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I start teasing by stroking the underside with my tongue. I cup his balls with one hand while using the other up and down his shaft. Atlas inhales sharply, and his body trembles under my touch.
I can tell he's masking the pleasure rushing through him, but I ignore his protests and do what I've wanted to do for so long—I wrap my lips around him, savoring the taste of his desire and delighting in the feel of him in my mouth as I explore every inch of him with my tongue.
His salty and sweet flavor erases all thoughts from my mind, leaving behind pure need like molten lava coursing through my veins.
Atlas groans, his breath coming in quick bursts as I lick and suck, teasing the tip with my teeth and exploring his length until I feel like he's about to burst. His breaths get heavier with desire, and I increase the pressure. He groans loudly, his fingers knotting in my hair as his hips buck wildly against me. His moan is music to my ears and spurs me further.
I use all my tricks – sucking, licking, and nibbling until his cock pulses. He's a quivering mess and explodes in my mouth.
I feel a surge of pride. Having power over him is intoxicating, and while his touch feels so good, it's nothing compared to watching him lose himself in pleasure.
He zips himself up as I push to my feet, gazing at me with admiration before cupping my face with his hands. He teases a strand of my dark hair away from my cheek, then traces my lower lip with his thumb. We share a knowing smile.
“You're incredible,” he whispers with a playful glint in his eyes.
He kisses me again with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, my lips feel swollen, and my jaw is sore. Our breaths are labored but satisfied.
He looks into my eyes and speaks softly against my lips. “Let me drive you home.”
“Yes,” I reply.
We’ve taken a huge leap closer, but I sense it’s enough for our first time together. We drive home in comfortable silence, and deep in my soul, I feel everything's changed.
Nothing in my life will ever be the same again.
Atlas
Too many strong emotions made me weak, and I hesitated. My greatest fear was that Celeste would tempt me and trigger the transformation. I was afraid I'd accidentally hurt her. But worse, I was worried I'd be angry at her and unable to forgive myself for feeling that way.
I could not resist temptation, and the transformation I was dreading didn't occur. I'm unsure if this is a temporary state or if I'm reverting to a man. There's no way of guessing how long it'll last, but if Celeste wants me the way I want her, I'll savor every moment. Her love may even set me free.
CHAPTER 8
Celeste
It’s still light when Atlas drops me home, so I make tea and sit on my balcony, going over what happened and trying to make sense of things.
I've only ever known the life of traveling with the circus. I feel like I’ve been on the road forever, but I'm building a new life, and this place is beginning to feel like home. I peer through the window at the stunning view of the woods, grateful for every blessing in my life.
I love working with Atlas. I'm utterly smitten. With Atlas by my side, I feel safe for the first time since my parents died a year ago. It's not easy to start over in a new place, but it's worth it.
Sleek cars line the street. Each house has a garden, and some have a picket fence. Children play in the nearby park, their laughter rising to meet me. I watch a little boy launch off the swing and tumble onto the grass below.
A woman races to help until his mother arrives, quickly scooping the crying boy into her arms. People are friendly here, and the neighborhood is buzzing. Who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll even get a dog. It’s the perfect place for a canine companion.
If only Brody were here. A powerful sense of loneliness tugs at my heart. My brother and I talk regularly, but I can’t shake the guilt of leaving him behind. After one last look at the view, I head inside and call Brody.
“Hey, sis,” Brody answers.
“Hey, you! How's the greatest motocross racer around doing?”
The faint but unmistakable sounds of a circus drift to my ears—the jangling music, raucous laughter, and snippets of good-natured bickering.
“Doing good. I want to hear more about you, though. Do you still love living in your new place?”
“It's fantastic. You should come to visit sometime.”
“Are you bored of living in suburbia yet?”
