Chapter Fourteen

Atlas

Holy fuck, she tastes amazing. I could live between these thighs for all eternity and never complain about anything in life ever again. My eyes are watching her reactions to the new sensation of being ate out, it is a fantastic fucking view from here.

I can feel her getting close, I add another finger, curving them just slightly, and rubbing fast while I suck her little clit into my mouth, while flicking my tongue over it rapidly. She moans, and arches her back, lifting her ass from the bed. I quickly wrap my other arm around her tiny waist so she can't move, letting the pleasure run over her body.

I can see the sweat on her hairline, I know she is trying to fight off the feeling, but she wants it at the same time. I release her clit from my mouth and say, "Give it to me, Indya. I want to hear who you belong to when you explode." Instantly, my mouth is over the whole top of her pussy. I can feel my fingers that are inside her, beneath my chin. I remove my fingers wanting to feel her throb against my tongue, just the thought, has my cock pulsing.

My mouth covers her opening, sliding my tongue up and down her slit, then, I stiffen my tongue, inserting it into her warm, wet canal, and I begin to flutter the tip on that special area just inside her entrance. The pulsing of her pussy has me leaking precum all over my briefs. My fingers replace my tongue, pounding into her, fast and hard, wanting her release. I suction her clit with my lips, flicker the tip of my tongue over it a few times, then gently bite down.

"Atlas!" Indya screams, lifting completely off the bed, her scream, music to my ears, and the way she keeps moaning my name is nearly enough to make me shoot my load before getting inside of her.

She grinds against my face as I continue to lightly lick her lips, staying away from her clit, easing her through her first orgasm of the night, and trust me, there will be plenty more before the sun rises.

I need to make her come once more, I need her soaking wet, so I don't hurt her. So that is what I do, before she has come all the way down from her first orgasm. Without warning I suction her entire pussy with my mouth, scraping my teeth over her clit, and she shatters, soaking my entire face. Fuck she is perfect.

I crawl up her body, alternating between licking my lips and kissing her body, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice still husky from how turned on I am.

"I am better than okay. I've never done that before," she says shyly as her already warmed cheeks pinken more.

"We are just getting started, beautiful. I hope you are okay with sleeping in the car tomorrow, because you will not be getting any rest tonight, let alone sleep," I tell her before capturing her lips with mine.

"I can taste myself on you," Indya whispers.

"Do you like it?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

I begin to nibble her neck as her face heats and nods her head yes, ready to slide my cock inside the heat of her body. From the way she felt on my tongue and fingers, I may die when she is wrapped around me.

My body is hovering over hers, trying not to put too much of my weight on her tiny body. I start kissing her mouth, neck, shoulders, then running my tongue across her chest, finding my way to her breasts. I lick and nibble on one while my hand squeezes and caresses the other. Indya is breathing hard and fast, the little sounds she makes, are my undoing, I bet I can get her to come just like this, but I need to be inside her—I don't want to hurt her.

"Atlas, I need more, I want more, please, I need you inside me, now," Indya whimpers.

"I don't want to hurt you, Indy, you are so tiny, I can already tell it is going to be a tight fit," I try to explain, I am enjoying teasing her, but I still want to make sure he is ready for me.

Indya lies on the bed, her knees are lifted and slightly apart, teasing me with what I know is already mine. I move her legs in opposite directions to make room for my huge body.

I left one leg over my shoulder while the other gets wrapped around my waist, she is completely open before me. And what a fucking sight to behold. Her pussy is so wet, she is dripping onto the white cotton sheets.

"If it is too much, tell me to stop, okay? I don't want to hurt you," I tell her again as I am pulling down my briefs.

"Holy fucking shit, how the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me with splitting me into two?" Indya's eyes are wide, and though her appraisal of my dick, perks up my ego, she is right. I am huge, ten thick inches to be exact, and she is super tiny, anyway we do this is going to hurt her until she gets use to my size.

I rub my cock through her wet lips, up and down, up and down. Indya wiggles and moans, so on the next pass downward, I push the tip of my dick into her, then pull out, repeating my motions of up, down, push in a bit, pull out. I do this until my eyes are beginning to cross.

"You ready?" I ask her. "You ready to be mine, in every single way?"

"Oh god, yes, please hurry, Atlas, I can't take it anymore, I need you," she cries, still writhing and moaning, her hips chasing more friction than I allow her. This time on the pass down to her entrance, I push in a little more, I watch as the head of my dick disappears between those luscious lips, stretching her wide.

"Fuck, Indya. Fuck, you are so fucking tight," I say with gritted teeth, trying to keep it together so I don't come like a kid seeing his first pair of tits.

Indya moans, saying things I can't quite make out. Every now and again, she tenses but follows it with a moan, "You feel so good inside of me. More, Atlas, I want all of it."

I push in more, keeping an eye on her face, and her pussy. Watching myself slide in and out of her is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

Each time I press a little harder, giving her a little more of me, she pauses, moans and begins to move her body in time with mine.

"I can't hold back anymore, Indy. I am going to give you the rest all at once, you feel too good, and I want to fuck you, now," I make sure our eyes are connected when I say this. I have been watching her closely, at any hint of pain, I will stop, blue balls or not, I will stop before I hurt her.

"Yeesss," she says in a long, raspy moan. I adjust my weight, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight little circles, and slam the rest of the way in her. Indya screams at the intrusion, while I hold as still as possible, letting her little body adjust to my size. When she starts grinding her clit against my hand, I remove it so she can grind against my pelvis.

I begin moving, starting off with long, slow, strokes, building up to hard and fast, I look down to see us connected and harden further.

The sight before me, is one that will be imbedded in my brain, until way after the afterlife—her clit is swollen, her wetness is all over her thighs, covering her pussy, and the crease where her legs and hips meet. I look at the base of my cock, and realize she has completely soaked me, and I didn't even realize it.

I tilt her hips again, this time grabbing hold, keeping her in that same position again. The head of my dick rubs her g-spot on every pass.

Her breathing gets faster, shallower, her eyes are closed, and head is thrown back, while I am lifting her bottom half into the air, pounding into her hard and fast.

"I want you to come, so give it to me, Indya. Give it all to me. NOW," I yell, feeling her flutter and pulse around my cock is enough to make my eyes cross.

Indya screams as her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice. I can barely move, her quaking walls, her sounds, her, like a domino effect, I follow her over the edge. An animal like growl comes from my body, a sound I don't think I have ever made, but I continue pounding, drawing out our pleasure as long as I can.

When I pull out of her, Indya winces, lying there next to each other catching our breath. When I feel as though I can function again, I grab her in my arms and carry her to the bathroom and sit her on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Indya asks.

"I am taking care of what is mine. You flinched when I pulled out, which means you are swollen and sore, so I will draw a bath, and we can soak. It will feel good, I promise," I inform her.

I saw her pussy when I pulled out, even though she was gripping me so tight, trying to keep me seated inside her, her pussy lips, clit, and entrance were all swollen, red, luscious, looking like my favorite meal, but sore, nonetheless.

I start the water, making sure the temperature is not too hot or too cool, just warm enough to relax, and cool enough we won't be sweating from sitting in here. I find some lavender bath oil on the counter and pour it into the running water.

Once the tub is filled, I pick her up from the counter and sit her down toward the front of the clawfoot tub.

"Scoot up a little, I am going to sit behind you, and hold you, until our bodies are all pruny-like," I tell her. She moves forward and I climb in, each of my legs at her sides, I wrap my hand around her and pull her to me.

"There we are, so good. You feel so good in my arms. Technically you feel good everywhere, but there is something to be said about just sitting here, holding you, seeing your face in the after-sex haze. You truly are stunning, Indy," I tell her, I am being honest, she really is stunning.

She hums, relaxing her body, her back to my front. As we are sitting in a comfortable silence, I begin to think of the things she told me earlier. How could no one notice a teenager, who is still a child, being sexually abused. I would think that she would have acted differently, when he was near her, or even her personality changing, making her more introverted and quieter.

I guess I don't really have any knowledge to say what should or could have happened, or why or why not. She is such a joy to be around, I wonder if she has been to therapy. I know that people who have had trauma in their lives usually go to therapy to help them through everything.

I'm not saying going to therapy will make you forget it ever happened, I just mean, just having a safe place and person to talk to could help someone deal with the emotions of carrying it around.

She speaks as if she really never had friends, aside from her foster siblings and Amara. My heart breaks for her younger self. To be seven years old, and your life change so drastically, unbelievable. She has to be one of the strongest women I know.

All I know, if I ever see that cock-sucking piece of shit anywhere near her or Haven, I am going to remove him from this planet. The prison sentence will be well worth seeing him get what he deserves. Baseball is no longer the most important thing in my life. I have two girls I need to protect, nothing or no one will get in my way.

After we have soaked for a while, we made love in the shower, at her request, then I led her back to the room I was staying in where I took her on the love seat, wall, dresser, bed, and window. We are both exhausted, yet satisfied. Well, not completely satisfied, I would take her again if she asked.

"Indy, you still awake?" I whisper. If she is asleep, I don't want to wake up, but I have been thinking about this since she decided to come to the game and stay with me for three days.

The blackout curtains in my room block all the morning rays, I check the clock next to my bed and it shows 4:17 a.m. I'm sure if I open the heavy curtains the sunrise will just be beginning to crest.

"I really don't think I can go again, Atlas. As much as I want to, I am really sore, a good sore, a delicious sore, but still sore," she giggles, her voice heavy with sleep.

I shouldn't have kept her up so late. I should have known better. She's a mother, for fuck's sake! I need to start thinking like a parent too if I truly want to be a part of her and Haven's lives. This isn't just about me anymore; it's about them, and I need to step up.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't get enough of you, but that isn't why I asked if you were awake." I take a deep breath, hoping she doesn't turn me down. "I was wondering, if you, Haven, and Amara would like to go somewhere with me before the game in Minneapolis, before we part ways?"

"Of course, I would follow you anywhere," Indya says dreamily. "Where are you wanting to take us? Is it just going to be the four of us, or is some other players coming along? Not that I mind, they all seem great, I just need to give Amara and Haven a heads up if we are going to be surrounded by people, especially men, for the better part of the evening."

She sounded almost nervous to give me those thoughts she let spill from her lips. I do my damnedest to make that fear of hers disappear real quick.

"I would never put any of you in danger. But yes, Zander is the one that mentioned taking Haven, he said even though he doesn't know her, and she has only met him for five minutes in the locker room, she has him wrapped around his finger. Actually, now that I think about, she has brought the whole damn team, coaches included, to their knees, willing to bend over backwards for her," laughing at the thought of these big burly men, bending at the helm of a curly haired four-year-old girl.

"Okay, where is this destination Zander believes my little girl would love?" She is sitting up on the bed now, her eyes sparkling with joy, glad to hear her daughter has the power to rule these famous athletes' lives, with one flick of her tiny wrist.

"Zander was looking for things to do as a team, like he always does when we come to a city that is not our own. He came across a place called Butterfly House and Aquarium in Sioux Falls, and when he read about it, his mind went straight to Haven. We would have to fly there from Minneapolis, that way we get more time exploring rather than sitting in the car on our only free day we have on the away trip," I laugh, shaking my head.

Zander has never connected to a child like that before. He holds them, signs their merchandise, takes pictures, or chats with them for a while, but never anything like this. He rented a private plane to take us there and bring us back, because he was determined for Haven to experience this.

Indya grabs her phone, immediately looking at the website. She looks up to me with the biggest smile I have seen cross her face. "Atlas, Haven is going to be absolutely thrilled. She is going to feel like a real-life princess here," she coos.

Indya ends up falling asleep not long after doing some more research on Butterfly House and Aquarium. I'm glad she is excited and says Haven and Amara will be thrilled to experience everything the place has to offer. I slip out of bed and head to the shower before waking Indya up, to let her know I have to meet the team in the locker room, soon.

She gets up, collects all her things, smile still gracing her face. I stop in front of her suite door, blocking her in, she is caught between the door and my body, not able to escape. I lean toward her, tucking a strand of hair that has fallen from her bun, behind her ear.

"Thank you for last night. Not just for the amazing sex, or the cuddles, or the baths and showers. Thank you for trusting me and loving me enough to let me in completely. I want to know not only your body, but also your mind and soul as well. I just wanted to say thank you for giving me some of the burden to bear, I don't like that you were carrying all that on your own," I whisper in her ear.

The next thing I know the door is swinging open and thank fuck for my fast reflexes because I grab Indya's waist and twist, we both fall through the door, thankfully, I landed first and softened the fall for Indya.

Indya rolls off of me, and we are both lying on the floor, almost in shock that this happened, while a pair of gray eyes and a pair of blue eyes, stare down at us, like we did something wrong.

"Amara?" Indya says her name like a question, she wants to know, what the hell she did that for, but Amara just stares at her, mouth agape.

I turn my head, and I don't see Haven standing there any longer. Suddenly, little arms pop up and begin signing to me, while lying next to me on the floor.

Pancakes?

I don't want to tell her I don't have time to eat breakfast with her, because I do want to have breakfast with my little princess. I frown, looking back at her.

Can't. Work. Game today. Drive.

Haven takes on my frown, then as she has either remembered something amazing or thought of a brilliant plan, her hands shoot up and she is going faster than I have ever seen her sign. I have no clue what she is saying to me because her hands are going so fast. I turn to look at Indya and Amara, they are watching her, you can see the love these three have for each other. Every time Haven learns something new or becomes more fluent with her signs, pride beams from each of their eyes.

Then Amara speaks, "Haven said that it is okay that you have to miss breakfast this morning, we will have plenty of breakfasts in the future together. Maybe you could take her on a date, and then get ice cream some time, because she has a lot of things she needs to talk to you about. But it has to be you she talks to, and alone, so no one else can hear what you guys are talking about. Because this is what best friends do, have lunch, eat ice cream, ask questions, and whisper secrets to each other that no one can know about. Not even mama or Aunt Mar."

My eyes are wide, I am about to ask Indya if those are the words that Haven used, but when I look at her face, they are glistening, as if they are wet with tears. So instead of making things worse for her, I turn to Haven to respond.

Good thinking, princess. You mama set it up? Yes?

The women to the left of me giggle, but I ignore them. I know I am getting better with my signs; I can feel how fluid I feel when doing them. I just need to learn and practice the sentences, then I will be signing just as fast as Haven. I look back at Haven, she gives a short nod, then jumps into my arms.

I leave the suite a little heartbroken, to meet with the team and coaches before we pack up and head to Minnesota for the game tomorrow. I think this is the first time since I was five years old that I didn't want to play baseball. I wanted to stay with Haven and Indya. Even Amara.