like it didn’t happen.”
“It was a mistake.”
“Funny. I didn’t hear you say no or try to stop it from happening either time. So was it a mistake, or was I the mistake?”
“You know what I meant. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? Call you on your bullshit? If you hate me so damn much, why do you have not one, but TWO, different nicknames for me?”
“You are better off not knowing my answer.”
“Just fucking tell me already!” Annoyance, anger, and even hurt lace her voice. I hate that i caused the emotions but we are too far into this conversation to stop now.
“Atlas calls you Chaos.” I spit the words out like they are venom. My anger lacing every word.
“And how does that have anything to do with you calling me Little Tornado or Little Demon?” Her eyes are watering as she looks up at me. She is practically pleading for the truth and it guts me.
“Because it’s the closest I will ever get to being able to call you MINE.
I don’t know how to be around you without being spiteful.
I don’t trust myself around you. That’s the real reason and it’s fucking infuriating.
I don’t hate you, but it would be so much easier if I fucking could.
” I hiss out the response through gritted teeth.
My chest heaves as I try to keep some form of control while I unravel in front of her.
Each word feels like a physical pain between my ribs.
This is not how I wanted this conversation to go.
I didn’t want to have this conversation at all.
She has enough shit going on without me dumping my shit into the mix.
She opens her mouth as if to respond to what I just said, but I storm out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind me before she can say anything. What the hell did I just do? I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.