Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Stormy
“Come on, Stormy.” Atlas holds out his hand to me.
For a moment, I stand there, contemplating what could happen if I go with him.
What my body wants versus what my heart and mind are telling me to do.
Finally, I take his hand, and he leads me and Gurgi out of the room.
We move through the common area and down a hall parallel to the one we just came from.
At the end, he places a hand on a scanner, and I hear the locks disengage.
Atlas directs me inside. The room is a large living space dominated by a wall of monitors and computers, with a sofa and a single bookcase.
On the screens, images of me scroll in a slideshow.
One monitor shows his brother and River holding a baby.
I can’t stop my feet from moving toward it. The baby is a perfect mix of both parents. Cute and chubby. River looks so happy holding the baby and standing in Reaper’s arms.
“I knew she would survive. That he would come and get her. I’m so glad she didn’t have to go through what I did.” The words are soft, and my chest aches with the knowledge that she was saved while I wasn’t.
Atlas wraps his arms around me and pulls me back into his body.
“I went there that day for you too. I wanted to be with that cute little purple-haired girl. But by the time we got there, you’d already been taken away. I was able to track you to the airport.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “I regret not getting to you sooner, baby. I’m sorry.”
I turn in his embrace and look up at him. His large hand comes to my cheek, and he gently caresses it.
“It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have done a lot of things that day. But they did it all. It’s on them. It’s not on you or me,” I tell him the truth I’ve finally learned and accepted.
“I want you to know I’ll be with you through the whole road of recovery.” His kind send butterflies erupting through my belly.
I smile softly, my lips barely tipping up. “I’m learning to heal. I speak with a counselor every week. I survived the explosion and its aftereffects. Now I just need to keep from being found again.”
“I’ll keep you safe.” He’s so sure of that.
I lean into his hand and slowly close my eyes. I know what I want, and I won’t have another chance. I rise up on my toes as I pull his head down to mine.
When our lips touch, it’s fire. I pull away and gasp before leaning up again. He pulls me up to devour me. Our lips and tongues move against each other in a soft, sensuous language as old as time. His tongue is firm and demanding, and I open for him.
I moan at the first contact, and he tugs at my waist, pulling me closer. My leg wraps around his, pulling him in tight. He groans then lifts me up with one hand. I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips, our lips moving over each other.
As he moves, I feel his erection at my core, and I rip my mouth away from his. A moan, long and loud, escapes my lips. His hand grips my hair, tugging my head back, and his warm lips land on my neck. He slides his tongue down the column.
“Yes, Atlas.” I start to move my hips against his, and his step falters slightly.
“Baby, I want deep inside you. I’ve dreamed of it for so long now, but we can’t.”
I pull away and look down at him as he holds me and moves to the top of my breasts.
“Why the fuck not? Are you with another woman? Do you have an old lady?” I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Did my need to finally have human sexual contact cloud my judgement.
He chuckles deep, and I feel it against my nipples and clit. My body erupts in gooseflesh.
“No, baby. There is only you. Only ever will be you. But I don’t want to rush you. You’ve been through so much.”
I grip his cheeks and tilt his head up to look at me.
“You’re right. I have been through a lot, but I know my body.
It’s been more than nine months since I escaped and a year and a half since I last had control over my desires.
Since I’ve been able to say who, where, and what I want.
” I lean forward and kiss his soft lips.
“I want you, Atlas.” I kiss him again a bit longer.
“I want you to be my first since then. I’m not whole yet.
I’ll never be over what happened to me, but I want this. ”
“Are you sure?”
His eyes say so much more than his words. They are full of emotion. Pride, caring, maybe even love. Tears come to my eyes, and I nod as I chew on my top lip.
“I’m positive.”
I lean back into him and kiss him. My tears fall and mingle with our kiss. Salty against his intoxicating taste. He twists us, landing on his back on the bed with me straddling his lap. His muscles flex as he moves us upward until he’s sitting against the headboard.
“Then you’re in charge, baby,” he tells me, and it’s the best thing he could have said.
I grip his shirt at the waist and pull it up over his abs, his chest, and finally over his head.
“Tit for tat, Stormy.” The way he growls my name has me trembling as I reach down to the buttons of my leather vest.
I hesitate for a moment. “I have scars,” I say quietly.
His large hand comes to rest on my chest, just above my breasts, and he presses his palm there gently. “I don’t care. I want you just the way you are.”
I nod at him, then pop the buttons. My vest falls open.
He zeros in on my full B cups. The rosy nipples begging for his mouth.
He pulls me up as he leans forward and takes one between his lips.
His beard tickles the edges, and I moan as his hot mouth covers me.
He sucks my nipple deep while pinching and tugging on the other.
My hands move across his chest, and I pull at the black barbells through his nipples.
“I want to do this too.”
He pulls back from my breasts. “What?”
“I want to pierce my nipples next.”
“Fuck, baby, that would be sexy as fuck. I’m going to come just thinking of pulling and playing with those.” He goes back to loving on my breasts.
Every time I pull on his piercings, his hips jump. I press down, feeling him through his jeans and the thin, fake leather of my shorts. His hands move to my waist, and he kisses my lips deep and hard. I continue to ride him until it’s not enough. My body is on fire.
I pull away and slide down his body. I pop the button on his fly and carefully unzip his jeans.
He lifts his hips, and I yank his jeans and boxers down to his knees.
His cock stands long and proud in my face.
Precum drips from the pierced tip, the Apadravya piercing catching my eye.
I look up his body and raise an eyebrow at him.
“All for you, baby. I got it shortly after you were taken, so your brother wouldn’t question why I wasn’t picking up any women. It was a joke in the clubhouse for months.”
I don’t want to think of my brother.
I lick up the precum, not wanting to lose any of it.
When I slide my mouth over his cock, I feel the piercing along my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I slide him in deep, taking as much of him as I can while my hand slowly moves up and down the shaft.
Atlas pushes my dreads back so he can watch as I love on him.
I continue to work him in and out of my mouth.
He’s groaning and growling. His hand tightens in my hair, and I reach forward to grab his balls and gently roll them in my palm.
He tries to pull away, but I hold on tight, wanting to give him pleasure.
I take his cock as deep as I can and swallow as he comes hard down my throat.
His hand holds me in place, and I love the feel of it.
In this moment, there’s nothing but him and me.
When I sit up, his eyes are droopy, and he has a sexy grin on his face.
“Fuck, baby, I’m never letting you go. Your brother can threaten to kill me, but I won’t be able to live without you.”
He dives for me, and I’m on my back with him working the leather and lace down my legs. He kicks off his boots and jeans before pushing me up the bed. His cock is already getting hard again as he takes me in.
Now I’m self-conscious.
Titan
My hands slide up her legs. I notice the puckered skin along her feet and heels.
Leaning forward, I softly kiss each scar.
I continue my quest up her body. My tongue snakes out and licks along her knees as my hands slide up the back side, spreading her legs wide.
Her perfect pink pussy glistens with her desire.
I look up her body. Her eyes are focused on me.
I only see desire and need in them, but I still worry about her.
“You still good, baby?” I ask and watch as her eyes start to tear up again.
“Yes. I’m so good right now.”
“Excellent.”
When my hands encounter more scars, I roll her and kiss them before opening her up completely.
My shoulders fitting between her legs. Softly, I blow against her clit that is starting to peek out of its hood.
She moans, and her hands dive into my hair, tugging me to her.
I gently lick her clit, but as soon as her scent and flavor burst across my senses, I become overwhelmed.
I push my face into her body. My nose rubs her clit as I fuck her long and deep with my tongue, then I move my mouth back to it, sucking it in.
She cries out as I rub my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Two fingers find her opening, and I press inside her.
I zero in on that soft, spongy part where her G-spot is and start rubbing as I continue to suck and lick her clit.
Stormy squeezes and pulls my hair as she cries out.
I hear Gurgi howl in the living room before he huffs and settles by the door. He’s going to have to stay out of our room when I’m making love to her if he’s going to try to interfere.
She cries out long and loud as she comes, and I replace my fingers with my mouth, suctioning around her opening. I suck everything down that she’s giving me, not stopping, even as she starts to come down from her high.
I continue to build her up again, giving her more pleasure. When I can’t take it anymore, I rise and roll us, putting her on top again. I want her to lead.
Stormy sits up, and together, we guide my cock to her entrance. When she just drops onto me, we both cry out. Her from the invasion, me from desire. She’s tight as a glove around me and so hot. An instant of wonder hits me, and then I realize why.
“Baby, I don’t have a condom on.” I grit my teeth as she starts moving.
“I have an IUD. I got it put in after I was rescued. They gave me shots to keep me from getting pregnant, but I wanted control, so I changed to the IUD.”
She doesn’t stop moving, and I grip her hips, helping her move up and down my cock. She throws her head back. All that blond hair falls to my legs. Stormy braces against my knees and starts twisting her hips in a rhythmic pattern. My eyes start to cross.
“No,” I bark, losing control.
I roll us and pull her legs up over my arms as I go for broke.
Deep thrusts that will take her over the edge before me.
She’s thrashing around. Her nails dig into my sides, and her neck arches.
I lean forward and bite her neck before sucking on the skin, needing to mark her in some way.
She screams my name as she comes again, and it pulls my orgasm from my body.
I want to hear her say my name for the rest of our lives.
Rolling us again, I release her legs and leave her on top of me.
I can feel our combined fluids slipping from her body.
I lie there for a moment until my legs no longer feel like jelly before I lift her up and carry her into the shower, where I can’t stop myself from taking her against the wall.
I mark her breasts with hickeys before we both collapse back in the bed, exhausted.