Chapter 21

Snuggling into Atticusduring the movie was heavenly. I really couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to the movies. I’d been in foster care for years, and then I’d been too busy fighting to keep my grades up to get into college to have time to go out. Forget about having friends to go with. Once I’d moved in with Derek, he’d never liked taking me anywhere and often avoided it whenever he could. He even limited my control of the TV. The last time I’d been able to use the TV was very early on in our relationship before he’d turned on the password protection. I’d watched Deadpool and Deadpool 2 while he was at work. Derek had yelled at me that night for messing with his watch list. It was the first time I’d been given a glimpse at the real Derek. If only I’d realized the monster he would become.

Shaking myself out of the past, I focused back on the TV. The movie was good, but really it was Ryan that made it worthwhile. I really would watch anything with Ryan Reynolds in it. He could do it all, comedy, action, romance.

As the movie was coming to an end, I breathed Atticus in. I was secure in his arms, protected, like I’d finally had a safe place to land, a place where I fit and could just be myself. I didn’t think I’d ever had that before—somewhere that felt safe and like I belonged, all in one. I’d once thought I’d found that with Derek, but it was never like this, not even in the beginning. I felt like I’d found my home, my heart. Tears sprang to my eyes as the realization hit me.

Atticus was my home, my safe place, and he now held my heart. He was something I’d never thought I would find. Family. How could it be that I’d escaped hell to finally find the thing I’d been looking for all my life? The thing I wanted so desperately for as long as I could remember?

I knew in my heart he would never hurt me.

He was so genuine, smart, funny, and sweet. I wanted nothing more than to be with him, talk, argue, joke, and do everything couples did together, for as long as he would have me. I trusted him. That was a big thing for me. This was unlike any other feeling I’d had. I trusted Atticus wholeheartedly and without question. I cared about him so much. Smiling to myself, I embraced the feeling, finding peace in it.

I didn’t want to think about what was waiting for me on Monday. I needed everything to be okay. I couldn’t let Derek ruin this or my life ever again.

I cuddled closer against Atticus and kissed his neck. I still reveled in the fact that he’d done all this just for me. I’d been nearly breathless at the magical wonderland he’d revealed when he’d let me open my eyes. I couldn’t believe the effort he’d gone to, and knowing he’d roped his brothers in made me giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just thinking about what Lyric had to say about all this romance as he helped you set up.” I waved my hand at the flickering candles as the credits rolled on the screen.

“He was a surprising sap, actually. He’s the one who got all these candles.”

“No way! Really?” I didn’t think Lyric could be serious enough to be romantic like this. “But that’s kind of sweet.”

“Yeah, he’s been different lately. Less shenanigans, showing more responsibility. Showing up to work on time without issue. I’m not sure what changed, but I’m not complaining.”

“Hmm, he has been a little more subdued lately. I haven’t seen him flirt with a customer in weeks.” I moved so I was lying over Atticus’s chest with my chin on my hands over his heart. “Do you think he could’ve met someone?”

Atticus looked at me questioningly as his fingers trailed up my spine. “I don’t know. Lyric tends to flit from person to person, rarely getting serious. If he found someone, I figure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Maybe we could ask Kay. He would know what was up, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah, Seb and I considered that. It might be a good idea to ask.” He stroked his neatly groomed beard. “Enough about my brothers. How are you feeling after our first date?”

With a chuckle, I shifted to hug him. “This has been a perfect first date.” I leaned up on my forearm. “Thank you for surprising me. I think the only thing missing is a first-date kiss.” Gazing into his eyes, I leaned in and brushed my lips against his. He returned the kiss softly, not allowing it to become too heated.

Pressing our foreheads together, he rubbed his nose against mine in a butterfly kiss. “You deserve it all, Bodhi. I care about you and love to see you smile.”

Beaming at him from my place on his chest, I gently moved the hair off his forehead. “Well, I think you succeeded.” I leaned in to kiss him again, shuffling up and over his body so I was straddling him. I deepened the kiss, nipping his full bottom lip, which caused him to gasp and involuntarily buck against me. He quickly reached up and threaded his fingers through my hair as he kissed me back. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he devoured me and sent little frissons of need through my whole body. I rocked against him, needing to feel more of him.

Atticus sat up suddenly, taking me with him as he ate at my mouth in utter starvation. He reached down to pull my T-shirt over my head, throwing it aside, before kissing across my jaw and nuzzling the spot behind my ear that he now knew drove me crazy. Rocking against him, I could feel his erection grow beneath me as mine throbbed in my sweats. I quickly pulled at his Henley, needing to feel his hot skin under my fingertips. He lifted his arms to fling the shirt off. He barely missed a beat and continued kissing down my neck. Moving his hands to my back, he grabbed me hard, pulling me against him so I couldn’t escape as his mouth came back up to eat at my lips.

We moved together, getting lost in each other’s kisses and roaming touches. He moved his hands into the back of my sweatpants so he could grip my ass cheeks, kneading them to guide my movements on his lap. Dipping a finger into my crack, he tapped on my hole, causing me to gasp and thrust back against him.

“Atty, please.” I breathed the words against his mouth. “I need you. I need to feel you.” With my head thrown back, electricity danced across my skin as desire like nothing before settled in my belly. Atticus kissed down my neck and sucked on my Adam’s apple, causing me to groan even more.

Pulling back, his heated gaze caught mine as he ordered, “On your hands and knees. I want to eat you out.”

“Oh My God.” I groaned as I rushed to do as I was told, and I quickly hopped off his lap and onto my knees with my ass up in the air and my face on my forearms, that barely even hurt anymore. Atticus slapped my right cheek, sending a shiver down my spine and causing my cock to harden even more in my boxer briefs.

Yanking down my sweats and boxers as far as they would go, Atty tapped my leg to get me to move so he could take them off. I fell unceremoniously to the side and helped push them down with one hand while Atticus pulled them the rest of the way off, ever careful of my injured foot. I rolled back into position, feeling raw and vulnerable, yet so desired.

“Beautiful,” he said reverently and rubbed his large hands over my ass, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my hole. He leaned down right then and blew hot breath over my hole, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin. “Such a treasure.” He bit my left cheek before kissing over the spot. He rubbed his beard over each of my cheeks, then licked up my taint.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, practically vibrating in place.

“Mmm, what a sight you make. Ass up and here for the taking.” Moaning, he dove back in, laving my rim with his tongue. He licked and nipped before running his beard up and down my crack. The wet, then ticklish sensation was driving me insane. I didn’t know if I wanted to push back into him or move away. He was edging me into bliss. My cock twitched under me, and I reached down to grab it as Atticus knocked my hand away to replace it with his.

Groaning at his touch, I couldn’t help the words that spilled out of my mouth as I bucked up into his fist. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....”

“Hmm, you like my hand on your dick?”

“Yes!” I all but screamed, rocking back against his beard, then into his hand as he edged me with the dual sensations.

He released me then, and I groaned in dismay. He pushed me flat on the mattress and dove between my cheeks, pushing his tongue into my hole. He reached up with his right hand and pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. “Get them nice and wet.”

Moaning wantonly around his fingers, I sucked and slurped like a man possessed. His demanding demeanor turned me on more than I would’ve thought. Pulling his fingers back, he added the tip of one with his tongue to my hole, and I gasped, freezing in place. It had been a long time since I’d had a choice to have something inside me. He paused to let me adjust as he rubbed my lower back.

“You okay?” He waited until I nodded. “Push back against me. Breathe and relax.”

I did as instructed and breathed through the intrusion as he went back to tonguing around my entrance. He was slow and careful while he moved the tip of his finger in and out, and he kept licking and sucking, making sure to tease me before pushing in farther. I finally relaxed around his finger and tongue so he could push all the way in. He twisted his finger inside me to rub my prostate, causing me to cry out.

“Oh my God!” I pushed back against his finger, wanting—no, needing—more. My cock was leaking onto the blankets beneath me as I writhed on his finger.

“More.” I gasped. “I need more Atticus.” I drew out his name as he tapped my P-spot again and again. “I need you to fuck me. I want you in me.”

Atticus froze with his finger in my ass. He leaned over my back and nuzzled my ear. “Are you sure?” he whispered, causing me to shiver under his large frame.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this with you. I want to feel you inside me.” I wriggled, which caused his finger to put pressure on my prostate. “Pleeease,” I whined out in between panting.

Chuckling, Atticus tapped my prostate once more, then removed his finger. “Give me a sec.” He jumped up just then and ran out of the room. I collapsed onto the blankets, feeling empty and needy.

Atticus came rushing back completely naked with a bottle of lube and some condoms. He smiled down at me as I glanced over my shoulder at him, and his gaze heated.

“Roll over. I need to see you.” Atticus gave my hip a gentle nudge.

I flipped over quickly, groaning as my hard cock bounced against my abs with the movement. Atticus settled between my legs. Leaning down to kiss me, he thrust against me, rubbing our hard lengths together. He devoured my mouth until I was breathless. Pulling back, he quickly reached for the lube and slicked up his fingers.

His intense gaze locked on mine as he pushed a slick finger into my hole. I was transfixed by his captivating attention as he added a second finger, carefully stretching me. My cock had softened at the burn of the new intrusion, and Atticus was quick to wrap his large hand around me and stroke, all the while gently stretching me to take him. I could feel the pleasure building again as his slick hand moved up and down in time with his fingers. I tentatively rocked back to meet him as he twisted his fingers to rub over my P-spot.

“Yes, more, I need more.” I panted, heat rolling through me in waves.

He scissored his fingers before adding a third. I pushed back against his hand, loving the burn and stretch. Atticus shifted to kiss me as he pushed his fingers farther in. I moved my good leg around his back to hold him in place as I bucked up against him. I was getting close, and I wanted him in me when I crested.

“Enough. I’m ready. I need you.” I was needy and desperate for all he had to give.

Atticus sat back on his heels as he pulled his fingers out and reached for a condom. I grabbed his wrist, making him look at me. “I want to feel you inside me... all of you.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise at what I was suggesting.

“I’m negative. I got monthly checks while I was with him and made sure I had one just before I left. I trust you, Atticus. I’ve never been able to choose to go bare before and I want it to be with you.” I gazed into his pale green eyes, the pupils fully blown with lust. I wanted to have this first with him. I wanted a part of him to be in me even after we separated.

Moaning, Atticus grabbed the base of his cock as it twitched. “Shit.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve never gone bare. I’m negative, too, and let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve been active. I’ve always preferred emotional connections over one-night stands, and you’ve come to mean more to me than anyone else.” Pausing, he looked down at me, his gaze filled with such adoration that my cheeks heated and my body flushed in response. Holding eye contact, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I breathed out and nodded at the same time. “I want this with you.”

“Fuck.” He dropped the condom to the side. Atticus dove back down and devoured me in a passionate kiss. His hand was in my hair, gripping the strands tightly as he ate at my mouth, drinking down my moans and whimpers while he rocked against me. We got lost in each other, grinding and kissing until we were both on edge.

“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth as precum smeared across my stomach.

Sitting up, Atticus grabbed the lube and coated his thick cock, then mine. He added some more slick to his fingers before rubbing them over my hole. He thrust two inside easily, and then he hooked my legs over his shoulders. He lined himself up and slowly pushed in.

I gasped at the burn and reveled in the stretch as he filled me. We both breathed deeply, overwhelmed by the pleasure of our connection. The heat and pressure were exquisite. I tentatively rocked back against him, causing him to moan as I clenched around him.

“You feel amazing! If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long,” Atticus groaned around the words. He leaned down to kiss me, causing his cock to rock into me farther.

Gasping, I nodded. “Yes... more. I need you... to...move.” I reached for him with my good hand, gripping his side as he slowly withdrew before slamming back in.

“Oh yes, fuck, more. Fuck me,” I rambled as pleasure coiled at the base of my spine. He felt so big inside me, filling me up completely. Tingles raced across my skin as we quickly found our rhythm. I met him thrust for thrust. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough that I was sure I would have bruises. I loved it. He owned me as he shifted his angle, nailing my prostate on his next thrust.

“Oh God, yes!” Writhing beneath him, I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me. I wanted to grab my cock but couldn’t reach it with Atticus leaning over me and kissing down my neck. It was too late. My orgasm rocketed through me suddenly as Atticus hit that magical spot again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m coming.” Moaning, I rocked against him, my head thrown back as I gave in to the pleasure. My cock twitched as I came, untouched. Fuck, yes!

Atticus fucked me through my orgasm, sending frissons of delight throughout my body. He picked up the pace, lifting my ass off the mattress as he slammed into me again and again.

“Fuck, yes!” He growled. His cock swelled, slamming into me one last time as he unloaded inside me. I felt the heat of his release, causing me to moan in return.

Breathing heavily, Atticus collapsed on top of me. I hugged him close as we both came down from the euphoric high.

He was heavy and so much bigger than me, so he couldn’t stay on top for long. I wriggled under him, straining to catch my breath with his weight pinning me down.

“Sorry.” Atticus panted as he rose and shifted to the side, causing his cock to leave my body. His warm cum leaked from my hole. I shivered at the sensation.

“You okay?”

“Amazing,” I answered, my cheeks hurting from how much I was smiling.

He leaned over to kiss me gently as he tucked my sweaty hair behind my ear. “That was incredible. You are incredible.”

I held his palm against my cheek as I looked into his eyes. So many emotions shone in those irises as he gazed down at me like I was precious. I cherished them all.

I was safe.

I was home.

I turned to kiss his palm as the feelings inside me nearly overwhelmed me.

Atticus gently rubbed my cheek. “Let’s get cleaned up.” He kissed me on the lips and helped me up as we made our way to his en suite. I felt closer to Atticus than ever before and hoped he felt the same way.