by Alison Ryan
She looked down at her lap, “I just figured you must think I’m a complete idiot falling into this kind of mess. And you don’t strike me as someone that tolerates weakness in people. And I must look pathetic to you.”
I pulled the Navigator over into an empty lot. I threw it into park and stared at her for a long moment, trying to decide how much I should reveal.
“Piper,” I said. “You do the very opposite of disgust me. And I don’t think you’re pathetic. What’s pathetic is a man bullying and threatening a beautiful woman just because he can’t have her. Spencer Cameron is who I’m disgusted with. Not you. But Piper, I can’t let myself get too close to you. It’s not good for either of us. Believe me.” I looked out the window. “So if I come off as aloof, don’t take it personally. I’m just trying to protect you from all things that would do you harm. Even if that’s myself.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected her to say back to me but suddenly she was inches from me, her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Atlas,” she whispered. “You don’t have to worry about me when it comes to you. I trust you.”
I slowly pulled her arms away, “No, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Piper, you shouldn’t trust anyone. And if you knew the thoughts I was having about you, you wouldn’t trust me either.”
She stared at me, her beautiful mouth slightly open and despite how monumentally stupid it was, I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips pressed hard against mine, pouty and soft.
“Atlas…” she moaned against my mouth, her slender hands sliding up my chest. “It’s fine, really.”
I shook my head, “It’s not fine.”
She crawled across the middle of the front console and straddled me, her ass resting against the steering wheel. Her large blue eyes were on me now and I could hear us both breathing. I was hard as a rock beneath her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I want you, too.”
“Don’t tell me that,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
She ran her fingers down my chest and then my arms, “You were beautiful up there. You’re a warrior, Atlas. You’re like no one I’ve ever known.”
I pushed her long hair behind her ear, “That might be true, but it’s not necessarily a good thing, Piper.”
She laid her head against my chest. The scent of her shampoo wafted into my nostrils, making my heart ache. She was so beautiful, it about killed me trying to be a dick to her and act like I didn’t want anything to do with her.
“Get on your side of the car,” I said. “We need to get back. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Now she really was hurt. But I had to hurt her to help her. I shifted the car into drive and pulled back onto the road toward The Four Seasons.
We pulled up to valet and Piper was out of the car before I even had time to hand the keys over to the doorman. I could sense she was crying and though I was tempted to console her, I knew it was better for her to hate me than to feel anything else.
She was waiting at the elevator, her face covered by her hands. When it dinged open a couple came out and we both entered, standing on opposite sides of the small space.
As the doors closed I spoke.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She let out a small sob, “I’m just scared and I need to feel something besides fear. And even if it’s a bad idea, it would at least be something to make me feel good again. For the first time in a long time.”
I stared at her, surprised at how honest she was being.
“It doesn’t have to be more than that, Atlas,” she whispered. “I just need to feel good. I haven’t in a long time. And I’m hurting so bad.”
As the elevator doors opened and we entered the foyer to the Royal Suite, I heard myself relenting.
“Okay, Piper,” I said. “But remember that you asked for this.”
10
PIPER
He’d pushed me against the wall of the living room. I could feel his need as his crotch pressed up against me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low. His mouth was next to my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. My nipples ached they were so hard and desperate for his mouth and hands to be on them.
“I’ve never been surer of anything,” I said. “Please. I’ve wanted you since we got here. I can’t think of anything else.”
His large hands gripped my waist and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his chiseled torso, my arms around his neck. Our eyes met and we paused for a moment, the only sounds were both of us panting, both in desperate heat. The desire between us was so thick, I almost felt like I could reach out and touch it.
“What a coincidence,” he said. “I haven’t been able to think of anything else either.”
Our mouths met, eager and wanting. His tongue danced with mine, his lips so delicious I couldn’t help but take the bottom one in my teeth. He growled.
“That’s how you want it,” he said. “That’s how I want to take you, Piper. This won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t want it to be,” I whispered. “You can do anything you want to me. I mean it.”
He pulled my blouse over my head, one large hand holding me under my ass.
“You’re not wearing panties, Piper,” he observed. “That’s very bad.”
“I was hopeful,” I said. “Hopeful you’d notice and want to fuck me.”
He looked at me, his eyes full of primal lust, “You can’t say that, Piper. It makes me very hard.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s all I want you to be around me.”
“Piper,” he said, in a tone that made me wet. I could listen to him say my name all day.
“Atlas,” I begged. “Please, fuck me. However you want. Use my body for your own pleasure. I promise to be good for you. I’ll come when you command, I’ll let you have me from any position. Just please don’t stop. Ever.”
For a moment something different flashed across his eyes. It looked like hesitation and it scared me to know that this could stop when it was the only thing I wanted in the entire world. More than I had wanted anything and anyone.
“It will change everything,” he warned. “And it can mean nothing. The work I’ve done, I’ve had to learn to turn my emotions off. People have to be expendable resources. Do you understand?”
My heart dropped. I didn’t understand, I knew I’d never be able to. And even so, even knowing my heart could potentially be shattered to pieces, I didn’t care. Even if it was one night, I could make it burn in my memory for the rest of my life. It could fuel me when I was lonely without him.
“I understand,” I lied. “All I want is you. It can be whatever you want.”
He kissed me harder now, both hands cupping my naked ass, my skirt pushed up around my hips. He carried me to the bed.
Above me he started unbuttoning his shirt, and loosening his tie. It was better than my fantasy I’d had in the tub that first day, he was so much more perfect than I could have imagined. He slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing what I’d been dying to see again since he emerged from the locker room once again dressed in his GQ best.
His abs were beyond ripped. Even with the tapestry of mysterious scars, they were beautiful. I counted each ripple, starting from the bottom. Eight, four on each side that led to his heaving pectorals muscles that already had a sheen of sweat on them. I longed to run my hands up his body, all the way up to his well-muscled shoulders, and deltoids the likes of which I’d only see on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. He was carved out of the best stuff the universe had to offer in the shape of a man.
And I was about to have him all to myself.
I unsnapped my bra and pulled off my skirt, laying completely naked before him, feeling vulnerable but also ill with anticipation. He stared at me, his eyes raking over my body. My breasts were heaving and my nipples had never been so hard. I could feel how wet my inner thighs were. My entire body was ready for him, begging to be taken.
He und
id his belt in a quick motion, his pants falling to the floor revealing a pair of boxer briefs. I could see how hard he was and I gasped at the girth and size of the growing erection that was straining even above the waist band of his underwear.
Suddenly, I was nervous. I wasn’t sure I could handle all he had to offer.
He smirked, knowing I was looking and that I was enthralled with what I saw. This man knew what he was doing to me.
“Piper,” he commanded. “Remove my boxers.”
I looked at him, my eyes betraying my apprehension. His expression softened for a moment, “This is the point of no return. After this, there’s no stopping it.”
I nodded my head, “I want this.”
I sat up and looked up at him. I’d never wanted to please someone so much in my life. I wished I’d done a million things differently to make me worthy of this moment but I was in it, in it deep no matter how lacking I felt in it. But the way he looked at me made me think he was already satisfied, just being with me.
I put my fingers inside the waist band of his underwear, slowly running my hands up and down his torso. He sucked in a breath and his cock twitched beneath my hands.
“Piper, don’t fucking tease me,” he scowled. “I can’t take much more. I’ve been waiting to fuck you and I can’t wait much longer.”
I pulled the briefs down and he quickly kicked them off. Now he was naked before me, his large cock throbbing straight up against his taut and toned abs. It matched the rest of him; hard, thick, and angry.
I needed it.
I laid down on the bed, spreading my legs for him, touching the spot I wanted him to go.
He was above me now, his arms supporting his weight. I felt small, and helpless underneath him, completely at his mercy. There was no other place I could have ever wanted to be.
He kissed my neck as his calloused knuckles grazed my stiffened nipples, making me moan with pleasure. His hands felt so good against my skin, rough and experienced and I felt so much at once that it was hard not to tremble in his presence.
He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?”
I nodded eagerly, “Very ready.”
Though he said he wouldn’t be gentle with me, he was at first. He pushed himself inside of me, slowly, splitting me and opening me up. I was filled with his massive size and I yelped at the pain, though it subsided quickly as my body lubricated and welcomed him.
“Fuck,” he said. “You feel so fucking good.”
This made me whimper from pleasure, feeling how good my body made him feel. I raised my hips, wanting him to match my rhythm, needing him to fuck me hard but slow, so I could savor every thrust.
“No, I don’t want it gentle, baby,” he said, grabbing my hips. “I need to pound that pussy. Very badly. It feels too fucking good right now and if I go too slowly, you’ll make me come.” He leaned down to whisper to me as he kept fucking me. “And we don’t want that, do we? You don’t want me to come until I’ve had you for a very long time. Right, Piper?”
I nodded, biting my lip as his pace quickened. He was in control of our every movement and I was grateful to be the submissive one, the one under his command. His cock pistoned in and out of me harder and faster until I cried out his name as I climaxed, never slowing him down, even as the waves of pleasure crashed on me and my clit became sensitive to his touch.
He didn’t care. Atlas was using me for his own pleasure, I was his fuck doll, just the woman whose body he used to get his release. But even so, his hands didn’t neglect any part of my body and he beckoned me after each orgasm, letting me know how much it meant to him to give me pleasure.
“That’s right, baby,” he bellowed. “Come for me, like the good girl you are. It feels good to make you come. You were made for me to fuck.”
This turned me on more than anything else he could say. Just knowing he loved this as much as I did made me want to give him more and more of myself.
He took me from behind as I held onto the upholstered headboard, crying out for him as I came, begging him for more. He ran his hands up my back, the bruises now very faint and I noticed he slowed down to kiss them and run his tongue along my spine.
“I will fucking kill the man who did this to you,” he said. “I promise. He will never hurt you again.”
Tears stung my eyes and I nodded as he continued to take my body. I was grateful I had never given it to anyone else like this, only Atlas got to fuck me like the whore I wanted to be for him.
It was a couple of hours of hard fucking before he slowed down his pace. He took me as we had begun, in the missionary position, me beneath him. His eyes were sleepy now, or maybe they were sad. He stared into mine as he fucked me and I reached out to touch his face, not caring what it looked like or felt like. I needed him to know it was all so much more to me.
“Come inside me,” I whispered. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
He looked at me, surprised, but it made him touch my face and then kiss me, long and hard as he quickened his pace again.
“Only if you look right at me, Piper,” he demanded. “So you can see what your body made me do.”
It was a few moments later after I had another climax, my body limp from the exertion of his lovemaking, that he finally emptied all of his aggression inside of me, his orgasm long and drawn out as he called out my name into the night. I squeezed my thighs around him as he finished inside me, not wanting to let go of him or anything he had spilled into me.
He held me as he gave a few last pumps inside of me, sweat dripping from his brow onto me. We stared at one another for a moment, neither knowing what to say.
We’d both fallen asleep soon after that, completely exhausted both physically and emotionally. Part of me wanted to cry, knowing that as soon as the sun came up, things would be different.
This can mean nothing, he’d said. We get this out of our systems to break the sexual tension brewing between us.
Why had I agreed to that?
Because I’d wanted him so bad, I would have agreed to anything he asked.
I woke up before him and watched him sleep. He was on his stomach, his thick arms shoved under his pillow, still naked under the sheets.
I couldn’t help it. I slid my hand under them and touched his back. It was smooth but solid, dense with muscle. Even sleeping, I could feel the strength in him and I was wet again thinking about the previous night. My fingertips traced the nasty scar on his side.
My touch roused him and he looked at me blinking.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Good morning,” he responded. “What are you doing?”
His tone was curious, not accusatory and I blushed.
“I wanted to touch you one last time,” I confessed.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stared at me, a strange look on his face. He was thinking of something. I held the sheet to my chest, my tousled hair falling over the side of my shoulder.
“You look beautiful,” he finally said. “But you already know that.”
I shook my head, “I must look like a mess.”
He pulled up the sheet and showed me how pleased he was with how I looked.
“You have me hard again, Piper,” he said, suddenly pulling me beneath him. Before I knew it, he was inside me again. I clutched his shoulders as he kissed me long and hard.
“I need you again,” he whispered. “It just felt too fucking good for it to be only one time.”
He was slower this time, his hands under my ass using it as leverage to enter me. We didn’t say anything, just made love. It wasn’t fucking this time. He stared at me the entire time, and each time I was close to climaxing he would kiss me as I called his name into his mouth.
Finally he started thrusting faster, after he’d taken all he could take, and I felt him flood his load inside of me, growling into my ear as he finished.
“Fuck,” he said. “What have you done to me?”
He looked at me like he expected an answer, but
I had none for him.
11
ATLAS
We were in serious trouble.
While Piper took a shower that morning I went over the night’s events in my head. It was rare that anything could stop me in my tracks and ever make me doubt my decisions. But my night with Piper was one of those times. As much as I had enjoyed every second of fucking her beautiful body, I knew it had been a bad idea to let it go that far. I knew that for her it was more than just sex. And even though I knew it was more to me than that too, I couldn’t allow myself to show it. It would only give her hope that this could work. And as much as I wished I could give her what she wanted, I knew that I couldn’t.
I’d learned that long ago.
But God I wanted her. I’d planned on being aloof this morning, ordering breakfast and trying my best to pretend it never happened and that we could now move forward. But the second I had seen her sleepy face and post-sex hair, all I could think about was how much I wanted her again.
I couldn’t resist.
Even now, just thinking about her in the shower made my cock twitch.
I walked into the steamed up master bathroom with its rainfall shower head. Her back was to me as she washed her hair. Her ass looked absolutely perfect, and slick from the water.
“I’m coming in,” I said. She turned around, her eyes bright.
“Please do,” she said. God, her smile would be the fucking end of me.
There was no point in pretending I was there to get clean. I lifted her up, holding her ass in my hands as she wrapped her beautiful, wet legs around me. I entered her immediately and she gasped.
“Yes,” she spurred me on. “Against the wall. But Atlas, I’m so sore, please go easy. I can’t take it too hard.”
“My cock will decide how hard you need it,” I said, staring directly into her eyes. I knew that once I started thrusting, she’d feel and look too good to obey her request for mercy. I pressed her against the marble walls of the shower and fucked her relentlessly standing up, her nails digging into my back. She was so slippery and perfect and even though I had just come less than twenty minutes ago, I almost did again, she felt that damn good.
