“Then… then I think I’d let you. Touch me, I mean.” Before I can respond, he continues in a rushed voice. “But only if you swear you understand the danger and the risk that you’re—”
“Atlas,” I interrupt. He stops speaking, stops breathing. “Are you in a flare-up right now?”
“No,” he answers breathlessly.
“How unfortunate. I mean, that’s good for your health, but I was fully prepared to help you through it.” I’m leaning forward again; all my weight is being supported by my arm, where my palm is resting by his thigh.
With wide, slightly terrified eyes, Atlas nods.
“I-I still… I wouldn’t… I mean, we could still… if you wanted to.” His chopped, fragmented sentences leave him in a rush once again—jumbled and meaningless. But I understand.
He wants it. Even now, when he’s not in a wicked flare-up, he needs me to fuck him how he likes it.
“You want it, sweet boy?” I purr, leaning in further, until I’m hovering just over his lips with my own. “You want to be filled up with something warm?”
Atlas groans softly, his lashes fluttering as he fights to keep his eyes locked onto mine.
“Y-yes,” he whispers.
“Say please,” I demand gently, lifting a hand to brush it over his high cheekbone where a delicate blush has risen. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll fuck you like a whore.”
“G-god,” he breathes, leaning into my touch just slightly, almost subconsciously. He inhales deeply. “Please, Julian. Please fill me up. I’ll be good.”
I think the stars have just aligned; I fear that for the first time in either of our lives, all of our pieces have found a home, fitting so beautifully together.
And it’sperfect.
Atlas
17
A PREDATORY, VICIOUS GRINtakes shape over Julian’s lips, where they rest so close to mine. He’s watching me so intensely, eating up my every reaction, as if he’s terrified of missing a single blink.
Heat is radiating from his body, straight through the white t-shirt and grey sweatpants he’s wearing. Dark hair falls onto his forehead, his brown eyes hooded as he stares.
Julian looks like a dream; he looks like he’s ready to devour me whole, just as I’ve dreamt of so many times before.
An anticipation I’ve never felt before singes my blood, heats my skin further. The desire to have him inside of me, touching me, speaking to me in that low, sultry voice is so devastating that I can feel my eyes watering.
Julian makes a soft, cooing noise. “Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
With his hand on my chest, he pushes me backward before straddling my thighs. I can feel the length of his erection pressing against me through the layers of fabric we are wearing; the pulse of it transferring from him to me.
There is every possibility that I die here; that tonight, I die at the hands of this beautiful man, from a pleasure so intense that I won’t be able to breathe.
Julian’s fingers begin to unbutton my shirt, and my breathing picks up. I’m already sweating, causing the brown curls on my forehead to stick to my skin. I’m panting.
“J-Julian…” But I’m unsure of what I’m asking or trying to say.
Julian just nods gently.
“I know, baby. I know. You’re hot, huh? Feeling overwhelmed?” he asks, his tone placating and sweet as he finishes unbuttoning my top.
“Y-yes.”
“Hmm.” As he pushes the fabric as far back as possible without me sitting up to remove it, he examines my chest and stomach with heated eyes. Then, he leans down and kisses over my navel softly. “Is there anything youdon’twant me to do to you? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to take you however I want.”
I shiver at his words, at his hot mouth dropping wet kisses to my skin. I think I’m vibrating beneath him; I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
