Chapter 9 #3
“Let me,” I said, and he frowned, before I reached down and undid his belt buckle. He undid the button of his jeans.
“You don’t have to—” he began, and I shook my head.
“Oh no, you’re not going to deny me this. Not like before.”
He winced. “Hey. I thought I was being a good guy by not forcing you to do blowjobs. You know, like a creeper.”
I raised a brow even as I pulled him out of his boxer briefs. We both groaned at the touch. He was long, hard, and thick at the base. My middle finger and thumb couldn’t reach, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take all of him, not without practice. And boy, I was out of fucking practice.
“You would never have forced me to give you a blowjob. But I want to give you one. How’s that?”
“I’m not going to say no.” He swallowed hard, his body practically shaking. “But anytime you want to stop, you just let me know.”
“I want to taste you, Atlas.”
“There’s my dirty girl.”
I grinned before licking at his slit. His hips bucked, and I opened my mouth, taking him inside.
“Oh fuck, Elizabeth. Lizzie. I’m not going to last.”
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I swallowed more of him, using my hands to cover the rest of him. He pulled his boxer briefs and jeans down, so his balls lay heavy beneath his shaft, tightening with each movement.
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could, needing more.
“Fuck.” Atlas dragged out the word, and it took all within me not to go faster, to take more. However, before I could try, he pulled me away and took my mouth with his.
“You keep going like that, I’m not going to be inside you. And I really need to be fucking inside you.”
I nodded eagerly as we both stripped off the rest of our clothes, a little clumsily, a little heated, but it didn’t matter. And then I found myself on my back, with Atlas settled between my legs, and my back arched.
“Condom,” he said after a moment.
“I’m on birth control and clean.” I paused. “But well, I don’t know.”
“You and I have never gone bare before.” He swallowed hard, the long lines of his throat working. “And I’m clean. I get a physical way too fucking often. I can show you.”
“I trust you.” I reached up and ran my finger along his collar bone. “I trust you.”
“Thank fuck.” And then he was sliding inside me, stretching my inner walls, and we both were out of words.
When he pushed my thigh to the side, taking himself deeper, we both paused, staring at each other. Fully seated, our breaths coming in pants, he nodded.
“Are you okay?”
“I am.” I cupped his face with one palm and kissed him softly.
“Good,” he growled before he pulled out again, leaving me whimpering. And when he slammed back home, there weren’t many thoughts left.
It took a moment for us to find our rhythm, things familiar and yet new.
Our hands roamed against one another, his palms cupping my breasts, sliding between us to go over my clit.
But he kept moving with a perfect grace, that flexibility of being a goalie nearly sending me over the edge.
When he pushed one knee up to my shoulder, and pounded in deeper, he let out a deep breath.
“I need you to come for me. I need you to come around my cock, so I can follow right behind you.”
“Atlas,” I panted, not sure what else to say.
He flicked his thumb over my clit, there were no words available.
I came, clamping around his cock, as he continued to thrust, both of us shaking.
His emotions became a little unsteady, and he leaned down, taking my lips, I felt his cum fill me, hot and all his, a new sensation that I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about.
But I clung to him as he did to me, and rather than falling down on top of me, he rolled to the side, taking me with him.
Still buried balls deep, he nuzzled my throat, holding me close.
“That was…”
“You know I study the English language for a living, and I’ve lost the ability to form decent words.”
“Lizzie,” he whispered, taking my lips again. “Elizabeth.”
I sighed into him, knowing this was beyond complicated, but I didn’t care.
And that was just one more lie I told myself.
“Lizzie, I am—”
My phone rang, and I forgot that I had left the ringer on from earlier.
“Ignore it,” he ordered.
I nodded and kissed his chin.
“Lizzie, I—”
My phone stopped ringing before going off again.
“Damn it,” he grumbled.
“I’m sorry. It could be an emergency.”
“I’ll get your phone. You lie here.”
“If you answer, you’re going to let the entire town know I was over here.”
“Lizzie, I don’t really care.”
I wasn’t sure I did then either, since the drug haze of sex filled the room.
But as he left me, leaving me empty, I rolled out of bed, ignoring his protests.
There was no way I was just going to sit there in the middle of our mess and not want to clean up.
I did so as Atlas answered my phone—a mistake that I knew I would regret but couldn’t really care that much about while on this high.
But when Atlas walked into the bathroom, his face pale, I froze.
“What is it?”
“It’s Will. He’s hurt. We have to go.”
And just like that, reality crashed again, and there was nothing left.