“Good,” he pants.
Then he’s stretching me out, thorough but without patience. His fingertips graze my prostate every few thrusts, lighting up my whole body, and if I still had reservations about being into gay sex, they’d definitely be gone now.
People knowing, though? Still concerning.
And now Cassie does.
Atticus latches onto my earlobe, nibbling away as he pants into my ear, and I can’t help but moan at the contact.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” I push out, feeling each thrust, each moment of the stretching like a drug.
But then his fingers disappear, and the sound of his zipper joins the echo of our panting.
Oh, fuck. It’s happening.
The blunt head of Atticus’s dick, hot and pulsing, presses against me. The feel of it, smooth and so intimate, makes me dizzy with anticipation.
“A-Atticus,” I call out softly, my forehead dropping to the tin shed.
“What is it? Tell me,” he commands.
“Please… fuck me now.”
A soft chuckle leaves him as he pushes forward, shoving his way into my body.
And itstings. Just like that very first time, pain explodes behind my closed eyelids, and I brace myself for it. Bear down. Take him as best as I can.
Atticus groans as he sinks in, inch by inch.
“Weren’t you just… telling me to leave?” he pushes out through a grunt.
I say nothing to that, only writhing against him as he bottoms out, brushing against that spot inside of me so steadily that spurts of precome land on the grass below us.
“God, you take me so nicely,” he praises, his hands gripping my hips so painfully that it blends in with the pleasure, heightening every sensation.
“O-oh fuck,” I moan as he begins to rock his hips fast and hard, just like he promised.
One hand leaves my hips, winding into the hair on the back of my head instead, as he pulls me back to lean against his chest. Every thrust snaps my hips forward, but he keeps his grip tight.
“Do you feel this? Can you feel me everywhere?” he rants, dropping wet kisses to my neck.
“Yes,”I confess, flushing from arousal and embarrassment.
“If youeverpretend not to know who I am again, the lesson will be much worse,” Atticus promises, anger seeping into his tone. “I won’t stand for it. I…hmm, fuck,”
I think he’s losing it just as badly as I am. His punishing thrusts are becoming uncoordinated, his thick length pulsing inside of me as he grinds into me.
“You have to come. Now,”he continues with a new sense of urgency. Reaching around me, Atticus grips my throat with onehand and my dick with his other, stroking me just as hard and fast as he’s fucking me.
And lasting through that? Not in my wheelhouse.
Not between my restricted breathing and his head pounding into my prostate.
I come with a shout, Atticus sliding his hand over my jaw to rest his palm over my lips to silence me. Then I’m flooded with an intoxicating heat, feeling it as he fills me up so nice and full.
“Mmm, Cameron, you feel so good,” he groans quietly, shoving me even further into the shed as he grinds andgrinds.
