“What’re you doing, Hellcat?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. It sounds husky, and overused, even to my own ears.
“Helping you, Atticus. I know I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s obviously got something to do with my sister. Let me help. No promises. No expectations, okay?”
I hear her words and my body starts to react. What worries me is women always say no expectations, but they allow their emotions to take over. Then bam, next thing you know, you’re in a committed relationship. Not that I’ve had any of those, but my brothers have and I’ve seen what happens when they try to scrape the women off. Yeah, not fucking happening.
“Piper, this is a bad idea,” I implore.
“Sounds like the best idea I’ve ever come up with,” she states, while working my shaft up and down. My hips can’t help but follow her hand. She had a hold of my dick before I finished my last word.
Fuck, her hand feels good.
Too good.
I can feel the tingles in my spine and know that I’m about to come faster than a teenager. It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone else take care of my needs. I haven’t had the opportunity lately to find a release unless it’s that of my own hand.
“Feels good,” I stutter out. She’s picked up the pace and I’m feeling like I need to flip around and turn her to face the shower, and have my way with her, and her body. I can’t go there, not yet anyways. I need to make sure my head isn’t messed up before I sink myself inside of her.
“Just feel, Atticus. Let all of the stress go.” And I do, all over the shower wall. I grunt, and groan, as my release finishes, and I’m suddenly ravenous. And my stomach growls to indicate that.
“Did you eat?” she questions me.
“No. Needed to get the blood off first,” I reply. “There’s eating dirty, then eating dirty, if you get my meaning?”
“Finish washing off and I’ll go heat you a plate,” she says, going to get out of the shower. I grab her and pull her close, surprising us both, because I’m not a touchy-feely kind of man.
Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I say, “Thanks.” What else can I say? Thanks for handling my dick? Thanks for not expecting anything? Thanks for one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve experienced in a while? Yeah, none of those sound like something she’d appreciate hearing me say. I feel her loss almost tangibly when she pulls away.
“Anytime,” she says, exiting the shower. I watch as she dries off, my cock hardening again when I see her luscious ass and it goes to full-mast when I catch a glimpse in the mirror of her pink-tipped nipples.
This is gonna be harder than I thought.
Fuck me.
That woman is sex on wheels, and I love my wheels to be sexy and fast. And like warp speed, I know that I’m doomed. She has me in a way no other female has ever done. I bang my head on the tile in front of me. What the hell am I supposed to do now? She’ll be around for a while, while we search for Destiny. She’ll be in my face, every day.
Every motherfucking day.
Twenty-four hours a day.
Seven days a week.
*
Piper
*
As I walk down to the kitchen to grab his plate from the fridge, I can’t stop thinking about how well-endowed Atticus is. I’m not sure if he’ll fit, but I’m willing to give it the old college try. Take one for the team, since I am a team player in every way that counts.
Damn he’s hung.
Like a horse!
Huge.
Humongous.
Monstrous.
My pussy clenches at the thought of what he could do with that thing. I start calling it the weapon of mass orgasms, at least in my head, while I work to warm his plate of food.
I get lost in fantasy about what his package could do to me, for me. I want this man, the only issue is I want him more than just as a body to warm my bed. He’s a hard man to get to, he has walls that have steel doors holding them closed. They seem impenetrable, but I know I’ll get in there…somehow. Time, that’s how I’ll do it. It seems like it’s gonna take a while for them to find Destiny, and even though she’s my primary focus, I’ll use our…closeness…to my advantage.
The microwave dings, letting me know his food is warm. I grab it, a bottle of water, and head up the stairs. Once I reach the door, I square my shoulders and hold my head high. If it is going to take some explosions to get to him, I need to start with sparklers and go up in caliber from there. I’m no rocket scientist, but I know that slot A can take part B, if you get my meaning. And I’m going to work the sexiness I know how to portray and use it to my advantage.
Hold on Atticus, I’m coming for you.
He’s sitting against the headboard when I enter, a remote in his hand. “Here you go,” I say, swaying my hips while walking toward him with the plate and water.
“Coulda come downstairs,” he replies. He’s a stubborn man, guess I need to find out what holds him hostage inside and begin tearing that down, piece by glorious piece.
“Yeah, but I’m sure you’re tired. This way, you can eat and then catch some sleep.” I put as much of a sultry purr in my voice as I can. I notice some packages by the dresser and raise my eyebrow. “This the stuff I ordered?” Wow, I know they said same day delivery, but usually in store talk, that means the next day, or the one after.
“Yep,” he states. A man of few words, I see. I nod and start opening the packages, being sure that the lacier items are seen. When I see I’ve got his attention, I grab a cute pair of pajamas and saunter off to the bathroom. I stop in my tracks, and realize, if I’m going to start seducing him, what better way than to strip in front of him and slowly place my clothes on my body. I keep my back turned, knowing he can see in the mirror and act as if he’s not there. Pulling his shirt over my head, I let it drop, then take the lacy camisole and slide it down once I’ve got my arms through the holes. I smooth it down, grateful that the size is true, because it hugs every curve I own. Since I’m standing there bare-assed, I grab the matching boy shorts and pull them up. I know I’m giving him a show and can feel my breathing pick up at what is going through his mind. Once I’m dressed, I pick up the discarded shirt and toss it toward the bathroom.
I look over my shoulder and see his eyes wide and he’s staring at my body. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that was drool coming from his lips. “Like what you see?” I ask. Trying to get the better of him.
“Like, fuck, like isn’t the word I’d use,” he growls out.
“What word would you use?” I question, baiting him as I stroll back over to my side of the bed. I may not have as much experience as I sense he does, but my body has never reacted like it does around this man, and I want to fully explore it. Even though it’s probably not a good idea.
“Spectacular, speechless, breathtaking, any of those would work.”
“My, my, you are a man of many words. I like every one of them. Is that how you see me?”
“Since before you opened your mouth and ripped me one,” he winks, teasing me.
“The same can be said from me.”
“I’m sure it can, I’m not an easy man to get along with. It’s why I don’t have any close attachments.”
“Everyone needs someone, Atticus,” I state, climbing back into bed. I don’t settle too close, wanting him to make the next move. I’ve laid my cards, well most of them anyway, on the table. It’s up to him now.
“This is a bad idea, you know that right?” he questions, looking me dead in the eyes.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” I respond.
“I don’t do commitments,” he announces.
“Neither do I,” I pronounce. Lies, it’s all lies, but a girl has to start somewhere.
“Why do I think you’re not telling the truth,” he murmurs, using his arm to pull me close against his heated flesh.
“It’s your fears feeding your paranoia. It’s because you do everything you can not to care about someone. Just don’t fa
ll in love with me, Atticus. And we’ll be good,” I’m going to Hell for all the lies spewing from my mouth. But I can’t wait to feel the burn while getting there.
“Never been in love, don’t plan to start now,” he proclaims before his mouth crashes down on mine. We’ll see, I think to myself as I get lost in his passion.
Fuck, he can kiss. Who knew that the hard man next to me had lips softer than silk? When his tongue swipes my lower lip, I grant him access and soon find my tongue dueling with his. His hand delves into my hair, pulling me closer, as his fingers sensuously massage my scalp. I moan into his mouth, because I’ve never felt this fire deep in my gut as I do with him, working me over with his mouth and hand. I can feel the desire pooling low in my belly and squirm a bit trying to put some pressure where it’ll do the most good.
“Stop moving, you’re squirming around like a kid on sugar.”
“I can’t help it, you’re causing me to need you to touch me.”
“Where?” he whispers. Dammit, his voice has gotten huskier, and it sends tendrils of desire through me.
“Here,” I say, taking his hand not fisted in my hair and moving it down to my pussy. “I need you to touch me here,” I reiterate.
“Patience, Hellcat,” he murmurs, moving his mouth to my jawline. Who knew that was one of my erogenous zones? I sure as hell didn’t! I mean, it’s not like I’ve been some two-bit hussy, but my exes were always focused on their end goal, not mine. I’ve also never had a one-night stand, or a friends with benefits type relationship. So this initially will be a first for me. I think I’ve unleashed something that I may never recover from.
“Please,” I beg, “it’s been so long since anyone has touched me.”
“How long, how long has it been since a man has brought you to orgasm?”
“Never,” I gasp out.
“Never? You’re telling me a woman that looks like you is a virgin?”
“What? No, not a virgin here. Just never orgasmed during sex before.”
I see the gleam in his eyes at my words and shiver. I think I just waved a red flag in front of a bull.
“If that’s a challenge, it’s accepted,” he growls, moving his lips down my shoulder. He moves my straps to the side with his fingers as he makes his way over my shoulder. The strap moves lower down my arm until my breasts pop out. My nipples are hard, standing at attention, and he notices. He removes his head from my body and takes his index finger, circling my hard tip. “I’m gonna start here,” he says, pulling the left one. “Then move here,” he says, moving his finger over to the right one. “Then, I’m going to make my way here,” he says, reaching down and pinching my clit through the thin fabric. I don’t recognize the sound I make but he appears to like it as a smirk crosses his face before he lowers his head to physically demonstrate what he’s just told me he plans to do.
Fuck! Another erogenous zone, at least where he’s concerned. I don’t even notice that he’s slid us down so we’re more comfortable on the bed, his muscular self capable of doing it with no effort whatsoever. I moan when his hand moves to manipulate the other nipple while his lips and tongue bring the other to a diamond-hard point. I’m pretty sure I can cut glass at this point, and the panties I just put on are soaked. I’ve never been this wet, and I can’t find it in myself to be even remotely embarrassed.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he says between licks. How does he know what I smell like? Oh my God! This is embarrassing! He must see the look on my face and he chuckles. “Hellcat, no need to be skittish, means I’m doing something right.”
I sniff experimentally and get hit with the overriding smell of sex wafting all around. His body has heated up, and I can feel Mr. Ginormous laying hot and heavy against my hip, occasionally twitching. Deciding to go with it, I say, “Yeah, you are, apparently.”
He moves his head to the previously neglected nipple, and applies his lips, and tongue, to that one, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. I could possibly orgasm from this act alone. Which is odd, because I’m the only one who’s ever given me one. Moaning has replaced understandable words and I writhe against his mouth and hands. So many things I wanna do with this man and right now, all I can do is take what he’s doing to me.
“Lay back and relax, stop thinking so hard,” he says, his lips once again capturing mine. That’s easy for him to say, I’m not doing the things to him like he’s doing to me. It’s magical, and consuming, and all I can do is think about it.
8
Atticus
I slip my hand down her torso and feel the shivers that wrack her body. This may be the best worst idea I’ve ever had. Seeing how receptive she is to my kisses, to my touch? Makes me want to beat my fists on my chest and yell out, ‘Mine!’ to anyone who will listen. Mine, there’s a unique thought, because I’ve never wanted a person to belong to me before.
And no, I refuse to examine that thought.
Not now.
Not ever.
It’s just sex.
Keep telling yourself that, Atticus. Once you find her sister, she’ll be out of your life. That thought gives me pause, but I’m not looking at it, so I continue my delicious torture of the most delectable body I’ve ever had. Fucking curves for days, long legs that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my waist, or thrown over my shoulders. Those tits of hers, I’d love to see them shaking in my face while she rides me, not to mention that sass? I think that’s probably the thing I like most about her. Her banging body is fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but she’s proven that she can hold her own with me in a conversation.
Not many men can do that, let alone a woman. Women usually run the other way when they see me coming in their direction. One-night stands, those are usually the only way I get a woman’s attention. And it’s been awhile since I had one of those, as my full balls remind me. As much as they ache, it’s as if she didn’t jack me off in the shower, for fuck’s sake.
“Yes!” she screams out, bringing me back to the here and now. I rip her top over her head and slowly lick my way down to her panties. I look at them and see the wet spot dead center. I spread her legs wider so I can get a better view. I lean down and place my head between her legs, breathing in her erotic smell.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, as I drag them over her hips and down her legs. I spread her wider so I have plenty of room. I have wide shoulders and they need a place to rest while I feast. I lean over and swipe my tongue from bottom to top, paying special attention to her clit when I reach it.
“OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod,” she chants, her head tossing back and forth. I get the impression this isn’t something she’s used to, but I love eating pussy, so she’d better get used to me being camped between her luscious thighs. Something else I refuse to examine closely. I am choosy whose pussy comes near my mouth, but she is an exception to the rule. I don’t eat the easy women I pick up from the bars, usually I have a few specific women I lay with that I do it to. Ones I trust and know I’m clear to do it with, both in cleanliness and health.
“Chant my name, Hellcat. Since I’m the one who’s making you feel this way. I don’t see God in this room or bed with us.” I place my fingers inside of her and get back to business. I’m not a small man, so I need her prepared for me, because I can’t wait much longer to bury myself inside her.
I chuckle when I feel her glare, but I never stop moving my tongue through her folds and across her clit, while my fingers continue to work to get her wetter.
“Atticus, I’m going to come,” she pants out. I pull my fingers back, because when she comes, it’s going to be while I’m inside of her. I want to feel her channel clench down on me, more than once. The first time is always the best.
I slide up her body and reach over to my drawer to grab a condom. I kiss her while my hand searches for the familiar foil wrapping. I finally find a roll of them and pull them out, once won’t be enough. I know I’ll be taking her at least three times before sleep claims me. I stop kissing her long eno
ugh to grab the wrapper with my teeth and tear through it.
Quickly sliding it onto my aching dick, I push her legs back toward her shoulder. Glancing down, I see her juices gleaming and take one hand and swipe my dick through her folds, causing her to moan. She’s glistening with need, I don’t take my eyes from her pussy as I enter her. Seeing us joined together causes me to want to pound into her mercilessly. I slam into her then pull back until only the tip is left inside. I slam home again, causing her back to arch and her to scream out my name.
My name on her lips is the best sound I’ve heard in ages. I set a punishing pace, the heat from her pussy causing my normal self-control to shatter. Angling back a bit, I pull her toward me and am rewarded by a low keening sound as I hit her g-spot.
“God, Atticus!” she moans, “feels so fucking good.” Hearing her lose control like this has me focusing in on bringing us both maximum pleasure. I reach down and circle her clit with my thumb, alternating pressure to try and drive her crazy. “I need something,” she hollers out in frustration. I switch our position and place her legs together. I push her legs up towards her head which lifts her hips up so I can get even deeper than before. Her pussy is pink and swollen and begging for release. I line myself up again, and push in slowly. I wanna make sure this position isn’t too much for her to handle.
“You’re so deep,” she calls out, reaching over her legs and puncturing my skin with her nails. She digs in, and I know that I’ll be wearing her nail markings for days to come. I must hit her in just the right place because she detonates, clamping down on me. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the pleasure this initiates. I slam into her multiple times before I feel my balls drawing up and tingling begins going up and down my spine.
I holler out when my release finds me. I’m not sure of what came out of my mouth, it was unintelligible to my ears. I can feel her pussy still pulsating which draws every last drop of cum out of my body. Finally spent, I let her legs drop and flop to my side, pulling her with me, still connected. I know I need to get up and take care of the condom, disposing of it, but right now, I wanna enjoy this sense of satisfaction that still courses through my body.
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