Chapter 13

Atlas

When I open my eyes, I'm on my back staring up at a popcorn ceiling coated in dust. It's hideous and unfamiliar, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. A motel. Pressed up against my hip is a warm body, and I turn my head, and smile.

Ivy.

It took a will of iron to keep from answering the call of gratus, but we spent most of the night talking, learning about one another. Focus on her. She needed it and I supposed I did to, my chest tightening with that warm feeling I have even now. But I have no such resolution this morning, and roll onto my side, gather her still- naked body in my arms, pressing my hardness against her flesh and nibbling her shoulder.

She moans and stretches, her ass pressing up against me.

My dick twitches. "I'm going to fuck you." I skim my hands over her ass, her hip and pull her tighter against my eager length.

"I haven't brushed my teeth," she moans but tilts her hips toward me, offering gorgeous friction.

"I don't give a fuck," I tell her, lining up the head at her entrance and palming both her breasts. "Spread your legs."

"Atlas," she sighs and tips her hips toward me and spreads her legs to give me more access.

With a grunt, I bury myself in her, and she gasps when I do. I roll my hips as her tight warmth grips my cock. "Damn Ivy. Your pussy is fucking heaven."

She moans and spreads her legs wider.

With her tits in my hands for leverage, I thrust into her again and again, achieving an addictive rhythm. "Finger your clit, beautiful. Fuck. You feel too good," I growl into her ear. "I want to watch you come."

Her hand lifts from one of mine and finds that perfect spot between her legs. She sighs, mewls, moans, rocks her hips against my dick thick inside her, seeking that friction that feels so good. I grab her hip to keep her still because I think she's close based on her sounds and she's driving me closer, but I stop her, edging her, edging myself.

"Let me taste it," I say. "Now."

She lifts her finger, turning her head so she can watch. I open my mouth, and she inserts her finger into my mouth. I suck, rolling my tongue over her skin, tasting that perfect pussy. I moan and her eyes jump from my mouth to my eyes.

"Play with your pussy again."

"Why?"

"Because I like it," I say, and pump my hips, driving up into her once more.

She gasps.

"Feel that? Feel how much I like it."

She nods and her hand resumes at her clit, only now she uses her fingers to slide against my cock buried inside her, offering me touch. I'm so fucking turned on. It doesn't take her long before she's crying out. "I'm coming. Oh fuck. Atlas, please. I'm coming."

I roll her onto her belly, pull her hips up, pull out, then slam back into her.

She screams. "Yes! Atlas!"

My name screamed from her lips is my undoing and I lose control, fucking her with abandon to any control I usually have. She's loud, and I fucking love it, and I feel her pussy contract again. "Fuck, Ivy. Fuck. I'm going to come."

"Yes! Yes," she gasps and arches her back and cries out as her cunt tightens like a vice around me and pulses with her orgasm, milking every drop of my cum. And I'm lost, completely ruined, because I know without a doubt, I will never find someone to satisfy me the way Ivy does. It's unnerving considering how in control I usually am, that this person can undo me.

Satiated for the time being, I lay with her, trying to catch my breath.

"Damn, Atlas," she says. "That is a nice way to wake up."

"I've got more where that came from." I smile and give her a squeeze. "I'll wake you up like that every morning."

She tenses.

My smile feels stilted, unsure how to navigate this canyon between us. Our expectations seem to be on opposite sides. What is it? I ask her.

"Just worried about my sister," she says.

Leaving in twenty,Rome's voice echoes through my head.

Ivy slides out of my arms and pads across the room to the bathroom. I want to follow her, but instead look up at that dusty ceiling not sure what to do. The bond is perfect. My body, hers, both tell me so. Why can't I get her head turned toward me?

Then I think of her sister and what we must do today.

Maybe once we've gotten her sister back to Hallowed, then I'll be able to help her see a future in this. I get up and follow her into the bathroom. She's sliding into her black jeans, that pretty, purple bra covering her gorgeous boobs. She looks at me and smiles, though it's shy for some reason, and I want to investigate and manage this divide between us. I wash up and brush my teeth, and as she's shrugging into a shirt, I grab her hips and pull her against me.

She shrieks. "Atlas. We have to go."

"I can't keep my hands off you," I say, shoving them up her shirt and palming her boobs. "When you're near me, all I want to do is touch you, taste you, fuck you." She sighs and I slide my mouth over her exposed neck and cradle her throat in my hand. "I want you to turn you on so hard you'll never leave."

She turns in my arms and looks at me, her green eyes shot with lust, then she goes to her knees and palms my balls. I wasn't exactly expecting that, but I'm not complaining.

"I want to touch you," she says, her hand sliding from my balls, up the base of my cock to the tip. Then her tongue slides over the slit in my head. "I want to taste you."

I suck in a breath and rest my hand on her head. "Fuck Ivy."

"I want to make you feel good," she says, then runs her tongue along the underside of my dick. Her tongue taps against that sweet spot and I moan and grasp the counter on either side of my hips. Then she's taking me in deep, her tongue doing magical things as her mouth sucks. Her hands grip my balls and all these sensations her mouth, her tongue, her hands, her teeth are creating roll up into an explosive device. It doesn't take very long—which is sort of embarrassing. "Oh fuck, Ivy. I'm going to come," I say, trying to warn her. And she doesn't stop, increases her vigor, her second hand wrapping around my cock and pumping in conjunction with her mouth. I come and she swallows. Everything.

What the fuck? I thought my mind was blown with the sex, but now I have a distinct feeling the tables have turned and I'm a fucking addict. For her.

She stands. Smiles. Runs a finger down my cheek to my lips and slides her thumb along my lip, pulling it, controlling me. Then she leans closer, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and turns, leaving the room. "See you outside," she calls.

I'm so fucked.