11. Tatum

Tatum

Chapter eleven

"What are you thinking about over there?"

Atlas' voice speaks up from behind me where he finally steps out of the shower. I have my back to him as I sit on the other side of the room from him, but I can see his reflection in the window as I look out at the blanket of snow layering the town.

I turn my head over my shoulder just enough to give him a little smirk.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I tell him. I go back to watching him in the reflection, he's scrubbing a towel over his face and chest to dry off the water. He's now wearing a new pair of shorts and I changed back into the jersey he lent me.

"No, no, no. You're not gonna shut me out now, Rival." Atlas recognizes my stubbornness, something that not a lot of people care to put up with. He walks over to where I'm sitting in front of the window and drops down to his haunches behind me.

Atlas rubs my shoulders with his hands, his touch feels incredible even after having his hands all over my body just moments before.

"Talk to me, Tatum. What's on your mind?"

I let out a sigh of surrender and turn around to face him.

"Was this…okay?" I ask him. I know we're both grown adults and I know he consented to what had happened but part of me feels a little guilty for it.

"Tatum, are you serious?" He searches my eyes as I nod my head, probably looking a little bit sadder than I intended to.

Atlas stands up and reaches his hands out for mine. I grab onto them and allow him to pull me up. He walks me over into the living room, taking our flashlight with us—the power is still out—and he seats us on the couch.

Scratch that, he sits on the couch, he directs me to straddle his lap.

I lay my arms on his shoulders and hold the back of his neck as he holds me by the small of my back.

"Everything we did was more than okay. I don't want you doubting that anymore." His words are strung with so much reassurance and confidence that it calms me down just a little.

"I worried that-"

"No. None of that." He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, a kiss that I return and find myself needing like it's the air in my lungs.

When he pulls away, I feel a slight loss. Missing him the further he falls back into the couch.

"Tatum, I will never forget nor regret anything we did tonight. I've lived a life full of control and discipline. And yes, that is by choice. Having you here was not an expected move tonight, but I honestly can't imagine having spent these last few hours with anyone else. It was spontaneous and exciting. And a lot less lonely." His confession does the right things to me. It makes me feel better about our little tryst. It makes me feel special.

"That help you ease your mind?" he asks, and I answer him by leaning in and trailing kisses from the edge of his jaw and down to his neck.

"You're a good teacher," he tells me as I press my lips against his skin.

"Boy, don't act like you didn't know what you were doing," I say and we both laugh before I get back to the path of kisses I plan to leave on his body.

I love the way he strains his neck sideways a bit more to allow me more surface to cover, his grip is getting rougher as I use my teeth to gently bite his flesh and then smooth it over with my tongue.

He groans when I work my way down his chest, going lower and lower with my kisses and sprinkling in the added touch of my teeth and tongue.

"Tatum," he breathes out and I love the way his voice lowers with lust.

"Can I?" I tug at the hem of his shorts, all of my worries out the window.

He gives me a little look of concern, something troubling mixing in his eyes.

"You know, you'll be able to go home tomorrow?" he asks me, and I try my hardest not to think about it.

I am excited to be able to get home, because who would have thought I'd be trapped here during a once in a lifetime snowstorm? But I also dread the thought. I've had a really good time with Atlas, and I don't really know if I want it to end.

"Have you ever had a blow job, Atlas?" I decide to ignore his question and go back to my agenda.

His chuckles so abruptly at my question, it comes out as a cough, and I can see him start to blush.

"Yes, Rival. I've had my dick sucked," he states back to me.

"Do you remember what it felt like?" I ask, fingers still teasing his hemline, eager to get his shorts off.

"Hardly." His response is short and causes both of us to smile up at each other. I slide all the way down to the floor in front of him, on my knees.

I tug at the shorts he's wearing, and he gives me a devious smirk.

"Well, then. Let me give you something to remember, Atlas."

He helps me get his pants off and I slide in between his legs. His cock is already so hard for me, and I love the way it barely fits in my hand.

He leans back into the couch as I take his length and starting at the base, I stroke him slowly and gently.

"Fuck," he mutters and I already feel so good about giving him this. "What did I do to deserve all this, huh Tatum?" I paint a grin on my face as I listen to him praise me, still keeping my tempo slow.

"Oh, you didn't know? You're royalty, Mr. King," I quip and before I let him get another word out, I lean in and spit on the tip of dick.

"Jesus." His groan comes out husky and it makes my pussy throb just watching him enjoy what I'm doing to him.

I move my hand up the tip of his cock to gather the liquid—a mix of my spit and his precum—and start to quicken my pace. I lift myself up a little higher on my knees so that I can angle myself to take him in my mouth.

"Atlas." I call his name in a demand for his attention. I continue the movements of my hand while I hold intense eye contact with him. "When you're ready, don't hold back. I want to take all of you in my mouth, okay? All of you."

The look in his eyes turns from surprise to feral in a matter of seconds. I reach to grab one of his hands and direct it to the back of my head.

"To control how deep you want me," I tell him and I don't waste a second longer getting to work.

I lean down to pull the tip of Atlas' cock into my mouth. I match the movement of my mouth with that of my hand, pulling and sucking in tandem.

I move in slow strokes, then fast strokes, changing the pace while I let him stretch my mouth with his dick.

"You are so fucking pretty on your knees like this, Tatum." His compliment sets a chain reaction of sparklers igniting in my core. Every tingle of pleasure I feel from the way he praises is more intense than the last.

I encourage him to take control of the blow job, by signaling him to either thrust up or push my head down. He's so hungry for this that he ends up doing both.

I can feel the pulse of his dick in my hands as I slide over every inch with my tongue.

"Fuck, Tatum. Give me your lips, baby." He yanks my head off his cock and leans down, crashing his mouth onto mine.

I feel as though it was a distraction from him about to come, but I don't complain that he just gave my mouth a break from his length and girth.

He kisses me fiercely, my hand still massaging his dick up and down. His groans in my mouth are enough to make me come with no help but I hold back, wanting to make this about him and him only.

Finally, he lets go of our kiss and before I return my mouth to between his legs, I say, "In my mouth, got it?" And his eyes run wild with fire as I lean back down.

I kiss the top of his tip, swirling my tongue along the spot that spills a little drop of precum for me. Then I go back to sucking him off. This time, with so much sloppiness and force that I feel him close to coming almost instantly.

"Shit," he hisses as I use my hand and mouth to get him off.

He grips the back of my head and forces my mouth deeper, hitting the back of my throat so fast and so hard that tears leave the corners of my eyes.

I start to gag on him right as he groans.

"Fuck, Tatum. I'm gonna paint the inside of your pretty mouth. You ready?"

I nod a sloppy yes as my mouth covers his cock and just on cue, his cum bursts into my mouth in hot, salty jets.

The warm liquid shoots to the back of my tongue as I slow down my thrusts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, making me feel so fucking proud of the job I've done.

I swallow what he gave me, give him two more slow pumps for good measure, then allow myself to fall back on my shins.

"Tatum," he whispers my name.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Atlas is spent, slumped against the back of the couch.

I go to stand up but he pulls me back down to his lap instead.

I straddle him, feeling his cock soften under me but the girth of him is still very prevalent.

He runs his hands up my body and underneath the jersey to grip my breasts.

"Fuck, baby. You did that so well." His eyes are sated, his cheeks are red. And as he caresses my breasts, I can't help but grow wet on top of him.

"I know we're separating tomorrow," I start the dreadful talk. "I know you're flying back home, and I am driving back to my place. But I wanted to say thank you fo-"

"Come with me." Atlas holds up a finger to my lips, stopping me from attempting to thank him for the time we've spent.

But his statement shocks me, renders me speechless.

"Are you insane?" I ask him, his fingers still exploring my breasts and playing with my nipples.

"Yes." He grins.

Finally, he removes his hands from under my shirt and uses one to cup the side of my face.

"It's either that or lose you. Lose this. And I'm not ready to let you walk away yet." I can see the fear of loss swim in his eyes. Though, I know he won't be heartbroken if I stay. He'll just feel like he's missing out on something, and honestly, I feel that too.

"I don't know." I share my hesitations with him. "That sounds kind of serious. Where would I stay? How would your away games work?"

"It doesn't have to be serious right away. But you can stay with me, I have enough space. And you can travel with me. Seriously, I'll pay for everything, not that I believe you'd need me to. But this life gets really lonely, Tatum. I don't mean to throw you off your axis here," he leans up to kiss me, "but you've kind of already thrown me off mine."

I brush his blond hair out of his face, watching his eyes as he looks at me like I'm the only girl in the world.

I know my dad might have a little bit of an issue with my spontaneous decision, but other than that, there's no other reason why I shouldn't go.

I'm a social media influencer, I can do that anywhere. And Atlas is offering me to stay with him. And if we decide the relationship isn't working anymore, maybe I'll just travel somewhere else. It'll give me a chance to see more of the states anyway. I'll get to travel with Atlas for games and it would provide for some really great content.

I'll also get to be with him, the idea is exhilarating.

"You know, after tonight, I might just be your biggest fan." I smile at him sweetly, feeling so grateful for the time that we've shared.

"Oh, really now?" He moves to tickle me, feathering his fingertips over my sides and then over to my back.

I laugh against him as he attacks me playfully.

"Yeah, but I'm keeping the Saints jersey," I say to him as we come back down from the fits of laughter.

"Now why would I le-"

"I wanna go with you." I interrupt him, reaching up to clasp his face between my palms.

"You do?" He perks up slightly and I can see excitement light up in his eyes.

"I do."

"Fuck, yeah!" He lifts us up off the couch, holding me by my ass as I wrap my legs around his torso.

He walks us over to the bedroom, kissing me the entire time.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my smile from ear to ear.

He lays me down on the bed and focuses his eyes on my own.

"I'm gonna reward you for your good behavior. Now spread those legs for me, Rival. Let me have a taste of what's mine."