9. Tatum

Tatum

Chapter nine

He's funny. I mean truly laughable. But I can't tell if he's playing a joke on me or not. All I know is that he's not going to drop the proverbial ball on me that he's kept his virginity this entire time and then get possessive with me, whether we're playing a game or not.

"Not so fast, hot stuff," I quip. I kind of want to drag this out a little longer. I don't know where this little tryst of ours is going but it's fun to live in the moment and see where things take us.

"What?" He looks at me with one of his charming grins. I wonder if he knows how dangerous he looks in the darkness.

"It's your turn now. Truth or dare?" I know that neither of us really cares to focus on the game anymore, having broken the rules already and I can tell he's just as eager to push past this little ruse of ours and get to the part we really want. But I'm hoping he'll entertain me a few minutes longer.

"Dare," he says to me as if it's a threat, his brilliant blue eyes lighting with fire.

This position we've found ourselves in creates so much tension between us. Want and need fighting for attention. Even hearing that he's never had sex before, nothing feels weird or awkward. Given the circumstances as to how we've even ended up in this hotel together, I'd say anything can happen at this point but it's an even crazier thing to say that this feels right.

I lean into him a little, letting my chest graze his, my lips so close that I can feel his breath against my cheek.

"You want me to lie down for you?" I allow my voice to turn husky as I lower my eyes. " I dare you to get on your knees and ask me like a good boy, Atlas." I shock myself at how brazen my request is, but it's liberating to be able to give a command so forbidden, even if it is shadowed behind the fact that it comes from a game of truth or dare.

Atlas smirks against my mouth before stepping away from the end of the bed. My heart races as he bends his knees and moves to drop down to the floor. But before he makes it to the ground—my pride feeling so full at the fact that I might have made him do the unthinkable—he changes his mind and moves in closer.

"I think I'm done playing by the rules tonight," he growls, and he pushes me down by the shoulders so that I'm on my back.

The movement is so swift, it barely registers until my eyes are on the ceiling, knees bent up. He towers over me, holding the back of my knees down to my chest as he keeps his eyes on my adrenaline-induced breathing.

"What are you going to do now?" I taunt him, seeing as we're in this promiscuous position and he's trying to keep his restraint even though he's the one who did this to us.

His eyes roam from my lips, down my jersey-clad chest and down to where my shirt is bunched up slightly above my stomach, exposing my panties.

He moves his hands from the back of my knees to the tops of them, spreading them a little so he can look at me.

"What do you want me to do?" His tone is laced with this playful kind of sin as his eyes stare at my thong covering my pussy.

I am trying everything not to break my composure, feigning nonchalance as if I do this all the time but I don't.

For someone claiming to have never had sex, he sure knows how to turn a girl on, because I can already feel moisture building right underneath the fabric he's eyeing.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," I whisper to him, trying my best not to let him hear the crack in my voice as I strain to look at his cock. I didn't get a good look at it before he threw me down but I know I'm in for a wild ride.

"Tatum, I'm gonna tell you right now…with you looking up at me the way you are, and the position that you so willingly let me put you in, I'd say I'm pretty comfortable doing anything." His tone is like fire to ice, melting all resolve I have into tiny pieces. "As long as it's with you," he adds.

"Anything?" I ask him with a playful look, and he maneuvers my legs so that they wrap around his torso now, making sure I lock him in tightly.

"Anything." He doesn't even allow me a second to think he's playing around with me before he leans all the way down and kisses me hard.

One of his hands still holds my leg at his side, running it up and down from my shin to my thighs as his other hand teases the hem of my top, his fingers tickling my skin.

I grind my hips upward wanting to satisfy the need, greedy to find friction, and when my core makes contact with his dick, he groans into my mouth.

"Fuck, Rival." His tone is guttural, and it does everything to intensify just how much I want this man.

He helps himself to add to the thrust; between the thin layer of my thong and how fucking hard he is, he's already so close to just being inside me.

"Atlas, we don't have to continue this if you don't-"

He cuts me off, pulling himself back so that he's not fully leaning on me and yanks me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, causing my ass to crash into his dick. A sexy smirk paints his face.

"Oh, I fucking want to," he says as he spreads my legs a little wider and ducking down between my legs.

I gasp when I feel his breath skate across my skin, so close to my pussy. I lean up on my elbows a bit to watch him as he plants a few kisses along the inside of my thigh before using his middle finger to pull the thin fabric of my panties away from my body, stretching the thong and causing a small gust of cold air to lap against my heated arousal.

"Jesus, Tatum You're so fucking wet," his hunger laced timbre sets fireworks off inside of me, tingles of pleasure washing all over my skin.

I throw my head back because despite how eager I was to get to this point; I had no idea it would make me feel like this.

Atlas brings his head closer, blowing air into my core and I shudder at how fucking good it feels.

"Atlas," I breathe his name, it lustily falling from my lips.

"Tatum, what if I told you I lied to you about being a virgin, and that I wanted to fuck you right here, right now?" He doesn't look up from his perusal of my pussy, so he doesn't notice when I snap my head in his direction.

"You wouldn't have lied about something like that, would you?" Worry sinks into my gut for a split second.

"No. But would you let me give it to you?" His question has my stomach doing flips, and before I can open my mouth to answer, his mouth is where I need it most.

I reach up to hold the back of my knee up, allowing him more space seeing as he's taking up every inch he can get. His tongue darts out at my clit before he swipes it down to my entrance then back up again.

"Holy shit," I hiss out and Atlas doesn't do anything to relent, not that I want him to.

He repeats that movement a few more times before adding a finger, thrusting in and out perfectly to match the strokes of his tongue.

I wrap my other leg tightly over his shoulder and reach up to grab his hair.

"Hmm, just like that, Rival. Show me how fucking bad you want this." He encourages me to hold tight onto his head, pushing it deeper and deeper into me as he eats me out.

I'm so close to coming, I can feel tremors in my legs. He adds another finger and without warning, I come hard.

"Oh, fuck," I shout out. This makes him lose control as he shatters my resolve, licking me up and thrusting his fingers until the throes of my orgasm have faded away.

Breathing heavily, I let myself go and lay back onto the bed. I feel every inch of his fingers leaving my pussy little by little, loving the little sensitive shakes it gives me.

"You come so fucking pretty, Rival," he tells me as he stands up all the way.

I feel my face heat up, blushing at his dirty compliment.

"Why do you call me Rival?" I decide to ask him because I don't know how else to respond to him.

"Because you cheer for the rival team." His explanation is straightforward, and I smirk to myself.

I finally bring my head back up from the mattress and lift my head. Atlas stands at the end of the bed, at my feet, naked. His muscular body is on full display from his tight abs to his very thick, hard dick. I know my mouth falls open because a chuckle comes from him as he nods up toward the headboard of the bed.

"Up," he commands in a low and raspy voice.

I don't even think twice. I scoot up toward the top of the bed, watching him as he follows behind me.

"Aren't you supposed to hate your rivals?" I ask him, deadpan.

I get myself situated at the top of the bed as he crawls up over me, leaning his body back down on top of mine before dipping his lips to my ear.

"The way I just made you come, did that feel like hate, Tatum?" His whisper is low, it creates a quake in my core. I can already feel myself getting wet again, craving the way he talks to me.

"Well, just so you know, this doesn't make me your biggest fan," I quip. needing to offset the tension floating around in the room.

"Well, just so we're clear. None of the other fans in the world matter more to me than you do right now, Rival. Now, show me just how much you pretend hating on me. Strip." His demand comes in waves of pleasure, feeling so spoiled by the way he's treating me.

I don't think I ever expected to get to where we are right now, but it's fun and exciting and sexy. He doesn't hesitate when he tells me what he wants which makes this that much better.

"Are you sure?" I tease him, batting my eyes at him for effect.

"Don't make me ask twice, Tatum."

I sit up a little further and lift the jersey over my head and toss it over the bed and to the ground. Next, I lay down and lift my hips, guiding my thong down my thighs leisurely, wanting to see him get antsy to strip it all off. But he waits patiently for me, watching every slow inch of my movements.

When I finally get done meeting his request, I let him grab the thong from my ankle and toss it behind him. He nods up at the pillows behind me and I get his hint, positioning my back against them.

"Are you on birth control?" he asks as he positions himself on top of me.

He spreads my legs wide so that he can fit between them. Nerves swarm me and something warm aches in my belly. As much fun as this has been, I want to make absolute sure that he's ready to give up something he's never seemed eager to give up before.

"Atlas, are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, questioning myself and him, which I seem to have done a little bit more with him than I normally do. But there is nothing normal about our situation right now.

"Yes or no, Tatum." He pushes me to answer his question first.

His arms encase me, placed on both sides of my head. He's intimidating this way, but it's sexy as hell.

"Well, yes but…but do you have a condom anyway? I just, I wouldn't want something crazy to happen for your first time." I remember him telling me that he doesn't want to be trapped into some kind of pregnancy and even being on birth control, I really don't think I want him to risk it.

"I'm a virgin, Tatum. I'm not exactly strapped with condoms." There's sarcasm in his tone, but I guess that would make sense.

"Really? Not even just in case you were to run into someone special or maybe you end up meeting the one and-"

"Seems to me like I've already met her, and I still forgot to come prepared." he jests, and butterflies invade my tummy. I know he's just saying that for whatever reason, but it feels nice to have someone say something so sweet.

"I'll be right back." I push him by his chest, and he willingly moves off of me.

Cold air hits my naked body as I walk toward my bag. I pull out the foil wrapper I had stuffed in there and walk back toward the room, but not before I stop to see that the snow is done falling and that means that I'll most likely be able to get out of here by tomorrow.

Something that resembles sadness sinks inside me, but I don't let it fester too much before I join Atlas back in the bed.

"Here, not sure it's big enough but-"

"You walk around with condoms?" His question strikes me as if he's a little jealous. And I smirk to myself knowing how it must look, but I know he's got nothing to worry about.

"Never know if you plan to sleep with a guy and they don't come prepared," I say to him as I toss the foil wrapper at him.

I jump up on the bed and get back into position. But before I can lay down, he grabs me by my neck and pulls me in close, his playful whisper skates against my lips.

"Who's the man whore now?"