Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Zeb. Zeb, I need to come.” Groaning, he pressed his body into the bed, clearly working hard at the whole staying put thing. “Or let me touch you. Please. Something.”
“You can move a little now.” Retreating a bit, I jacked the base of his cock, but Atlas stubbornly stayed still even as I resumed my rhythm.
“I might die from not coming.” His voice was labored. “I’d rather that than accidentally hurting you.”
“I trust you.” Glancing up, I met his heated gaze, and a powerful current passed between us, something more than desire or need. I did trust him, more than I’d ever trusted anyone, and I hadn’t known how much I’d needed that in my life until he’d landed in my bed.
“If I move, I’ll come,” he warned like that would deter me.
“Then come.” I grinned wickedly before going fast and hard. The movements of my head and mouth turned sloppy, rhythm giving way to something involuntary and primal. He thrust gently at first, then harder as he became more comfortable.
Trust. It went both ways, and Atlas trusting me with his pleasure was heady stuff, more potent than hundred-dollar champagne.
“Now. Zeb.” He pushed at my shoulder, but I didn’t budge. I took him deep again, swallowing hard as I milked him with my tongue as if this were my only chance on earth to taste him. He came in big spurts, whole body heaving, big groans escaping his mouth.
“Oh, my sweet fucking God.” As soon as he stopped shuddering, he hauled me up his body. “I think you sucked my soul out.”
“Good.” I grinned at him, already reaching for my own aching cock, intending to finish while cuddling against him.
“None of that.” Atlas apparently had a different agenda as he stayed my hand with one of his. “Get up here now.”
He patted his chest, and I frowned because I wasn’t exactly light.
“I’m not sure—”
“I said now,” he growled while tugging at my arm.
“Yes, Chief.” Laughing self-consciously, I followed his order and straddled his chest. “Hey, if I’m the lieutenant, does that mean I outrank you?”
“Hush.” One hand on my ass, Atlas scooted me forward so he could take a tentative lick at the tip of my cock. “Or rather, don’t hush. Tell me how to do this.”
“You’re doing great.” I kept my tone encouraging as I tensed my abs. It wouldn’t do to come three seconds into his first try. “Little licks. Whatever feels good to you is going to feel good to me.”
Taking me at my word, Atlas proceeded to experiment, licking softly at first, then with more pressure, imitating the moves I’d used on him before finding his own way. He seemed to like gently sucking on the head while jacking me with his hand the most, which was more than enough to have me moaning.
“Okay, no fair being the quickest study ever.”
“I do like making rank.” Atlas winked before going right back to work.
“Suck a little more.” My voice turned lower and more urgent. “Not deeper, just harder.” I made a keening sound as he did exactly as asked. “That. That right there. Add your tongue and—Fuck.”
I had to clamp down my every last muscle to avoid coming without warning, and Atlas pulled back to chuckle warmly. “I think I like this.”
“Good.” I groaned. “I might tie you to my bed so I can have this whenever I want.”
“All you have to do is ask.” His eyes sparkled, but I knew better. There was a growing stack of things I wanted desperately but could never ask for. Needing to chase those thoughts from my head, I rocked my hips to meet Atlas’s hand and mouth, getting closer with every pass.
“You gonna be okay if I come?” I panted.
“I’ve tasted my own spooge lots of times.” Color rose up his face as he gave a nervous chuckle. “I’m good. Come when you want, baby.”
That was all the permission I needed as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the onslaught of sensations. Atlas’s wet tongue, willing mouth, and giving hand drove me higher and higher. He swept the hand he’d had on my hip over the curve of my ass, fingers venturing close but not quite to my rim. Didn’t matter. Merely the small hint that Atlas was thinking about fucking did it for me.
“Coming.” I managed the barest of warnings. My head tipped back, body arching, hamstrings burning, abs trembling. My ass clenched reflexively with each harsh wave of pleasure. I half expected Atlas to pull back, but he moaned around my cock and swallowed me down.
“Fuck. You are so damn hot when you come.” Atlas released me with one last pat on my butt. “You first next time, so I can still taste you when I come.”
“You keep talking like that, and we can have round two before dawn.”