Atlas, page 6
Shivering, I followed suit, though he took my jeans from me to do the tossing. I knew he was trying to cover the camera without trying to look like he was trying to cover the camera, so I didn’t protest.
I stood before him in nothing but my underwear. I was highly conscious of my semi-naked state, but also of his. And, I had to face it, the man looked far better naked than I did. Had the situation not been what it was, Atlas was a man I’d be panting after. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. Muscles played with every movement. A light dusting of hair spread from that wide chest, tapering off to a goodie trail leading beneath his boxer briefs. He was as mouthwatering as he was dangerous.
He winced and shook his head slightly. Yeah. I knew what was next. I might sleep in my panties, but definitely not my bra. Acutely aware of the fact that there could be people watching, I took a breath before unfastening my bra and letting it slide down my arms. With a brief glance at Atlas, I handed the flimsy lace garment to him, and he chucked it like he had the other things.
I wasn’t sure I could keep my composure if he found me lacking. Which was entirely possible. I was a nerd. Not an athlete. Though my dad made sure I didn’t take my studies too seriously and made me get up and move, I hated exercise. I wasn’t fat, but I definitely had extra flesh, which included big boobs, hips, and thighs. Not to mention the little stomach pooch I’d sprouted the last few months.
The deep growl coming from him startled me. One look at the hunger in his eyes, and I knew I was in trouble. Mainly because I was certain that look mirrored the one in my own eyes. I’d had one lover in my life, and the sex had been tepid at best. I knew from the kisses Atlas and I had shared that sex with him would be scalding.
But we weren’t doing that. We’d probably share a few more kisses, and we’d certainly share the same bed, but sex was a line neither of us would cross. I’d probably never see Atlas again after this was over, thank God. Because I was certain I’d never be able to look at him without remembering those kisses. I found myself wanting a few more, no matter how inappropriate. Besides, it kept my mind from going places that would have me backing out of this and calling in my dad and Atlas’s club.
Atlas leaned in close so his lips were right against my ear, his arms going around me. “I swear I won’t hurt you, Rose.” His rough murmur was like an erotic stroke of his hand. “We have to sleep in the same bed. I have to hold you. But I swear that’s as far as it goes. If I didn’t get that camera covered and Dutch or Bozz came in here with me on the couch…”
“I know.” I made sure to keep him between me and the other part of the house, my voice no more than a whisper.
“You can tell me to back off.”
“No.” I stepped into his embrace and rested my cheek against his wide chest. “It’s OK. Really. We can’t risk…”
“I know.” He stepped back and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck.”
I turned and climbed into the small bed and pulled the covers over me, lying on my side facing away from him. He was silent for the longest time, then he sighed, and the bed dipped behind me. Atlas moved me so that my head was pillowed on his arm, and he wrapped me up tightly against his body. I couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure. This wasn’t something I’d ever experienced. Even the one guy I’d had sex with hadn’t actually slept with me.
“You good?” As always, his voice was right beside my ear. He nuzzled my neck gently, and I had to wonder if it was a move to gentle me or if it was simply a habit he had. Was this how he treated all his lovers?
I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Fuck.” He tightened his grip on me, biting out the word viciously. I knew what the problem was but was afraid to tell him it was all right in case we were heard. We’d already said too much without the cover of music. Nestled between the cheeks of my ass, Atlas’s cock pulsed almost violently. I knew I should be embarrassed or outraged, but even though I was in this situation -- maybe even because of it -- I couldn’t muster the effort. In fact, it fueled my own lust because, I had to face it, Atlas was everything I’d ever wanted in a man. At least, I thought he was. Outside of all this, I had no idea how he’d be with me. Just because I gave him a hard-on after seeing my tits and us being mashed so close together in this tiny bed, didn’t mean I was his type. I seriously doubted a man like him looked at me twice under normal circumstances.
“Just a few more hours, baby.” His whisper was right at my ear. I turned my head to look back at him, shaking it slightly. He groaned before nipping the side of my neck, causing me to yelp. “Not talkin’ ’bout that with you.” There was an edge to his whisper now.
I turned over and pulled him close so I could put my lips next to his ear. “You know we need to stay and stop this guy.” I was careful to speak so softly it would only carry to him and not any listening devices. At least, I hoped I did.
“You’ll do what I tell you to,” he growled.
Again, I shook my head, lifting my chin stubbornly.
“You know the decision has pretty much been taken from you, right?” He cupped my chin in his big hand, his thumb and fingers pressing into my jaw. It wasn’t painful, but enough I knew he meant business. He was being as careful as I was not to say something that could get us both in trouble, but I understood exactly what he meant. Dad said he’d be here in three hours. Which meant, exactly three hours and two minutes later, he’d come in guns blazing.
We stared at each other for a long moment. It was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the dirty window was enough to let me see his face clearly. My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath. This man was so potent he made me forget every good sense I had. In that moment, all I wanted was for him to kiss me and take me away from this awful place to a world of sensual pleasure.
His hand moved around to snatch a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that, girl. I will fuckin’ eat you alive.”
“Yes… Please.” The little plea escaped before I could censor myself, because I needed to give him anything he wanted. If I continued to let my guard down around him, to let temptation rule me, I’d give myself to him and damn the consequences.
“Goddammit,” he swore. Then he took my mouth in a kiss that put the other kisses we’d shared to shame.
With a wicked thrust of his tongue, Atlas bullied his way inside my mouth, demanding I give him everything. The second I surrendered to him, he shifted his grip on me, wrapping his other arm around me from beneath to grip my hair in that hand while the other one urged my leg high over his hip.
“This what you’re gunnin’ for, girl? You wantin’ a hard ride?” I shook my head slightly. “Don’t lie to me!”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“I think you do.”
“I just… I want this before… I mean, if this is the last day…”
“It ain’t gonna be.” His gruff declaration sounded more like an order than anything reassuring.
“I don’t want to not have this, Atlas. Please.”
He pulled me tighter against him so his cock rubbed between my legs directly over my clit. I couldn’t help but cry out. Instantly he covered my mouth with his again, swallowing my screams.
“Fuck me,” he hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ turned-on you’re about to blow. Aren’t you?”
Was I? I thought I might be. Thankfully, he didn’t require an answer. Just kept kissing me, thrusting his tongue deeply and aggressively. I gave a tentative stroke of my own, trying to follow his lead. I had no idea why I needed this, but I did. Even knowing I’d regret it later.
Atlas rocked against me, putting the most delicious friction on my clit as he continued to kiss me. Whimpers escaped along with little sighs I had no hope of preventing. Thankfully, Atlas was in more control than I was because all I could do was follow his lead and just… feel.
I knew this was a bad idea. Normally, I’d have never acted like this. Even with the one lover I’d had, the need to come had never ridden me this hard. Maybe it was the danger we were in. Maybe it was the man. Or a combination of both. All I knew was I’d decided I wanted all I could get with Atlas. If that was one orgasm or twenty, I wanted it with everything in my being.
* * *
Atlas
I was going to hell, and Alexi Petrov was going to send me there. When it happened, I wouldn’t lift a finger to defend myself. I’d go willingly, knowing I’d had the most luscious, delicious, passionate woman I’d ever encountered. In any other situation, I’d take her as high as she wanted to go before flashing a cocky grin as I walked away from her.
Not like this, though. I had to keep her close and found my grip on her was tightening with every fucking second that passed. She shouldn’t be here. What’s more, she should be begging her daddy to get her the fuck out. Not my little Rose, though. And for the right reasons, too. She was as determined as I was to see this thing through. Only, I wasn’t so sure I was as committed as I was when I’d met her. I wasn’t sure I really gave a damn about anything other than getting this woman to safety.
Unfortunately, my cock cared about something else. Which wasn’t happening. Didn’t mean I couldn’t make her come, though. I knew this feeling well, though, with a beautiful, courageous woman in my arms, I admit I’d never felt lust as strong as I did right now. We might die tonight or tomorrow. It was all too easy to want to take comfort in each other.
I stopped kissing her long enough to look down into her lovely face. She was definitely with me in the moment. Her eyes gleamed, and her lips were parted, kiss-swollen from me. I had no idea how much experience she had, but I was betting way the fuck less than me. Which meant I had to be careful.
“You realize you’re feeling this way because of the situation, right? You’re scared, and I’m your safety net.”
She nodded before thrusting her hips at me as she bit down on her bottom lip. I got the message. She knew but didn’t fucking care.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you, Rose. Your daddy’d kill me, and I’d deserve it. He’ll likely kill me just for kissin’ you. But I’m gonna give you the relief you need, then we’re both gonna rest for the next couple of hours.” I was careful to whisper and only right next to her ear or her lips. “This is gonna be tricky, and you have to know we probably have an audience. Either watchin’ or listenin’.” She nodded. With my face against hers, I could feel her cheeks heat in embarrassment. “That a hard no?” She shook her head, tightening her legs around my waist.
“All right, then. You keep silent except to scream your pleasure. When you come, I want to hear it.” Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. I smacked the outside of her thigh. “You’ll scream my name when you fuckin’ come, girl. Get me?” For emphasis, I thrust my cock against her, scraping over her clit through my boxers and her panties. This time, she cried out before snapping her mouth shut. She glared at me, baring her teeth. “That’s it. You give me your pleasure. Don’t say a word otherwise. The only sound you’re allowed to make is when you come.”
I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth. I shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her. It was a compulsion I should have wanted to stop, but knew I wouldn’t. This would likely be the only time I ever got the chance to sample her passion, and I was grabbing it with both hands. Later I’d beat myself up. She wanted this as much as I did, so I was going to give it to us both.
I slid my way down her body, nipping at her skin as I went. The little whimpers coming from her were sweet music, but I didn’t want that. I wanted her silent until she came.
“Hush or I stop.” Like that was fucking happening.
Immediately, she slapped a hand over her mouth, and I chuckled. As I continued down her body, I inhaled deeply, needing to take her scent inside me. To keep it there so I never forgot. This would probably be the only time I ever got this close to her, and I had a primal need to keep her scent inside me where I could take it out and remember.
I was a jaded man. I’d had women from all walks of life in all parts of the world. None of them had ever stirred me the way Rose did. She was beautiful and so fucking smart and brave it fucking scared me, but I wanted her with a passion that bordered on obsession.
I stripped off her panties, and the second I reached her bare mound, I found myself trembling with need. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her open. Her breath came in short, quick pants. She tilted her pelvis up at me when I paused.
In the moonlight, her sex glistened with moisture, her arousal clear. “Fuckin’ wet.” I looked up at her. She braced herself on one elbow, still covering her mouth with her hand. “Not a sound until you come, pet. Not. One. Sound.”
She nodded, and I dug in.
The second my tongue touched her clit, Rose let out a shrill, anguished scream. At first I was afraid I’d hurt her or that she was afraid or had changed her mind. Then I realized her pussy had gushed with the explosion within her. She thrashed her head from side to side, raising her knees high and spreading her thighs.
And I… was… lost!
* * *
Rose
I know what Atlas said, but I needed more than a one-sided interaction. I wanted him. Atlas. I had no idea what he did in his club or for a living, but I wanted every second I could get with him. I knew this could never last beyond these walls, and I had no desire to stay here a moment longer than necessary, but I wanted Atlas for my own. Since I couldn’t have that, I was going to have him now. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Right?
The second time I came, I gripped his hair in a tight hold and ground his face against me. Atlas growled and snarled, slapping the side of my ass before sliding his hands under me, gripping the fleshy globes and holding my pussy to his mouth as if they were fused together. My screams grew louder and louder until I wailed his name at the top of my lungs. I’d be surprised if they didn’t hear me at the clubhouse.
“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Keep comin’!” He swatted my ass again, nipping at my lower lips before sucking my clit once more.
I did. My body spasmed, and I was barely able to suck in a breath before another scream was torn from me. Fingers tightening in his hair, I pulled him up my body with a vicious yank. Atlas swore, but it didn’t seem like it was in pain. And, honestly, I figured if the pain enhanced my pleasure, it probably did the same for him. Given the situation we found ourselves in, I was sure he fed off the small amount of violence and the pain. I pulled at his boxers until he dropped them to the floor. When I had him over top of me, between my legs, I pulled him down for a kiss filled with as much hunger and desperation as I could. This was happening.
Atlas bit down on my lip, and I gasped in pain and surprise. “Aggressive little vixen. You’re not leadin’ this dance. I’m in control.”
I nodded as I ground my pussy against his dick, getting it wet with my juices.
“Fuckin’ little witch! Move on me!” Atlas looked almost feral as I did as he asked, tilting my hips up and down, my ankles locked around his waist, my legs holding him as tightly as I could. His movements were hard as he thrust against me, rubbing his dick over my clit with every thrust. I obeyed his command, but when he started to move with me, I moved just that little bit quicker than I should have. My move made sure his dick was aimed straight at my pussy. One hard shove -- one he’d meant to rub against my clit -- and he impaled me in one smooth glide.
“What the fuck?” Atlas jerked in surprise, his eyes filled with hunger and shock. “Goddamned fuckin’ little witch!” He looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to throw me off him or roll us over and fuck me hard, fast, and brutally. He yelled, the veins standing out on his neck as he held himself still buried deep inside me.
“Atlas!”
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
I screamed again. My hands flew to his ass, griping and digging my nails into his flesh. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, Atlas… Please…” My pleas were whispered, even though he’d told me not to say anything, not to make a sound unless I was coming. It was asking for trouble, but I could no more have stopped the words than I could have stopped breathing.
“Goddamn. Motherfuck!”
Atlas shuddered once. Twice. Then he started riding me hard and fast. A teeth-clattering ride. His thrusts scraped over my clit in a frantic rhythm and, with the knowledge that Atlas was inside me, the fullness of him pulsing and throbbing, I came with one final scream. Atlas bellowed, sounding like he was charging into battle. I felt his cum emptying into me as his cock pulsed angrily.
“Fuckin’ little witch…” His words were harsh, but his tone soft. Like he was dazed. Confused. He shuddered once more, grinding himself against me so that he was as deep as he could go, and held himself there. A satisfied growl rumbled deliciously in his chest, vibrating against me where we were mashed together. “What the fuck have you done?” Instead of taking out his anger on me, Atlas nuzzled my neck, kissing and sucking lightly before finding my lips again. The tenderness in his kiss nearly made tears come to my eyes. It felt like praise for my body’s acceptance of his, but that was ludicrous. He was probably still in a state of shock.
When he pulled back to look at me, there was a hard determination in his gaze. He didn’t say anything right away, but stroked damp hair away from my forehead. Then he shook his head, his lips turning up in a kind of dismay. “Fuckin’ little witch…” It seemed like he was stuck on that phrase to describe me. The way he said it, though, made me think that maybe he wasn’t angry with me. I wasn’t sure.
I nodded, afraid to say anything. Not only because we might be bugged, but because I had no idea what Atlas was thinking. Saying something might push him over the edge.
He sighed, then pushed himself up, taking me with him. Urging me to keep my legs wrapped around him, he carried me to the bathroom and set me on my feet before shutting the door and locking it.
