Chapter 9 #3
He laughs softly, stepping closer while I process that information. “You got jealous over my cousin.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
I hate how entertained he looks. I hate the relief that floods through me so fast my knees feel weak even more. Something about my expression must change, because his smile fades slightly, replaced by something warmer and more focused.
“Atlas—”
Then he kisses me.
Hard.
Every thought in my head turns into static immediately. My back hits the door, Atlas crowding into my space with enough force to steal the rest of the air from my lungs. His hands slide into my hair while he kisses me like he’s been waiting to do it since the second I walked away from him.
And worse, he’s enjoying this. The realization that I got jealous has clearly gone to his head.
“You are so fucking possessive,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Shut up.”
He laughs softly and kisses me again before I can say anything else.
The panic from the phone call still buzzes under my skin, ugly and unresolved, but Atlas gives me something else to focus on. His body presses against mine, solid and warm and real in a way that cuts through the spiral in my head better than anything else could right now.
I pull off his shirt, revealing his sweaty, gorgeous muscles.
Atlas makes a quiet sound against my mouth that almost sounds pleased. “You want me that bad?” he says softly.
I hate how much I need this right now. I hate how quickly my body reacts to him now, how instinctive it’s become. Every touch feels amplified after the emotional whiplash of the last twenty minutes.
“You looked ready to murder somebody,” Atlas murmurs. “Over little old me?” His tongue drags up the side of my neck. “I like it when you get jealous, baby.”
My jaw tightens. “You looked like you were flirting.”
“You know I only flirt with you.” His hand slides into the front of my gym shorts.
“At least for the next four weeks,” I grumble against his mouth.
Atlas laughs again, his forehead briefly dropping against mine. “Until then, I’m all yours.”
All yours.
I inhale sharply.
“You like that?” Atlas pulls away to look into my eyes. “You don’t wanna share me?”
He squeezes my cock in his hand, causing me to bow my head against his shoulder.
“No, I don’t want to share you.”
Atlas groans as he pulls me toward the bathroom counter, pressing his front to my back.
Then he kisses down my jaw slowly, and every coherent thought leaves my mind.
The bathroom is too small for this.
Too bright.
Too public.
None of that stops us.
Because once Atlas starts touching me like this, everything else disappears frighteningly fast.
I watch in the mirror as his hands slide under my shirt while his mouth finds my neck, and I exhale sharply before I can stop myself.
“That’s my spot, huh?” he murmurs.
“Don’t start.”
“You get really affected when I kiss your neck. Why do you think you’re always marked there? My fucking favorite.”
My hands grip the edge of the counter. “Atlas…”
The warning only encourages him.
He kisses the same spot again, slower this time, and heat shoots down my spine. My head tips back against his shoulder, giving him better access, and Atlas groans like that reaction alone is enough to drive him insane.
The worst part is that it probably is. I can feel his cock growing against my back.
“Tell me how mad seeing me with a woman made you.”
My hand rises up to knot itself into his soft hair. “You’re obsessing.”
He makes eye contact with me through the mirror as his hands push down my shorts, leaving me bare to the cold air. “How can I not? You’re hot when you’re angry.”
Atlas pushes me over the counter and kneels down behind me. Then, I feel his tongue against my entrance.
“Atlas!”
He pinches my thigh, probably for being too loud, but I can’t help it. I lay flat on the counter, my knees almost giving out from under me.
He presses his tongue in deeper, lapping me up like I’m his final meal.
Oh, fuck. This is a lot better than I imagined it would be. I pictured sitting on his face while clutching his headboard, but Atlas is never one to be mundane.
One of his hands drags up between my thighs, cupping my balls and softly kneading them.
I bite my fist to keep quiet, barely even able to keep myself upright. His tongue slides in and out of me, carefully flicking inside to make me remember that I’m his.
His hand starts jacking me off, turning me into a puddle in his hands. I want to make noise for him, but I know we’re in public. A high-pitched moan slips from my mouth, making him bury his face in my ass in response.
“I’m gonna—” I start.
Atlas turns my hips so my cock faces his mouth and my back is against the counter.
Atlas’s dick is hard in his sweatpants, but he doesn’t make a move to take it out, no matter how much I stare.
He keeps rubbing the head of my shaft until my hips are bucking into his hand.
His eyes are dark as he looks up at me from the floor. “Come for me. Mark me as yours.”
My head lolls back. Fuck, I think if I come, I’ll just die.
“Look at me,” Atlas demands.
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. My heart hammers in my ears as I watch him open his mouth directly in front of my dick.
His tongue is out.
He’s shirtless, kneeling for me.
A golden god.
All for me.
My cock shudders as cum spurts from the tip and onto Atlas’s tongue. His hand doesn’t stop, just keeps using my seed as lube for him to toy with me.
“Oh God!” Another stream shoots from me onto Atlas’s chest.
He kisses my thighs as he stands up and wipes his mouth. “I need to talk to women more often.”