Chapter 8 #2
My eyes fluttered open and I inhaled. Quickly, I sat up. The fact that I was on my stomach had flashes of that night hitting me hard. I gripped the sheets as I looked around, finding myself alone. My heart beat rapidly, hands shaking slightly.
I could feel my mother’s phantom blows on my back and I tried to find my grounding. But as it often was when you first woke up, everything felt very hazy. The door opened and I instantly relaxed when I saw Atlas. His eyes widening slightly and then darkening in worry.
“Maya?” He asked, closing the door and approaching. Don’t ask me how I knew but the others were still up and talking downstairs, making me wonder how long I’d actually slept for.
I put a hand out wanting him closer. The massive man pulled me against him after he pulled off his shirt and shoes, getting into bed with me. My hands ran over his chest as my breathing calmed, his lips against my forehead as he seemed to surround me with warmth and stability.
“I woke up on my stomach.” I mumbled. “Sorry, I just got really freaked out.”
“You never need to apologize to me.” He ran a thumb over my lip before pulling my leg so that it was hitched at his hip and I was wrapped against him. My eyes closed and his sea salt scent surrounded me.
Sleep warred with me on and off as I tried to get comfortable. Atlas’s breathing was easy and relaxed, letting me know he was probably asleep. I turned, stretching out slightly. I closed my eyes in frustration, wishing that I could fall asleep. Wishing that I wasn’t scared of dreaming.
My pulse raced again wondering if my Dad was watching the house as I fought to sleep. If the media was still talking about my mother and what she did…I let out a small panicked sound.
Atlas’s chest produced a low rumble as I was tugged tightly into him, his lips against my neck as I tilted my head to the side. Loving the feel of his massive arms caging me against him. Making me feel stable. Safe.
As my panic subsided, another feeling took place and I began to squirm against him, feeling frustrated for an entirely different reason.
Atlas’s teeth grazed my shoulder as he hardened against my lace covered butt.
The oversized shirt I had on did absolutely nothing to hide how turned on I was.
My nipples tightened to painful peaks as my center exploded with heat.
“Angel,” Atlas groaned, as I bit my lip hard, slightly tasting blood. His arms banded around me tighter. I wiggled again wondering just how hard he could get.
What?! Come on, I was curious!
“Fuck...” Atlas attempted to still my hips, but that only made me tip my head back and arch so that my neck was available to him.
I wanted his lips there. One of his large hands slid under the comfortable shirt material, up my waist and across my ribs before grazing my breast. A whimper came from my lips that I didn’t even attempt to stop.
“Atlas,” I whispered as he brought the other hand down to play right along the edge of my panties.
I needed him to touch me and another small needy sound broke from my throat as I felt the air spark, his dragon jumping forward. I smiled, feeling a sense of victory crash through me. A squeak escaped as I was tugged on top of him, his massive frame underneath my much smaller one.
His dark eyes watched me as he pushed my shirt up and off, leaving me in barely anything as he growled looking over my frame, my nails digging into his firm chest. I rolled my hips slightly as his hands slipped from where they were on my thighs to grip my butt, my breathing hitching at the possessive hard grip.
“Angel,” his voice was rough and rumbly, “this probably isn’t a very good idea. My control is a bit lacking right--”
I kissed him, my lips meeting his in an explorative kiss as he tightened his grip on me to the point I wondered if it would bruise my skin. The oddest part was that it felt amazing. I loved how it felt and I felt needy, without his fingers sliding against my wet center. I needed something there…
“Atlas, please,” I begged softly as I pulled back, his jaw tight and eyes a bit wild looking.
“What do you need?” He rasped, his voice almost inaudible as if he was trying to hold back.
“You,” I murmured. I meant that. I squeaked as he flipped us and his fingers easily rolled down the material of my lace underwear, tension rolling through him as he cursed, almost seeming in pain.
I shivered as he moved down my body, his hot breath against my wet center suddenly. I let out a soft moan as he inhaled, “Fuck, angel, you smell like heaven. I bet you taste like fucking sugar.”
“Atlas,” I squirmed as he rolled my clit gently under his fingers, “I want to taste you.”
His eyes heated, snapping up, as he offered me a dark smirk, “You sure, angel?”
Why did I feel like I was signing up for something more than I assumed?
“Yes,” I whispered.
Atlas let out a low growl, moving me so that my thighs framed his head. My chest aligned with his, facing away from him. My entire body broke out into goosebumps and I moaned as he ran his tongue along my slit.
“Oh shit,” I mumbled, my nails digging into his firm abs as my eyes ran over his dark sweatpants and the very obvious rigid line of his hard erection.
For a moment I felt almost dazed, the feeling of his mouth on me was unbelievable.
All I could do was cry out his name. I shamelessly arched forward, rewarded with his hot tongue dipping inside of me, making my legs shake as my climax tried to push forward and overtake me in a wave.
I pushed away the stupid clothes that covered his massive length in front of me and my eyes widened…holy crap, he was huge! Was that supposed to fit inside of my mouth? Oh wow.
Still, I found myself leaning forward, my tongue rounding the tip as he let out a near feral snarl.
Something about his reaction spurred me to take even more of him inside of my mouth.
I moaned around his length as he sucked on my clit, making my eyes flutter shut.
I tried to take him completely in my mouth and throat, but gagged slightly, making him jerk forward as he groaned out my name.
My hand wrapped around the base of his length, bobbing my head up and down, sucking on him and running my tongue along his ridiculously hard length.
My sharp inhale and moan of his name echoed the room as his teeth grazed my clit, making me jump slightly as pleasure hit me like a starburst. It was so intense. Liquid molten seemed to invade my every limb, making me feel nearly high.
Wanting him to feel the same, I tried to take him completely in my throat, despite having gagged the last time and Atlas snarled a ‘fuck’ as I nearly did. Before I could try it again, saltiness exploded in my mouth. He pulled me up against him as he sat up, my back against his massive chest.
I moaned, looking down to see that his hard length was pressed right against my center. Not inside, but rubbing back and forth against me, his breathing rough and my body flushed and trembling.
“Fuck, Maya,” he growled, the sound eliciting goosebumps across my heated skin, “I wish I could bury myself inside of you. You feel so goddamn good, angel.”
“Atlas,” I moaned as his lips trailed against my neck, the action making me impossibly more turned on. My clit pulsed with need again as he slid against me faster than before. Christ. How many times could a woman climax before they passed out?
I let out a small cry as his large arm locked around my hip and the other around the front of my neck, making sure I couldn’t escape his demanding touch.
“Holy fuck,” he tightened his grip on me, “this ass is going to kill me. You are so fucking sexy, Maya.”
I let out a small cry, his hand releasing my neck as my climax blasted through me. My teeth bit down on his wrist to stop from screaming as he came, growling my name and biting down hard on my shoulder. The flame at the center of my chest roared to life.
My breathing was quick and unstable as I leaned back against him, his cum against my center as he moved back and forth slightly, rocking as I shivered from the over stimulation.
I inhaled sharply as he licked the blood from my shoulder and I gently let go of his wrist. His blood stained my lips as I stared down, thrilled to see my teeth marks there.
I sank further back against him. Tilted my head up to find his gold eyes searching mine with heat and something so much more.
He brought his lips to mine and I eagerly kissed him, loving how my scent was all over him.
His fingers ran over my body as I whimpered at how everything lit up with his touch even after coming several times.
Finally, he mumbled, “Angel, you’re dangerous.”
“No,” I grinned, “I’m pretty sure that’s you.”
He lifted me and brought me into the shower, as we both stepped under the hot water. My smile grew as I thought of something.
I guess we did end up doing what that website page had said…I was starting to like sleepovers a lot more.