THEN-3
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“My lips wrapped around your c**k,” I whispered, giving him a squeeze. He groaned, then bit down on my neck before his touch vanished from my body.
A whimper left me, but when I looked into his eyes, the predator that looked back sent a jolt of excitement through my system.
“On your knees.” He removed his suit jacket before working open his belt and then his slacks. By the time my knees hit the marble floor, I was at eye level. It had been a while since I’d been up close and personal with a man, but I didn’t remember ever being as intimidated before.
My whole body flushed in anticipation, and I reached out. He was warm, heavy, and thick. I wasn’t some petite little thing, but even my fingers couldn’t encircle his girth. My p***y clenched in anticipation of having him inside me, filling me, stretching my walls.
I looked up at his dark eyes that watched me. He reached out and gripped my jaw again before slipping his thumb into my mouth.
“Suck it, just like that,” he growled before releasing me.
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip before closing my lips around the head. I worked my way down, loving each sigh and low vocalization that slipped from him.
“You’re right. You are a vision with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
I released him and dipped lower, my tongue circling one of his balls before sucking it into my mouth. Another curse hissed through clenched teeth, and I repeated the action on the other side as I pumped his length before returning to swallow as much as I could, starting at the head.
“f**k, you’re good at that.” He pushed on the back of my head, and I choked, unable to go as far as he wanted.
Another low growl vibrated deep in his chest and he pulled me up to my feet. A gasp left me as he delivered a painful but pleasurable slap to my clit before he stepped forward and grabbed my ass.
His fingers dug into my butt cheeks as he lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“You have a fantastic ass. I’m going to enjoy f*****g you from behind and watching it bounce as you take my cock.”
“Promises, promises,” I said before nipping his neck. A growl rumbled in his chest before I was shocked by a sting across my butt before he started walking toward the bedroom.
I felt the hot head of his c**k tapping against me with each step. A few more steps, and my stomach flipped as we fell onto the bed. His lips smashed to mine, and I was lost in the intoxicating hunger with which he possessed me.
He pulled back and I let out a whine, earning me another tap on my clit. “You are a needy little nymph,” he said as he pulled at his clothes. His tie went first, followed by his vest, dress shirt, and undershirt before he finally removed everything from his lower half.
The suit that looked painted on only hid the body of a god beneath the rich fabrics. Lean, taut muscles, strong, broad chest and shoulders, defined abs, and even that heavenly, groan-inducing V. The man was perfection of the male species.
I reached down to pull off my heels, but his hand grasped mine, stopping me.
“Leave those on for now.” He gripped my breast, drawing my n****e between his fingers and tugging, making me cry out. “Mmm, I like that sound.”
He retreated again before pulling a condom from the bedside drawer and putting it on. My thighs rubbed together as I bit down on my lip, entranced by the flawless specimen before me.
I scooted back up the bed as he closed in. With strong hands, he pushed my thighs open, licking his lips as he stared down at my p***y.
He smacked his c**k against my clit, making me jump and grind my hips against him as he positioned himself.
“Here’s one promise for you,” he said, then slammed his hips against mine. I lost all thought as he drove in, filling me in a way I didn’t think I ever had been. My eyes fluttered, and my mouth fell open as he stretched me. His lips were against my ear, but I was still lost in the initial shock and pleasure. “I’m going to f**k you so hard, that you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.”
The pace he set up was hard and unrelenting, my back arching under his assault. His lips were fire and sin, and I burned under their touch.
“Atticus,” I whimpered, my head thrown back.
“You feel so f*****g good,” he groaned. He lavished my neck with liquid fire, drowning me in desire while begging for more. I lost the ability to think, consumed by pleasure with every thrust as he pushed me higher and higher into ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he growled. One hand gripped my jaw again, tilting my head where he wanted.
I forced my eyes open, instantly losing myself in the intensity of his gaze.
The guttural groans coming from him had me squeezing around him even harder. His thrusts became more aggressive, faster, and a scream left me as every muscle tensed, then let go.
“That’s it, f*****g come,” he snarled.
I barely registered the last hard slams of his hips against mine, but I felt every twitch of his c**k inside me.
His breath was hard and harsh against my neck, and I knew mine was the same.
Wow.
Never had a guy done to me the things Atticus had just done. For one, I came. Hard. And I felt like it was just a promise of more to come.
For another, the chemistry was off-the-charts hot.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, a relaxed grin on his face. I whimpered when he pulled out, missing the full feeling of having him inside me.
He stood and pulled off the condom before throwing it in the trash.
“Water?” he asked as he headed through the door.
“Yes, please.” I rolled over in time to watch his sinful ass walk away.
Happy Birthday to me!
The night had done a complete one-eighty compared to how I thought it would go when I left my apartment.
When he returned, he handed me a bottle of water, which I greedily downed as he sat next to me. The room service menu was in his hand, and he opened it before passing it to me.
“I’m hungry. You?”
I blinked at him. “I kinda worked up an appetite.”
“Get whatever you want. You’ll need the calories.”
A shiver zipped down my spine at the rough edge of his voice. “I will?”
He smirked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Really?” I asked as I bit down on my lip and scanned the menu. A sigh of disappointment fell over me. “They don’t have much this late.”
“Whatever you want. Don’t worry about the time.”
“What makes you so special?” I asked, curious where his confidence came from.
“We’re in the penthouse. Trust me.”
It was then it really hit me—we were in the penthouse.
Sometime in the early morning hours, we had both succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. When I woke, I found I was snuggled into Atticus’s side, my head on his chest, legs wrapped with his.
Tilting my head back, I found blue eyes looking at me and felt the soft caress of fingers across my back.
“Good morning.”
My face burned, and I looked away. “Good morning.”
The situation felt like he would have kicked me out when done, and I would have been doing the walk of shame back to the train station, but that wasn’t what happened at all. While I didn’t expect, nor want, any declarations of anything, I immensely enjoyed the peace that moved between us, light and airy, while the warmth of his skin against mine settled into my affection-starved bones.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his fingers never faltering in their caress.
“A little sore, but good. You?”
“Hungry.”
I looked back up and met his gaze. The brightness had dimmed, overtaken by a darkness. The intense moment was cut short by his stomach grumbling beneath my hand.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could he. “What do you want first?”
“Move your hand down a little more, and I think you’ll figure it out.”
“Bathroom first.” I pulled away from him, instantly missing his warmth as I dashed to relieve myself. Once done, I found Atticus walking in, heading to the sink where he picked up a toothbrush. Looking to the other sink, I noticed a complimentary toothbrush and followed suit, giving my mouth a quick cleaning.
When he was done, he moved to the massive shower and turned it on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his c**k as it bobbed about, hard and needy and completely hypnotizing, especially after the night’s events.
He pulled me into the shower with him, pressing my back against the cold tiles. Just as the night before, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around him as the warm water crashed down on us. He teased me with his lips, ghosting them across mine before pulling back, a smirk greeting me. Before he could do it again, I cupped his face and pulled his lips to mine.
What started out as a languid consumption quickly escalated into a ravaging. And I loved every second. A ragged sigh left me when I felt the head of his c**k push through my p***y lips, and I sank down on his length.
That seemed to morph his frenzy into a slow, sensual thrusting.
“You are absolutely divine.”
Though sore from our night, a slow burn grew, intensifying with each thrust.
“I want to come,” he hissed, looking down to where we were connected before finding my eyes again. He reached between us and brushed his fingers across my clit. We both moaned, and his teeth clenched.
“Come, Ophelia.” The pressure of his fingers increased with the speed of his thrusts. “I need you to come, baby.”
My thighs shook as I clenched down around him, my head tilted back into a scream. His teeth dug into my neck, and he groaned as he pulled out, his c**k pulsing as his c*m shot out, landing on my breasts and stomach.
As we came down, I reached up and brought his forehead down to mine. “Where did you come from?”
He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine. “Come on, let’s clean up.”
Once we were washed and I was dried off, I wobbled toward the door to determine where my dress had been deposited. There was a chuckle behind me as I braced myself against the wall.
“Yeah, yeah, job well done.”
He chuckled again. “I’m known for being an overachiever.”
With some pain, weakness, and effort, I bent over and picked up my dress from the floor. I gasped at the feel of hands on my hips, pulling me. A groan left him as he ground against me.
“Don’t show off your p***y if you don’t want my c**k. It just makes me want you more.”
I could feel him hardening behind me. “Did you swallow a bottle of Viagra or something?”
“You are the drug. No other stimulants necessary.” He thrusted his hips, groaning. “Love watching this ass.”
I straightened, much to both of our disappointments, but it didn’t keep his hands from wandering around my body. One hand was on a breast while the other slipped between my legs.
“Atticus,” I whimpered.
“f**k, I love the way you say my name like that.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder. “I should get going.”
“Should?”
“It’s already the afternoon.” Well, only by a few minutes.
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