12. ‘Rebel’
TWELVE
‘REBEL’
MYA
Opening my eyes, it takes seconds before I comprehend that I’m in Atlas’s bed. Last night started out so good, I think to myself. Problem was, neither of us was truly ready. Even though my girlie garden was singing “Hallelujah,” we had shit to talk about, and I went out of my comfort zone when Atlas asked if he could restrain me. Wow, did I see a different side of Dr. Atlas Giannopoulos. He takes alpha to the next level. But he hurt my feelings thinking I’d ever put the boys at risk. It all worked out in the end after we talked. Then me being me when I’m emotional, I eat. So we went downstairs and had some chamomile tea with leftover Greek chicken and roasted potato wedges his mom made for the boys when Atlas was at the hospital delivering triplets, and I was helping out at the ranch. This new bunch of people we took from the last circuit are really in need of lots of help. The demented shit those assholes did to those poor women and children makes me want to dig them up and kill them again. There’s one little kid, a boy about Stefanos’s age. He breaks my heart every time I see him. Hasn’t said a word but others have told the two therapists who work with the survivors, he was severely abused. One of the older women managed to get the story out before she died from the infection that had been spreading throughout her body. In Mildred’s words, she said two of the men especially liked the younger boy. With tears running down her face, she said at night she could hear Bobby’s cries of pain and him begging them to stop. We made sure she wasn’t alone and it was Kiwi and Dani who were with her when she passed. No one in her family ever looked for her and Glory thinks she might have been sold by them. Even though she was old, there are deviants all over the world. She was supposed to be moved to her new owner, but when she became ill, the people holding her couldn’t make the exchange as the new buyer didn’t want to infest his existing herd. This was what Mildred said they told her. My stomach aches just thinking about it. I’ve been trying to manage my time so that each day, or every other one, I can sit with Bobby and try to break through. What surprised me most was that Tink also was spending a ton of time with Bobby. Her and Noodles both. I have a feeling about those two but am waiting to see if I’m right.
Shaking my head, I try to relax lying next to Atlas but, as usual, once my brain wakes up, I’m ready to rock and roll. As I go to get up, two strong arms pull me back down and, before I know it, Atlas is spooning me with that rock-hard body. I feel every muscle and ridge and all his definition. I mean, he works out at the center’s gym, as I’ve seen how all those soccer moms ogle him. Then he goes to the hospital and all the nurses drool as he walks by. Before I can stop it, I ask what’s been bugging me.
“Morning, Atlas. Why me?”
I feel his body go stiff before the hand lying on my belly starts to move in circles across my tummy. The rhythmic motion lulls me to relax and just enjoy being in his arms. I’m almost on the verge of falling back to sleep when he answers me.
“I don’t know how you women put up with it. Not being vain, sweetheart, I see it when I look in the mirror. Yeah, I’ve been blessed with I guess you’d call it good looks. Problem is, that’s not all I have to offer. I’m smart, funny, and try every day to be a good human being. Though lately, before we got together, I felt like all the women I would meet just wanted a quick hookup with the hot doctor. No, don’t laugh, I’m serious. I’ve had female patients hit on me of all ages. One mother of a patient of mine had been chasing me from the first appointment she brought her daughter to. I delivered her grandbaby, after a very difficult delivery where I managed somehow to save not only the baby but also the mother too. To show her appreciation the older woman offered to “take care of me.” Needless to say, I was shocked and played dumb. She had been dropping more and more suggestive hints about her ability to satisfy her younger lover. That’s when she said if I wanted, she would like to perform oral on me at the very least. When I asked her what the fuck was wrong with her, she looked stunned. She told me men have been doing it for years, why was it so wrong for a woman to do it? Her daughter heard what she said and apologized to me, saying her mom had been acting strange lately, chasing after any guy who would talk to her. I told her to get her mom checked out. You, on the other hand, Rebel, never once gave any indication that you had the hots for me or were looking for a hookup. In fact, I thought you didn’t care for me at all. You made it difficult and an increasingly hard chase, which every man loves, Rebel. Besides being stunningly beautiful, you are a successful business owner, a humanitarian—along with your club sisters—you’ve got a sharp tongue, and most importantly, you made this, whatever we are calling it, something I wanted so I had to work for it. You ensnared me and, sweetheart, you don’t see me trying to get out, now do you?”
When he starts to nibble on my earlobe, it sends shivers down my body as my nipples instantly harden. With his hips pressed close to my ass, I can feel how ready he is to move forward, but everything he’s doing is for me. Atlas can feel me relaxing into him so he steps up his actions, one hand moving to my breasts, the other shifting down my belly. My legs are shifting back and forth as I feel the slick wetness in my girlie garden. Last night, I shed my final drape—so to speak—and Atlas not only had me stay but this morning he’s making me feel wanted and loved, which is all I ever wanted. Yeah, sex can be good, but if there are no feelings it’s just an act. This right here is filled with so many feelings which, in fact, is turning me on so much, I shift, then turn to face Atlas. The look on his face and in his eyes takes my breath away.
“Atlas, make love to me. Please, I need to feel you deep in me. I want you to make me yours. Own me.”
Thank God I used the right words , I think to myself as I watch the instant transformation of his face. That alpha dominant takes over and, before I know it, I’m naked, with my hands holding on to the pipe in the headboard, which Atlas told me not to let go of, or he will stop whatever he’s doing. And he means it when he is paying homage to my breasts, I tore my hands off to hold his head against the nipple he’s sucking and biting, and he instantly stops, looking up, and raising his eyebrow. I immediately return both hands above my head, wrapping them around the pipes. I almost lose my mind as he makes his way down my body, not missing an inch of skin. When he finally gets to my girlie garden, I can’t take it and raise up to meet him, which he chuckles at. His warm breath on my bundle of nerves shoots my hips off the bed and right into his face. He never says a single word that I literally shoved my girlie garden in his face. He lapped, licked, and sucked to his heart’s content. When he added first one digit then another, my head is shaking from side to side. Then he bent a finger inside me at such an angle that when he pressed down, I flew. Never in my life have I felt like this. My muscles are finally releasing as I continue to orgasm after orgasm. I watch as he pulls his fingers out of me slowly, and deliberately sucks my juices off of his fingers, never taking his eyes from me.
He reaches for the nightstand, removing a condom. Back on his knees, he tears open the wrapper then puts the condom on before he starts to jack himself off, looking at my body from my head to the junction between my legs before meeting my eyes.
“Never take those beautiful eyes from mine. If you do, I will pull out and continue to torture you with my mouth and hands. Do you understand?”
I nod but he scoffs.
“I need your words, sweetheart. Always need to hear those words. Tell me, do you understand?”
Not sure why his assertiveness and demands turn me on so much, but I tell him yes and that’s when he totally rocks my world. He enters my girlie garden with steadfast determination. I feel myself stretch almost to my limit, but it’s like he can read my mind because he gives me a minute, then continues his forward motion with breaks every couple of pushes. When he’s finally seated, I hear the release of his breath, which tells me this is affecting him as much as it is me. Both of us are now glistening with sweat. Atlas is breathing hard and watching me but not moving. I can feel his cock in me as it thickens while pulsing with need. The heat coming from him is burning me alive, inside and out. It has me thinking, damn, this would be a fantastic way to go.
“Please move, Atlas.”
“It’s about time you tell me that, Rebel. Hang on, sweetheart, know I’m not gonna last long. Legs around my waist, put those hands on my back. Give me those lips.”
I feel like he’s devouring me. His hips are pistoning back and forth while, every once in a while, he shifts his hips while circling. The trunk of his cock is hitting my clit whenever he’s pushed in to the max, and I can feel his warmth everywhere. Why did I wait so long? I think to myself. I feel it coming and when it finally hits, the noises coming from me sound like a howling wolf. He’s whispering dirty little nothings in my ear, continuing to keep these feelings coming and coming. When I feel there is nothing left, he takes my clit between two of his fingers and whispers to me, “Time to fly, Rebel” Then he pinches it to the point of pain. When he releases it and starts to strongly tap it, I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Vaguely I hear his grunts as he’s trying to chase his own orgasm. When he loses his rhythm and plants his hips between my legs and growls, I feel his body tense then let loose. The weight of his body crushes me but I relish it because, without him knowing it, I just gave Atlas everything. I feel my walls come crashing down around me as I lie spent in his arms.
All I can do is hope and pray he doesn’t break me because I don’t think I’d survive it. He is the one.