Chapter 2
ATLAS
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OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY
“This place is incredible,” Nyx said.
We’d returned to New York and after a long search, the three of us had found the perfect location for our home base.
I looked around the massive kitchen we were currently standing in.
This place wasn’t just a house—it was a huge estate.
Plenty of rooms, a large basement, a pool and plenty of acreage for privacy. Best part was, it came fully furnished.
“It is,” I agreed.
I trapped Nyx against the kitchen counter. My eyes dipped to his lips where that delicious devilish smirk of his was in place.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmured.
“Then kiss me,” Nyx replied.
My lips found his in the dimness as though we were magnetic and couldn’t help being pulled into each other.
The intensity escalated until we were panting.
I sucked his bottom lip and felt the answering groan that escaped him deep in my bones.
I worked his zipper open and watched his face as I slid my hand down his abs and further until I was palming his cock.
“See what you do to me?” Nyx rasped.
In answer, I sank down to my knees and pulled him all the way free, reveling in the duality of sensations—his skin soft but his length hard. The anticipation of getting to taste him was making my own cock hard in my pants.
I looked up at him from my knees, swirling my tongue around his head before taking him into my mouth.
I didn’t stop until he hit my throat and then pushed further.
His fingers tightened in my hair as I pulled that groan from him again.
I loved the feeling of him in my mouth but the sounds he made were everything.
I could feel my own hardness straining against my zipper.
I unzipped my pants and pulled myself out but a growl escaped Nyx.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself yet.”
God, I loved when he was bossy.
I moved my hand from touching myself to lightly rolling his balls in my hand.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I watched his eyes drop to my obvious reaction to him and he licked his lips before biting his bottom lip as I pressed my tongue against the underside of his head like I knew he loved.
His hips couldn’t help but thrust forward deeper into my throat.
His other hand slipped through my hair and desire overwhelmed me as I watched his eyes darken as his movements became rougher.
He shoved my head down on his cock and held me there for a long moment until he let me pull back and breathe.
I drew in a deep breath through my nose, knowing he’d do it again.
He fucked my mouth hard for a few thrusts before shoving me down on him again.
My eyes watered but I didn’t gag—when I swallowed around his head, he cursed and his eyes were heavy as his breathing grew labored.
He was a vision like this—dark, dangerous and so turned on he was lost in it.
The smoldering shadow I wanted to consume me.
“You look so fucking hot on your knees for me,” Nyx panted.
I smirked internally but feeling a little bratty, I very lightly scraped my teeth along his length which I knew he hated. He hissed and his eyes narrowed, knowing exactly what I was doing.
“Oh, it’s like that?” He said breathlessly, his lips twisting into a deadly smirk.
His grip tightened and then I had to concentrate because he rammed his cock down my throat and brutally thrust again and again into my mouth.
His pace was ruthless and the fire I saw in his eyes had me groaning and sputtering in pleasure.
A moment later, he yanked me away from him, looking down at me, chest heaving and eyes ablaze.
I could see him on the edge as I tried to catch my breath.
“I want you, Atlas,” Nyx said, his voice strained.
I gripped him in my hand and brushed my thumb over his head, watching his eyes flicker as precum made him slick.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“I want you to fuck me,” Nyx said.
He grabbed my wrist to stop me from stroking him and we locked eyes for a heated moment as the enormity of the moment passed between us. We hadn’t done this yet and I was dying to feel his ass gripping me.
I slowly rose to my full height, running my hand across my mouth to remove excess saliva from the mess he made of me. My hand slowly curled around his neck under his jaw.
“You want me to fuck that tight virgin ass?” I murmured.
He nodded once.
My hand slid away to grasp his and without another word I pulled us upstairs to one of the large bedrooms. Once inside, I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
“Strip,” I commanded.
His eyes dark with lust met mine as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. I let my attention wander over his incredible body. There were scars of course, but I only thought those made him more real. Even though our intimacy was new, I knew them all like they were my own.
My eyes landed on his dick, still hard and dripping precum. Then his pants were gone and he was gloriously naked in front of me. My lips pulled into a hungry smile as I let my gaze lazily sweep over him. He looked like the devil standing in the orange tinted light from the sunset filtering in.
“Get on the bed,” I rasped, my voice catching.
The air was heated and thick with desire as he brushed past me.
Nyx lounged back on the bed, propped up on one elbow with his legs spread.
His hand idly stroked his cock as I dumped my shirt on the floor.
I tossed a packet of lube onto the bed for later and then I was naked and crawling towards him.
I knelt between his legs and my finger pressed against his lips.
“Get it nice and wet,” I said.
He sucked it into his mouth, the heat of him making my cock jump at the memory of how that mouth felt around my length. I pulled my finger free and swept it over the head of my cock, gathering the precum.
He was still lazily stroking his cock as I pressed my finger against his asshole, rubbing his edges and watching his face. I’d touched him there before and even had a few fingers inside him but that was it.
I pressed inside, going deeper each time I pulled it out until I was sliding it against the spot I knew would light him up. I added a second finger and he moaned as I brushed against it. His fist tightened around his cock and I frowned.
“Stop touching yourself.”
I could see it took effort for him to stop. His hand moved to my cock and stroked it in time to my fingers going in and out of him.
“Fuck—” He gasped, his hips jerking. “I need you, now.”
“You’re not ready,” I insisted.
“I don’t care,” he panted. “Maybe I want the pain.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on my face. I grabbed the lube and coated my cock with it. I added some on my fingers and slid them inside him a few times until he was fucking my fingers, his cock bouncing with the movement.
“More,” Nyx begged.
I pushed my head against his entrance, meeting resistance. I eased inside him, gritting my teeth as the heat assaulted me.
“Fuck, Nyx,” I groaned. “You’re so tight.”
My eyes flickered up to his and while pleasure was the dominant emotion playing across his face, there was also a tiny crease of apprehension.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” I stated.
“Stop talking,” Nyx said, his voice strained.
A smile flashed across my lips as my eyes dipped back down to watch as I slid deeper. I massaged around his edges, helping him take me. He groaned loudly and I stopped, his breathing harsh.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he gasped.
Nyx grabbed my hips and drew me closer until my hips lay flush against him.
“You’re so hot and tight,” I managed.
I pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, watching the rapture play across Nyx’s face.
His lips parted and the sounds escaping him were making me strain with effort not to lose it right there.
I withdrew my cock all the way and shoved forward, burying myself in one thrust and pulling a groan from both of us.
I tilted my hips and picked up the pace, making sure to hit his prostate with every pass.
His small gasps and curses were music to my ears and I captured his lips in mine, no longer able to hold back from kissing him.
The sounds of our heavy breathing and skin against skin echoed around the room. His nails dug into my back then slid down to my hips as I pushed up onto my hands so I could watch him. I slammed into him again and again.
“This ass was made for me,” I rasped.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, jerking him hard and fast. His hips shot up to mine and his eyes rolled back as the pleasure became overwhelming.
“God, Atlas, yes—” Nyx groaned. “I’m-I’m going to—come, holy shit.”
The moment he broke apart was one of the best moments of my life.
I drove into him, pleasuring him through it as his come coated his abs and his cock throbbed in my hand.
He squeezed around me so hard I could hardly move and then I was coming.
I lost awareness as my body exploded into the vast nothing of ecstasy.
All that was there were his eyes, a pit of black shadows drawing me into their depths.
I was lost—gone—no one would be able to find my pieces after this.
I collapsed onto his chest, not even caring that his come made our connection sticky.
Burying my face into his neck, I gasped in air, breathing him in and trying to figure out where all my big feelings should go.
Except I was having issues putting those feelings away.
Nyx’s heart was pounding against my chest and his hand was idly running up and down my back.
I finally lifted my head just enough to look down at him. His openness and vulnerability caught me off guard and I searched his eyes in concern.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Nyx’s rogue smile tugged at his lips and he brushed a strand of hair off my cheek, his eyes unguarded, a rare vulnerability shining in their depths.
“Better than okay,” he insisted.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip before he kissed me. My heart leapt in my chest, straining to tangle with his as the kiss deepened into something vast and beautifully intimate.
When we finally pulled away from each other, we both blinked like we’d been in a trance and with a groan I rolled off of him. We both hissed in displeasure at the loss as my cock slid out of him.
Nyx looked like he couldn’t move yet and I was of the same opinion. I laced my fingers with his and we lay looking up at the ceiling as we came down from the high.
“So is it safe to say we claimed this room as our own?” Nyx asked, turning his head to smirk at me.
“I think so. Come on—” I huffed a laugh and rolled to the edge of the bed before tugging at him to join me. “Let’s go make sure we like the shower first before committing.”
“Great idea,” Nyx agreed. “And I hope you’re ready because we need to christen the rest of the house before everyone else moves in.”
“Insatiable,” I muttered.
“Can you blame me?” Nyx smirked as he turned on the shower. “Now that I have a taste of that dick, I plan on making the most of it.”
“Oh yeah? What am I? Chopped liver?”
Nyx backed me into the shower, his laugh playful and his eyes glimmering mischievously.
“Nah—the man attached is pretty amazing too.”
“Has anyone ever told you how much of a brat you are?”
He barked out a laugh. “Says the man who deliberately used his teeth on me earlier.”
“Because why?” I pulled him under the water and grabbed the soap.
“Who knows what’s going on in that sick mind of yours?” Nyx grinned.
“Because you were being a brat then too.”
“I don’t remember that,” Nyx insisted.
I poured some soap onto my hand and ran my hands over his chest and down to his abs, enjoying the feel of him.
“You love it,” Nyx ran his hands up my arms.
“Maybe,” I teased.
My hands trailed over his abs watching the bubbles slide across his skin. Even under the steam, goosebumps appeared and his abs flexed.
“You love me,” Nyx murmured.
I looked up into his eyes and the humor was still there but was fading as he leaned into my touch.
“I do,” I whispered.
My voice stalled in my throat as my chest constricted with just how much I did love him. It scared me sometimes at how intense it felt. He turned me around and worked shampoo into my hair, his fingertips digging into my scalp in the most delicious way.
“Maybe I’ll make you say that in front of people one day,” Nyx said quietly.
“Who? North? The guys?” My eyes were closed in pleasure, my words slow and relaxed.
“They’ll be there.”
I opened my eyes, brow furrowed in thought. “Where?”
“Maybe a church.”
I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face. I turned to look over my shoulder at him.
“Since when are you religious?” Then it hit me. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
Nyx’s fingers left my hair and instead traced down my back.
He made a line from shoulder to hip, then came up and did it again in a different spot.
I knew he was tracing my whip marks. They were still sensitive and vivid against my complexion.
I shivered but it wasn’t unpleasant, just a stark reminder of all that was to come.
“I don’t want to wait until he’s gone,” Nyx whispered as though loath to voice his name in such a sacred place as this moment. His lips kissed where one scar started near the base of my neck and I shuddered—the sensation now overwhelming.
My lips were inches from his. I could feel his breath on my face. I met his gaze as they jumped to mine from my back. I didn’t see pity—I saw anger, possession and love.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Nyx blinked at me. “What?”
“I would say yes,” I answered.
I turned fully to him and watched the most brilliant smile take over Nyx’s face. I matched it with one of my own.
“Wait—I can do that better,” Nyx laughed.
“It won’t change my answer,” I grinned.
“How does this even work? Who’s supposed to ask who?”
I shrugged and returned his smile, turning into him. “Who cares? The end result will be the same.”
“Well then, I guess whoever gets to it first,” Nyx teased, a challenge in his tone.
He threaded his hands through my hair and tangled his fingers at the back of my neck. I didn’t wait for him to pull me in but pressed my lips to his.
“Game on,” I whispered.