“Fuck you,” I seethe, shoving at his chest.
But I don’t really mean it, so he’s easily able to stay exactly where he is, pushed up against me.
“Feisty,” he mumbles. “But okay. If you wish.”
“What?”
“You just asked me to fuck you. So I will.”
“No,” I rush out. “I saidfuck you. That’s different.”
Atticus hums, his hand falling from in front of my face to grip me through my jeans. “So youdon’twant it?”
I’m hardening beneath his fingers fast, embarrassingly so, but I hold onto my anger. I fuckingfeaston it.
“If you’re so insistent on getting your dick wet, go fuck Cassie. She’dlovethat. Leave me alone.” I regret the words as soon as they escape me, hoping he’ll decline.
“Cassie?” Atticus says softly. “Your friend?”
“Who else?” I snap.
“Wow, Cam, you’re really angry.” Atticus’s fist tightens around me, causing a small groan to slip from between my lips. “But I don’twantCassie. Get that out of your head.”
“T-then why—”
“Was I messaging her?” he interrupts, and I realize he heard our entire fucking conversation. “Because I needed to know where you’d be. Where to find you.”
You already know where to find me, moron,I think to myself. But then again, no, he doesn’t. Only his body double does.
“Well, you’ve found me,” I reply weakly, all of my fight draining faster than I can comprehend the reason. “Now what?”
Atticus grins, leaning in until his soft brown hair brushes my face as he whispers into my ear, “Now, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I’m flipped around before I can stop him, my hands slamming against the tin as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them and my briefs down to my calves.
“Spread,” he commands, and a small whine leaves me as I obey.
Fuck him. Fuck thiswholesituation. But god, I crave his touch. His presence.
“You’re not r-really going to fuck me, right?” I ask.
“Why? Scared someone will hear you whining?” Atticus teases. “I hope they do. I hope that whoever marked your neck, whoever put their fucking hands on you, hears exactly what you sound like while you’re coming on my cock.”
You did it! It was your hickey!I want to scream.
But I can’t. Not only because he’d be very confused, but also because he’d probably think I’m crazy. Fuck,I’dthink I’m crazy if it weren’t for the aftermath I wake up to every morning after he visits me.
I can feel it as Atticus pulls something from his own pocket. I can hear it as the lid pops, and a moment later, wet fingers are pressed to my entrance.
The fucker brought lube.
“Now, be a good boy and listen,” Atticus tells me. “I’m going to stretch you out and fuck you raw, fast, and dirty. Then you’re going to go inside and hang out with your friends for at least an hour while my come drips out and makes a mess of these pretty thighs.”
“G-god,” I groan, shoving back against him as he shoves two fingers inside of me right out the gate.
“You’retight,” he grunts out. “Has any other person been inside of you since I have?”
It’s embarrassing to say no, considering how long it’s been, but I shake my head anyway.
