11. CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

Atlas

Chyler had not contacted me once since we went on our first—second—date, and suddenly, our paths crossed at a bar downtown, and she just parked herself right in my lap like we had been together this entire time.

Brodie—who I’ve been told has legs spread wider than a stripper doing the splits, was trying to get one of us to take her for a ride —a hard pass. The guys told me her nickname here was ‘Plan B,’ and I couldn’t help but laugh and feel sorry for her at the same time.

However, this woman wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and clung to our table like a piece of used gum. I may have been desperate for a good fuck since The Landing with Chyler, but I wasn’t about to stick my dick in that . I still had standards, and she didn’t even meet the minimum. There was only one woman I wanted, and just when I needed her most, she came out of nowhere and slid herself into my lap as if she owned it. I’m guessing this means I won the two-week silent treatment. She was mine now, and I was going to claim her tonight.

After a hard day's work, the guys and I decided we needed to get out of the office and enjoy the summer night. Marcus and Dean dragged us down the strip of bars downtown before ending our night at Austin’s Bar. Derek and I were just along for the ride; we didn’t care where we went as long as there was alcohol and women for him to pick up.

What I hadn’t planned on was that the bar we would end up walking into at the end of the night would be the one Chyler worked at. I knew she filled in for her friend at the nightclub, but I guess I never asked where else she worked. Apparently, it was here.

She was gorgeous in her denim shorts that showed off the curve of her ass and a pink crop top that displayed every inch of her toned body. If I had seen her earlier, I probably would have stared down every single man who had eyed her as she worked.

When she slid into my lap, I couldn’t help the smug smile that pulled across my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her smooth waist and held her against me; the movement felt so natural and right with her. I had no intention of letting her go a second time.

Two weeks was too long to wait. I told her I was a patient man, but my patience was beginning to wear thin. My hand could only sate my needs for so long before I cracked and went running back to her. I was ready to take her, begging or not, but with her sliding into my lap out of nowhere, I believe I just won. All mine.

Brodie left our table shortly after Chyler showed up. Good. I wanted her gone. She refused to leave our table, and when she started touching my arm, I couldn’t help but laugh at her sad and desperate attempt to gain my attention.

When she left, Chyler tried to get off my lap, but I pulled her closer so she couldn't. I knew she had only climbed onto my lap to drive away Brodie. She was jealous, but I wasn't in the mood for her games tonight. If she wouldn’t let me take her home, I would take her in the restroom again without hesitation.

The soft touch of her skin, and the sweet smell of her perfume, had my cock standing at attention, and it craved her. I had grown so hard that I had to adjust myself under her. I needed to fuck this woman.

“You’ve got ten minutes.” I wouldn’t give her any longer than that. I needed her now. I needed to be inside her, pounding away the memory of every single night that I had to use my hand and imagine it was her.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after avoiding me for two weeks.” She scoffed.

“Five,” I growled back at her.

“Fine.” She snapped.

Knowing I had won, I released my grip and let her leave for the center bar. Keeping my eyes on her as she disappeared into the busy crowd.

“What was that about?” Derek nudged me with his elbow, and my attention turned to him.

“Honestly… I have no idea.” I blew out a breath and rubbed the back of my neck. “But I’m not going to complain either.” I shrugged with a light smile .

“I think she was jealous of Brodie .” Marcus chuckled as he drank his beer. “I wonder if she thought you two were fucking each other.”

As if I would ever stoop that low for a good time. However, the thought of Chyler being jealous of me with another woman made me smirk in amusement. I hoped she was as jealous as she seemed; it would make fucking her later even better.

“All I know is that I’m not letting her go for another day.”

“I’d tell you to claim her before another man does, but—“ Dean blew a low whistle. “Looks like she beat you to it, man.” He laughed, and I tipped back the last of my beer. She could try to claim me, but I was going to do all the claiming once I got her in my bed. Chyler was mine, and I would prove that to her in more than one way tonight.

My eyes locked onto her over Dean’s shoulder as she sauntered over to our table. One of her arms now had a small black wrap around it. She wasn’t gone that long; what happened? Did someone hurt her?

“It’s late, and I don’t have closing duties tonight. Did you want to get out of here?” She yawned as she stopped next to me.

I looked over to Derek, and he nodded his approval at me.

“Sure, let’s go.” I got up from where I was sitting and wrapped my arm around her waist. “What’s with the wrap?” I asked, looking down at her arm.

“Oh, I accidentally cut myself on a glass while cleaning. It’s nothing.” She shrugged.

“Want me to take a look at it?” I asked, reaching for her arm .

“No, it’s fine. Austin helped me with it already. Let’s just get out of here.” She abruptly pulled her arm away from my grasp and then led me towards the doors. I didn’t care where we went anymore. I just wanted her, and I was going to have her.

As we made our way out of the bar, I leaned down and murmured into her ear.

“Does this mean you are ready to beg?” I would give anything to see her on her hands and knees for me.

She didn’t respond to my question. Instead, as soon as we were outside the bar, she grabbed me around the back of my neck and pulled me down to her level, crashing her mouth to mine, and I opened for her, taking her in deep, our tongues twining together.

She bit down on my lip, causing a rush of blood to the tip of my cock. I was already hard, but I could feel myself getting excruciatingly harder from her.

She pulled away, and I groaned at the loss of her mouth on mine. The taste of her.

“Is that answer enough for you?”

Fuck.

If I could have thrown her over my shoulder at that very moment and carried her back to my place, I would have. But instead, I just wrapped my arm around her waist and started off in the direction of my apartment.

I kicked the door closed behind us after we entered my apartment, our mouths locked in a battle for dominance. As I guided her backward to the bedroom, my hands were tangled in her hair. Once inside, I backed her up to the bed, breaking away from her and pushing her down onto the mattress.

I pressed my knee on the bed between her legs, and I pulled myself up and over her body, my hands fisting the sheets by her head. She started grinding against my thigh, pushing herself into me for more pressure. I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“Needy for me, are we?” I breathed, my eyes darkening.

She bit down on her lip, a soft whimper leaving her as she wrapped her hands around my forearms and dug in her nails, continuing to rub friction against her clit with my leg. I had her right where I wanted her. Desperate for me to fuck her in every way possible.

With a smirk on my lips, I pushed away from her and off the bed, leaving the bedroom and taking a seat on the couch in the living room. I told her I would make her beg, that I wanted her crawling on her hands and knees for me. I wasn’t going to pass that opportunity up now, not when she so clearly displayed her desperation for me.

She stopped in the doorway, and I could see her perfectly from where I was sitting, my gaze roaming up and down her delicious figure. I relaxed back on the couch, my legs set in a wide position. Hopefully, she would take the hint of what I wanted from her .

Raising a dark brow, I brought my hand up from the armrest and gestured for her to come to me. She took a single step and held my palm up, stopping her right where she was.

“No. I won’t give you what you want until you give me what I want.” I tilted my head with a wolfish grin. I was hungry for her, I wanted to taste her on my tongue—needed.

She huffed out a breath and crossed her arms like she always did when she wasn’t getting her way. I loved that she fought me; it made her all the more fun to chase. She was perfect for me. The only thing I didn’t account for was that she was stubborn enough to fight me for weeks. I was going to break her for that.

“Seriously? You can’t tell me you don’t want me right this second, Atlas.” She slammed her hands on her hips with that attitude I loved so much, and I grew even harder.

“I do want you,” I adjusted my raging hard cock in my jeans. “But I want to see what you look like on all fours between my legs first.” I waited over two weeks for this; I could wait a few more minutes to have her. I wanted her begging.

I could see the sexual frustration pulling her under, how her body tensed from my words. She chewed on her cheek as she thought about her next move, whether it would be arguing further or just giving me what I wanted.

It turns out that two weeks of waiting paid off in the end. Because after a few minutes of standing there, she sucked in a deep breath and finally sunk down to her knees where she stood. That’s my girl .

She began to crawl—and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. The way her hips swayed and her shoulder blades pitched with every flawless movement. She was a lioness, prowling for the kill—and I was her prey. Gladly.

Not taking my eyes off of her, I rested my elbow on the armrest and brought my hand to my mouth, rubbing my finger along my bottom lip, my gaze roving her from head to toe, taking in the curve of her gorgeous ass as it moved with her hips. She was magnificent.

Her beautiful hazel eyes looked up at me through her dark lashes as she crawled her way towards me. Once she reached my legs, she pressed her palms to my knees, sliding them up my thighs as she lifted herself up onto her knees, stopping when she reached the waistband of my jeans.

I was so hard that I felt as though my cock would burst from my jeans if she didn’t release it soon. I bit down on the side of the finger that rested on my bottom lip as she dropped her gaze to the large bulge in my jeans. She licked her lips, and all I could think was how I wanted that pretty mouth wrapped around me, taking me deeply.

“Was crawling on my pretty little hands and knees to your satisfaction, Atlas?”

I loved it when she said my name; I loved it more when she was screaming it. I bent forward, gripping her chin between my fingers and tilting her head up to meet my eyes.

“If you are expecting me to call you a ‘good girl’ and take you to my bed, you’re wrong; you’ll have to earn it. What you just did was only the beginning. I need you begging me, sweet thing.” I murmured, my eyes dropping to that fuckable mouth of hers one more time.

I could see the wheels turning in the back of her mind. She wasn’t the type of woman to lose a fight, and she was already preparing to torture me just as I was torturing her. We were evenly matched, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the challenge she posed against me. She was made for me, made to take me in all ways.

Bringing her hand to my chest, she pushed my body back into the couch—I let her, and she dragged that same hand down to the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down on the zipper.

I hissed between my gritted teeth as she pulled my raging hard cock from beneath my jeans and slowly began stroking it from base to tip. She never broke her eye contact with me—she was good. So good.

Licking her lips, she dragged her thumb across the head just as a small bead of pre-cum leaked out. I bet she was imagining how good it would taste on her tongue, just as I continued to remember how she tasted on mine. With one more pass of her thumb and drag of her hand down my shaft, she brought her mouth to the head, kissing it lightly before parting her lips and bringing her head down on me. The warm, wet heat of her mouth sent shivers up my spine.

I gripped the armrests of the couch with both hands, digging my fingers into the fabric, a curse escaping my lips. Fffuuuccckkkk.

Slowly she began to work my cock with her mouth, pulling it out completely, then driving back down with her tongue first, the tip diving into the small opening, before pressing it into the underside of my shaft as her mouth followed. She took me almost completely to the base, the back of her throat squeezing me as she swallowed.

She moaned as she continued to devour me, her throat vibrating against my cock and causing another ripple of pleasure to flood my senses, my knuckles turning white against the armrests. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my throat as my head dropped back, and I shut my eyes in pure ecstasy. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was perfect.

Her teeth dragged lightly against me as she pulled back, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I could have come right there, but I stopped myself; I wanted to come inside her tight wet cunt, not her mouth. I could do that another time, but this time, I wanted to have her on my bed, wreathing and pleading for me to come inside her.

Begging for me to end her endless climaxes and let her rest.

I was going to make her regret not begging me two weeks ago.

With that thought in mind, I gripped her by the back of the head, my fingers tangled in her hair, and I pulled her off of me, her mouth making an audible ‘pop.’ She looked up, mouth still open and ready to take more of me.

“Too much for you?” She sent me a smug grin, licking up the mix of her spit and my pre-cum from her lips. My good fucking girl .

“Not enough.” I panted as I stood up from the couch, pulling her with me and throwing her over my shoulder, taking her to the bedroom.

I tossed her onto the center of the bed, grabbing her by the ankles and then dragging her to the edge of the mattress.

“Take off your shorts,” I demanded, my breathing growing heavy with desire for her.

“That’s not very seductive.” She chided.

“You forget that I’m not here for you; you are here for me. Now take them off.” I slapped the side of her thigh.

She gave me an amused grin and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them off her legs and dropping them to the floor. Bending forward, I placed my hands on either side of her head and pressed my lips to the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. I could bury my face in her forever.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured into her. I could feel her eyes roll, and I bit down on the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck. She abruptly gasped from the pain but then let out a low moan. She liked it rough, and that was exactly how I would give it to her tonight.

I continued kissing and biting down the side of her neck, to her collarbone, to the top of her perfect breasts. I moved my hands from beside her head and dragged them up her sides, pushing her top up with them. She lifted her arms above her head to help slide it off.

The top was tight, with little stretch to it, so when it reached her biceps as I pulled it over her head, I left it there. Holding her arms in place above her head, I moved my hand back down to her breasts and began massaging them in my palms, moving my mouth down to her peaked nipples, taking one into my mouth.

I rolled her nipple with my tongue and lightly tugged on it with my teeth, her body arching up to me in response. I smiled into her breast, pulling back with my teeth once more and then letting go of her nipple as I moved to give the other one just as much attention.

Her moans were the sweetest music to my ears. I wanted to hear more of the noises that she could make—that I could get her to make. While I continued to torture her nipple with my mouth, I teased the other with my fingers, twisting and pulling, mirroring the actions of my tongue and teeth.

She writhed under me, and I couldn’t resist the smug grin of satisfaction it gave me. I pulled myself back up briefly, removing her top entirely, freeing her arms, and tossing it aside. I gripped the center of her underwear in my hand and ripped it down in one fluid motion, then slid my hands under her thighs as I sank down to my knees. I blew on her hot center as I spread her legs wide, and she let out a soft whimper.

I caught her gaze, letting her see the hunger building inside of me.

“Keep your eyes on me, or I stop,” I warned.

Not being able to hold myself back any longer, I dragged my tongue up her slit and latched onto her clit, sucking on her nerves. Her hips bucked from the sensation, and I pressed my hands down firmly on her thighs to keep her in place as I devoured her. She slid her fingers into my hair and began tugging at the strands .

Releasing her clit and dragging my tongue up her soaking cunt again, I speared her with my tongue, twisting it inside of her before pulling it back out and repeating the motion. She let go of her hold on my hair, and her head dropped back on the bed as she let out a deep moan of pleasure. I abruptly stopped, just as I said I would, and she lifted her head back up to look down at me with a whimper.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered breathily.

“Then don’t take your eyes off of me. Last warning.” I loved the control she gave me when it came to her pleasure. She bit down on her lip and breathed deeply as I pressed my lips to her clit once more, taking it into my mouth, and inserting a finger into her wet heat, pumping her as I tortured the bundle of nerves. She fisted her hands in the sheets, and I could see her struggling to keep her eyes on me.

I added a second finger, pumping and curling them both against her sweet spot. I could feel her walls tensing around them; she was ready, her climax at its peak. I bit down lightly on her clit, and she dropped to the bed, arching her back and letting out a feral cry as she came against into my mouth. I couldn’t help but lap up every drop, savoring the sweet taste of her pleasure on my tongue.

Her body slack and panting, I pulled myself up and over her again, leaning all of my weight on one arm and sucking the last of her pleasure off of my fingers.

“You always taste so fucking good. I could eat you out for days. My own personal buffet.” I caged her with both hands and slowly moved my hips against her, dragging my cock through her dripping core.

She moved her hips upwards, trying to catch the head with her entrance. I pulled back, and she glared at me with deep-seated desire. I leaned in, my nose brushing along her cheek.

“Beg,” I murmured. Biting down on her lip, she shook her head. I repeated my movement, slower, this time letting the tip press against her warm and wet entrance, but going no further.

“Last chance, sweet thing. Beg for it.”

“Please.” She hissed through clenched teeth. She was still fighting me, but it was a fight she was slowly losing. I pulled back and dipped only the head inside her.

“Fuck me. Please, Atlas .” She cried out.

Finally, she broke for me, and I gave her what she and I both wanted. I speared her hard and rough, thrusting my cock all the way until she was flush against me. She jerked back on the bed with a moan, gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

I continued to thrust in and out of her at a punishing pace, the pace she loved and craved, the mattress shifting with each rough movement. Between each thrust, I moaned into her ear.

“This is for.”

Thrust.

“Making me.”

Thrust.

“Wait.”

Thrust.

“For. ”

Thrust.

“You.”

Supporting my weight with my left forearm on the bed, I brought my right hand down between us and pressed my thumb into her clit, grounding it into the nerves in circles. She bit down onto my shoulder, moaning loudly into me as I continued to pound into her.

Feeling her begin to tighten, I removed my thumb and began slowing my pace, almost to the point of stopping completely. She gasped and pulled her mouth from my shoulder.

“Don’t… stop.” She panted. She wanted to come; she was ready for it.

“Tell me how badly you want to come, Chyler.” I continued to move slowly in and out of her, rolling my hips when she was fully seated against me.

“Atlas… “ She brought her hands up to my cheeks and looked deep into my eyes. I could see the hazel of hers, the flecks of gold, the dramatic dark ring that enclosed them.

“Make me come so hard I forget who I am without you.” She breathed.

That was all I needed to hear from her; I picked my pace back up, pinching her clit between my fingers, letting her find her release that was clawing at the surface to be let out.

A scream broke through her throat as she dug her nails into my back and clawed at me as she came. I gritted my teeth as I felt her nails break skin. My back was going to look like I was attacked by a feral cat by the end of this, and I loved the thought of it .

“I’m not finished with you yet. I know you’ve got at least one more left in you.”

She shook her head, panting, and let out a chuckle of disbelief.

Pulling out once her grip released me, I flipped her over onto her belly and pulled her up onto her knees, spreading them in front of me and spanking her ass. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her cunt open for me.

Sliding my cock back inside, I gripped her hips with my hands and began pumping in and out of her. I slid one hand up the side of her body to grip her shoulder, giving me a little extra leverage to shove my cock in harder.

She was already sensitive from her first two climaxes, but her third started coming even faster. I brought the hand that was still on her hip to the front of her and began rolling her clit with the tip of my fingers, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

Her breaths shortened, and her moans became louder as her climax began to coil and tighten within her. I could feel her walls beginning to squeeze harder around my cock. I was so close.

When I was right on the edge of coming, I pressed harder into her clit.

“Come for me, sweet thing. Break for me.”

She screamed my name and shattered against my hand and around my cock. I followed within seconds. My balls tightened, and I did one last hard thrust into her with my release, my cock pulsating. I let out a curse with her name on my lips and fell forward, panting into her hair, which I found that I had tangled in my fist at some point.

Letting go of her hair and wrapping that same arm around her waist, I fell sideways with her, holding her against my chest as she finished coming down from her climax. I held on to her tightly, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply.

“You are so fucking perfect,” I panted.

When her breathing evened out, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in my arms.

I wasn’t going to let her go after this.

She was mine.