Me neither.
I look over at the door. It’s locked, but Red is just on the other side of it, playing pool in the living room. I glance over my shoulder at Atlas, whose eyes are so focused on my ass, that a spaceship could land in this room and he might not even notice.
I give my ass a quick shake and his eyes flutter.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs.
“I plan to.” I wait for him to finally look up at me. “But won’t your security guard hear us?”
He smiles wickedly. “Only if I’m good at my job.”
Chapter Eighteen
Atlas
She giggles as she slides up to the head of the bed, and I remember how I wanted to see her hair spread out across the pristine white pillow. “Take your hair down.”
Her brows furrow briefly, but then she does what she’s told, reaching up to pull a bunch of bobby pins from her hair.
When she’s done, I look at the pile of pins on the nightstand and laugh. “Do you think you had enough?”
“I have a lot of hair.” She shakes her hair out and the laugh dies on my lips, because it looks just as fucking perfect as I imagined. Thick and dark brown, it spreads out on the pillow in waves, and I think I might grab a handful to hold onto later when I fuck her from behind.
My dick twitches, so I massage it, then look down at her nearly-naked body beneath me. The wetness has soaked the pale pink mesh of her panties, and her pussy lips are clearly outlined against the fabric. I reach down and run my fingers over them and her legs spread wider. I lie down on the bed and bring my face closer to her pussy, then run my fingers over her lips again. She smells so fucking good I might break my own rule.
I slide the fabric aside, then run my fingers over the wetness, coating them so I can slide inside of her and feel that tight pussy for myself. When I slip my first two fingers inside, she moans, like she’s been waiting for me to finger fuck her for her whole damn life. I curl my fingertips up against the inner wall, pulling her toward me with each gentle tug because this pussy is mine. She reaches up to play with her breasts, and I feel a pang of jealousy. Because those are mine too. I massage her a few more times, then slip my fingers out and push out of my boxers.
She looks down at me indignantly, then lowers her gaze to my cock. She licks her lips...
Maybe I should fuck her mouth.
I grip my cock with the hand that was just in her pussy, coating it with her juices, then I lean over her and slide my cock against her lips as I pull her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh,” she says, the word throaty and full of need, and not really a word at all, but more an exclamation.
I press my dick against her, harder, sliding back and forth in her wetness until it’s all I can do not to slip inside of her. I groan, my eyes closing as I think about fucking her bareback.
I can’t remember the last time I felt a good, tight pussy wrapped around my cock without a rubber shield between us.
She wraps her legs around my hips and presses up against me, arcing as she slides up and down my shaft. It’s wet, and hot, and the way she moves against me, like her pussy was made to hug my cock... I place my hands on the bed above each shoulder and stare down at her as she gets off on grinding my dick. She moves faster now, and I move with her, and I haven’t done anything like this since I was a teenager trying to get as close to pussy as possible, and yet somehow this is sexy as hell.
She is sexy as hell.
I wrap my arm around her waist and turn us over so I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me. I press up against her and she resumes grinding me again, sliding up and down on my cock like a goddamn slip ‘n slide.
When I think she’s about to come, Kayla looks down at me, her breath a hot rush of heat on my face and her eyes heavy with how much she wants me. “Do you have a condom?”
I motion to the nightstand. The box is in plain sight and already opened.
She frowns.
I look like a real fucking creep, don’t I? Fuck. I struggle for something to say while she hesitates, but it’s too late to try to pretend that condoms haven’t been used in this room already. To justify that this is somehow different.
Ah, fuck it. Why do I even care?
She finally reaches for them, and I exhale too loudly, bringing her attention back to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as she opens a wrapper. “Think I might figure out I’m not the only woman in your life?”
I laugh, but there’s a hint of bitterness in her tone. She doesn’t think she’s the only one, that would be stupid, but I know chicks, and chicks at least like to pretend that they are.
Note to self: next time those bad boys are going in a drawer, and each chick gets a brand new, unopened box.
She slides backwards, and my dick pops up, ready for its next assignment. She places the rubber over the tip, then slowly slides it down over my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. Even just her touch is enough to make me want to come all over the place.
I must be hornier than usual.
She slides forward, positioning herself at the tip of my cock, then slowly slides down until I’m fully inside her. She whimpers as she starts to ride me. I grip her hips, then pound into her, matching her motion as we finally finish what we started back when she first turned me down but couldn’t stop eye-fucking me. I didn’t want things to be over this quickly with this one, but sometimes you just gotta go where the wind takes you, and tonight it’s taking us on a direct flight to pound town.
I thrust into her and watch her tits bounce up and down, mesmerized by the movement of her soft flesh. There’s a small freckle beneath the left one, and I follow it with my eyes as she moves. Her body is somehow lean and soft at the same time, like she works out but also eats, and mmm, now I’m thinking of eating and she’s on the menu.
She looks down at me, smiling wickedly with her bottom lip between her teeth. “Did you just growl at me?”
Fuck yeah. I make the sound again and desire flashes in her eyes.
“Come here,” I command.
She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me, then starts to moan and arches back, and I don’t think I can take much more, but I don’t want to finish first. I reach up and grab her tits, massaging them and teasing her nipples as she bounces up and down on my dick.
She bends forward, bringing her mouth to mine again in a frantic kiss, like she needs my mouth as badly as I need hers, and as her hair falls down around me, and her pussy starts to clench around my cock, her mouth freezes on a silent moan as pleasure grips her body. When her eyes start to close, I reach behind her neck, pull her to me, and plunge my tongue into her mouth while I empty my hose into her tight little pussy.
She relaxes in a heap on top of me, her nose in my neck, and my dick still twitching inside of her. We both pant to catch our breaths, and I pull her hair to one side so it doesn’t suffocate me. She smells like coconut and... Irish Spring soap. It’s a strange combination, and I’ve never met anyone but one of our roadies who uses that soap, but I press my nose further into her throat and inhale deeply.
She lifts her head and looks down at me. “Did you just... sniff me?”
I smile. “Guilty.”
She moves to sit up, and my dick twitches.
Her eyebrows slowly creep up her head. “Again?”
I shrug. “I’m in the prime of my sexual life?”
Her burst of laughter makes her pussy clench around me. Yes, definitely again.
I grip her hips, then slowly move my cock around.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, closing her eyes to appreciate the way I feel inside her. Suddenly, her cheeks flush and she meets my gaze. “I don’t even know who I am right now.”
I don’t even care who she is right now. I tighten my grip on her hips, then pump her full of my cock until she closes her eyes again. I sit up, gripping her shoulders, then nibble on her neck. She opens her eyes and holds me there, locked in her gaze, her arms, her pussy, and something inside me says I s
hould run, hard and fast in the other direction.
I give my head a quick shake—because what the fuck was that?—then lay her flat on her back and position myself above her. I slide my dick back in and thrust until all thoughts of running or staying or anything other than fucking leave my brain.
Because tonight, fucking is all that matters.
Chapter Nineteen
Kayla
Something in his eyes changed.
I made him think of something he doesn’t want to think about.
Someone?
I close my eyes as shame pushes lust aside and grips my body with a different ache entirely. I turn my head to the side. The moment between us was lost, and I’m feeling used. Which is quite fitting because it’s exactly the way I thought I’d feel if I left the club with Atlas tonight.
He pauses his thrusting and gently grabs my chin, turning my head back to face him. “Hey, what happened?”
My chest tightens. What do I tell him? It’s not like we were making love before, seeing as how I don’t even know this guy, but somehow it feels different now all the same.
He runs his hand over my cheek. “Kayla, what happened just now?” He looks back and forth between my eyes. “It’s okay. I can stop. We don’t have to go again so soon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just...”
My brazenness has left the building, folks. “Sorry. It’s not you...”
He laughs and pulls out, then pushes off the bed. “You’re giving me the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech while I’m balls deep inside of you?” He runs his hand over his hair. “That’s... that’s a fucking first.”
“No, no, oh my gosh.” I jump off the bed and walk toward him, then grab his wrist as he runs his hand through his hair for the fifteenth time in the last few seconds. “Atlas.” My lips twitch, but I don’t want to laugh when he’s feeling so jilted. This is awkward as hell. There’s nothing funny about it, but my nerves are threatening to bubble up my throat. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I was saying.”
He looks me in the eyes, trying to figure something out, but I’m not sure what, then he steps away from me. “I’ll be out in a minute.” He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I plop down on the bed. What did I just do? It’s one thing to have a one-night stand, then never talk to Atlas again, but it’s a completely different story to offend him in the middle of our one-night stand and never talk to him again.
Well, at least he’ll never forget me, right?
I groan and lay down on the bed, throwing my arm over my eyes. Should I just leave now? Quietly get dressed and split while he’s in the bathroom? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am... I mean, thank you, Atlas?
“Kayla? Can you come in here for a second?”
I sit up and look at the closed bathroom door. What could he possibly need my help with? “Um, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just come in here real quick?” He pauses. “Please?”
Narrowing my eyes, I push off the bed and step toward the bathroom. I’m feeling too exposed now that things cooled off so quickly, so I grab my sweater off the floor and slide it back on. I stop in front of the bathroom door. Should I knock? Everything just got so weird between us. From hot to cold in a matter of minutes and now I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I just open the door.
Atlas is in the bathtub of champagne. He smiles when I step inside the bathroom, but his teeth are chattering. I laugh, then throw my hand over my mouth.
“This was such a better idea in my head.”
I shake my head, but don’t take my hand away from my mouth because this is the cutest thing ever, and I’m either going to laugh at him or fall in love with him, and either way, I should probably just go.
“Well, are you going to join me?”
I laugh out loud and drop my hands to my hips. “Not likely.”
“You’re going to make me waste all this champagne?”
I roll my eyes and step closer to the tub. “I don’t think anyone’s made you do anything you didn’t want to do in a very long time.”
He narrows his eyes playfully. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I stop beside the tub and look down at him. “It means I think you’re pretty used to getting what you want.” I run my hand through his hair, pulling those dark bangs out of his eyes.
His lips twitch as he holds my gaze, then he slowly stands, and my gaze falls to his hard body. Champagne drips from his skin, tiny droplets of golden bubbles rolling over the hard lines of his chest, his abs, dripping down to the V muscles of his stomach. His shaft shimmers in the bathroom light. My belly tightens as it hardens before my eyes, making me want to—
“Kayla.” Atlas says my name quietly, the sudden change in his tone drawing my eyes back up to his. “You’re right. I always get what I want.” He pauses, then drops his gaze to my legs. “And right now I want to lick champagne from your pussy.”
My lips part on a gasp.
“Take off your sweater.”
I meet his gaze and do what he says. I’m back to autopilot and Atlas holds the controls.
“It should be a sin for you to ever wear clothes. You know that, right?”
I don’t know what to say.
“Step into the tub.”
I look up at him and shake my head. “You’re freezing.”
“I was in here by myself.” He grins, and I almost fall for it, almost join him in that arctic bath of booze.
“Nope. I’m not getting in there.”
He steps to the edge of the tub and reaches for me, but I back up before he can grab me. He smiles mischievously, then steps over the edge. Champagne drips off of him onto the tile.
“You’re going to slip.” I point at the ground.
“Don’t make me chase you, and I won’t slip.”
I meet his gaze and smile. “Tempting, but I think we both know I love a good chase.” I turn to run and he wobbles, so I reach back to steady him, and he throws his arms around me, locking me in place against the hard length of his frame.
I laugh, fighting to get out of his arms, but when I finally give up and still, he brings his mouth to mine and in his arms is the only place for me.
“Mmm,” I say when he pulls away. “You taste like bubbly.”
He smiles, then leans forward and runs his tongue across my bottom lip. “So do you.”
He releases me and runs his hands over the wetness he’s left on my skin. Down over my breasts, then over my hips and thighs, then he squats and run his palms up the back of my calves. He looks up at me from a squatting position. “Are you sure I can’t get you into that bubble bath with me?” He slides his hands up, stopping so his fingertips almost reach my belly, his thumbs just centimeters away from the one place he can touch and make me forget every no I’ve ever said to him. He licks his lips as he focuses on my pussy, and I feel it right into my toes even though he didn’t even touch me.
I step out of his grasp and walk past him to the tub, never breaking eye contact. I’m his to command right now, and if Atlas wants me in a tub of champagne, then I’m getting into a tub of champagne.
I step in and gasp. It’s not ice cold, but it’s close enough. A shiver runs up my spine, and my nipples harden into tiny points that could cut glass. Atlas watches me bring my other leg in, then raises his hand and points to the edge. “Just sit on the edge, please.”
His dark gaze warms my body as he watches me, and I think I might just be able to sit in a tub of cold water with him, as long as he doesn’t look away.
I sit on the edge of the tub closest to the wall, then lean back and spread my legs for him.
He smiles as he climbs back into the tub, then places a hand on either side of me and brings his mouth to mine. He places a soft kiss on my lips, then another, then runs his tongue over my bottom lip. My breath catches and he uses the gasp to press his tongue into my mouth and open me wider to him. He sucks my tongue, then pulls back. “You have an amazing mouth.”
His eyes lock with mine, and something flashes across his dark gaze, then he leans forward again and claims my mouth with his.
Something tells me he’s claiming more than my mouth.
Chapter Twenty
Atlas
When I’ve kissed her long enough that I think her knees might give out, I pull back, then sit down in the tub. My balls crawl into my body faster than is humanly possible, and there’s nothing fucking sexy about that, but we’re not here for my balls right now, are we?
We’re here for this pussy.
And breaking rules. Can’t forget that. We’re here to break rules.
I’ve already broken one for her: No chasing tail.
What’s one more?
I look up past those perfect tits and meet Kayla’s gaze. She has no idea I’m about to break my own damn rule so I can taste her.
I cup my hand and scoop it into the water, then pour a handful of champagne over her lips. She pulls in a breath, and I grin, then lean forward and run my tongue slowly up the center. She arches a bit as her body tries to chase my mouth, so I lean forward again and slide my tongue up and down a few more times. I’ve always loved champagne and pussy, but never had them at the same time, and now wine pairing will never be the same because fuck cheese and fuck caviar.
Pussy is where it’s at.
I scoop up another handful and pour it over her lips, then quickly suck her into my mouth to get more of the champagne.
Each movement of my mouth elicits a soft sound from her throat, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and she locks them around my head as I plunge my tongue inside her. I reach up and grip her tits while I fuck her with my tongue, but she grabs one of my hands and pulls my fingers into her mouth. My cock nods in agreement, growing thick with envy and lust for this woman who tastes like heaven and fucks like a perfect sinner. I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal on earth while she sucks my fingers hungrily, then I release her tit and bring my free hand down between her legs, sliding my fingers inside her so I can focus more attention on her clit. I rub my tongue back and forth over it, then pull it into my mouth as I slam my fingers in and out of her.
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