Chapter 18

18

Atlas

I’m going to fucking kill Colin’s stepbrother.

My fingers are twitching as I stand backstage and watch him bid on Troy, all the shit my stepbro said earlier running loops in my head, and it takes everything inside me not to bid on him myself. I don’t give a fuck how much I’d have to pay because Troy is mine. Well, he shouldn’t be, but he is, at least until we get this shit out of our system.

I’m not sure my dick has ever been as hard as it was when Troy’s mouth met mine, my legs twined around his waist, which was a completely new sensation, especially considering it was a dick rubbing against me and not a hot, wet pussy.

And I liked it.

Too much.

“I knew he’d pull in a lot,” Dixon says from beside me, and for a moment, I consider decking him. I won’t, of course. I’m not that much of a loose cannon, but this whole thing is his fault. If he hadn’t asked for Troy to participate, I wouldn’t want to murder anyone who looks at Troy wrong.

I also wouldn’t have had an excuse to suck his dick, but I’m not concentrating on that truth right now.

“Mm-hmm,” I reply as Ash gets to four hundred and fifty dollars because he thinks that means he’s going to get Troy naked. Fuck that. No one is seeing him naked except me until I decide I’m done with him.

I don’t recognize the other guy trying to win Troy, as my gaze volleys back and forth between him and Ash, from the safety of my hiding spot backstage. I wish I could go out there, but in public events like this, I stay behind the scenes. I don’t want to have to explain how important this is to me to people who wouldn’t understand.

“Five hundred and twenty-five dollars!” Ash says.

The emcee looks from Ash to the other guy, who doesn’t respond.

“Five hundred and twenty-five dollars going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman with the dark-rimmed glasses.”

“Motherfucker,” I grit out, and I can feel Dixon’s frown without having to look at him. “Thought we could get more for him,” I lie because it’s better than telling him I want to fuck my stepbro…or that I want him to test out my holes like he told me he would.

“He’s gone for more than anyone else all night.”

It’s not enough. He’s worth more. He’s mine.

“I have something to do.” I walk away from Dixon and head back to wait for Troy. He’s not supposed to meet up with Ash tonight. Once the payment goes through, Dixon will put Ash and Troy in contact so they can plan their…date.

My muscles tense up at the thought.

I cross my arms and lean against the wall in the hallway, knowing Troy is going to have to pass by me to go back and get changed. It takes him twelve fucking minutes to get there, which is about eleven too long.

“Holy shit! Five hundred and twenty-five bucks! Can you—umpf.” He says the latter as I press him against the wall of the hallway with my body. Troy’s eyes dart around. “What are you doing? Someone might see us.”

Yes, which would be bad, but at the moment, I don’t have it in me to care. “Get your clothes. Keep these on and meet me at my apartment.”

“Right now?” he asks, and I nod.

“Right now. You’re going to finish what you started, T. Don’t stop and talk to anyone. Don’t keep me waiting. You want to shoot at my holes? Get to my apartment.”

I push away from the wall and stalk down the hallway, jealous, frustrated, and confused. But more than any of those things, I’m turned the fuck on. I want Troy, and I’m tired of pretending anything else.

*

There’s a knockat my door less than five minutes after I get home. I’ve been pacing my living room, which is totally unlike me. I school my features before I go to the door to let Troy inside.

“Record time,” I tell him. “You must want my hole real bad.”

“Who’s the one who could hardly wait to get me alone? You didn’t even want me to take the time to change.”

No, no I hadn’t. Bastard. He’s right about that.

“Look who came,” I counter, then grab the front of Troy’s suit, tug him inside, and slam the door behind him. Before he can recover, my mouth crushes his.

“I want you, A. I want every fucking part of you.”

His words play on repeat in my head while we eat at each other’s mouths, act like we’re starving and the only way to survive is to devour each other.

I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body heads straight for my groin. Nothing else is functioning except my dick and my mouth. I nibble Troy’s lips as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. He’s backing me up, directing me to my room, and damned if I’m not letting him.

He tastes like he popped cinnamon gum into his mouth, smells familiar and comfortable, which is a bit of a scary thought. I remember how he said he loves kissing, so I make damn sure to show him he didn’t know what kissing was until he kissed me. I suck his bottom lip, lick into his mouth, let our tongues move together.

When my legs hit the bed, I pull back. Troy leans in again, but I dodge his lips, teasing him. He goes in a second time, and I do the same.

“Goddamn it, A.”

I give him a half-grin. “I got something you want?”

“You know you do. And clearly, I have something you want too since I’m here.”

He has a point and we both know it. “You’ve gotten to sample only one of my holes so far. Why don’t you get on your knees so I can let you have a taste of my cock.”

“Fuck yes.” He immediately starts to go down, but I stop him.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first.” When he tries to help, I swat his hands away. “That’s my job.”

“You’re so fucking bossy.”

I wink. “And you like it.”

I go slowly at first, finishing his buttons, unfastening his cuff links, and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Troy is a little softer than he was when he played football, his abs not quite as defined, but fuck, they’re sexy. I still want to lick them all, kiss him everywhere until he’s writhing and panting beneath me.

“Hurry.” He’s practically bouncing on his toes, and as much as I want to torture him, really, I’m just torturing myself too.

“Shoes off.”

“Oh, now I can help.” He steps out of them while I’m pulling his slacks and underwear down. I follow because it’s fun, his dick right in my face. My mouth waters for another taste, but all I do is kiss the tip, then lick the precum he left behind on my lips. “Oh shit. Suck me.”

“You’re going to suck me, though…then fuck me. Remember all that talk about working me open? You want every part of me—your words, not mine.”

His eyes flash with so much heat, it singes me. “You’re really going to let me fuck you?”

I tremble at the thought, hoping he doesn’t notice. I want it, really fucking bad. Had no clue I’d wanted it before I knew it was a real possibility, but it’s also…well, hell, it’s something up my ass for the first time, and while I won’t deny playing around with a finger on my own, nothing bigger has been there.

Troy is definitely bigger.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we? Take off my clothes.”

He rolls his eyes. There is no doubt in my mind that a no is on the tip of his tongue, but Troy is a smart guy, and he wants to get laid. He isn’t going to do anything to risk this.

Troy drops down in one swift movement, tugging my sweats down with him. Lucky for us both, I’m free-balling it, and there’s no need to worry about a shirt. I’m all about easy access.

He licks his lips, making my stomach do somersaults. “You look pretty on your knees for me.”

“Fuck y—” he starts before looking up at me. He must see from my expression that I’m serious and not giving him shit. The sincerity is surprising even to me, but then…maybe it shouldn’t be.

Sex is much easier to think about than that, so I hold the base of my erection and trace his lips. “Lick it.”

“Atlas.”

“Lick it, T. You know you want to. I’d lick yours for you, suckle the head and get a little precum on my tongue.”

“You want me as much as I want you. You’re dying for it. Dying for me. There’s no other mouth that will treat you better than mine.”

Well, shit. My dick twitches. Who knew Troy had such a dirty mouth? And that I’d be so here for it.

The first lash of his tongue against my crown almost sends me into a tailspin. It’s like every moment, all the shit-talking, bets, arguments, and smiles have been leading up to this.

He does it again, and before I can control myself, I hiss. Troy doesn’t play around, sucking me into his mouth, swallowing around me, deep throating my dick the first time I sink into his mouth.

Shivers run the length of me. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, the room spinning at the feel of his talented mouth and seeing Troy like this for me.

I fall back onto the bed, and he takes advantage, sucking me like his damn life depends on working a load from my balls.

“Fuck…Troy…” So good. Why are you so fucking good?

Like he’s inside my brain, he smiles around my dick, then starts bobbing his head. My skin feels warm, like the sun is shining down right on me. He pushes me back, and I go, Troy signaling for me to lie on the bed with my head on the pillows. He doesn’t take his mouth off me, following the whole way.

The edges of my vision are already blurry, balls aching over what is, in fact, the best BJ I’ve ever had.

A pillow is shoved under my hips, and I don’t have the brain power to even respond.

I groan when Troy’s mouth is gone, and then… “Oh fuck.” Troy works a finger between my ass cheeks, still trying to win the dick-sucking championship. It’s slick, so he must have magically grabbed the lube or sucked his finger before tracing my rim.

“I can’t believe I get your hole. No other guy had it. Just me. It’s so damn tight and pretty.”

I thrust my hips forward, needing more, needing it all. “Open me up. Give me your cock.”

I want it so bad, maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. It’s a scary truth.

“Grab the lube for me,” Troy says, which makes me realize he’d only used saliva to push his finger inside me. The idea of that makes my stomach dance and my skin prickle with excitement.

But now…now he’s going to fuck me, and as much as I want it, nerves start trying to overcome the pleasure in my gut. I reach over, open the drawer, and hand him the lube. He must’ve seen a change in me because he says, “I’ll take care of you, A. I’ll be real good to your hole.”

There’s no doubt in my mind that he will.

Troy opens the bottle, slicks up. He sucks me again, which is just as fan-fucking-tastic as the first time. He pushes his finger inside. It feels just like my own did, a little uncomfortable at first, but knowing it’s Troy makes a rush of pleasure race through me.

“Look at you, taking my finger the way you’re gonna take my cock.”

He fucks me with it. I beg my brain to come up with something witty to say, something sexy to feel like I’m getting some control back, but my brain is just mush.

One finger becomes two, Troy giving it to me, then easing back when my breathing picks up and my dick flexes against my stomach. The stretch isn’t the best at first, but he whispers, “Goddamn, I want you. You’re so fucking hot, A,” and somehow those words release some of the tension inside me.

When he brushes my prostate, I almost jolt off the bed, the pleasure is so intense.

“Fuck me. Christ, I need you to fuck me.” My insides are jittery, my body primed and ready for the orgasm that’s already teasing me.

“Yeah…okay…shit, yeah.” Troy pushes up to his knees and grabs a condom while I lie there waiting for him…fucking craving him.

He suits up, then slicks his cock, his expression softening. “You ready?”

“Get on with it.”

“Atlas…”

“It’s fine, Troy. I want you to fuck me.” He wants to be sure, but I don’t need that. I just want his cock inside me.

He nods, gaze never leaving mine while he pushes my legs up, letting one rest on each of his shoulders, then starts to push in. I immediately tighten up.

“You have to relax. It’s not going to work if you’re so tight. Push out a little.”

Can’t say I’m loving the thought of not knowing what I’m doing when it comes to sex, but I want him, and he’s the expert, so I listen. I try to chill the fuck out, bear down. One of his hands starts stroking my softening erection, which helps.

Troy pushes in slowly. I breathe deeply, focus on him, on how much I want this, if for no reason than to be able to taunt him about how I know mine is the best hole he’s ever had.

“That’s it…look at you taking my dick so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?” I tense slightly, and he adds, “Or maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’ll never be as good a bottom as me.”

My dick stirs, the throbbing picking up. Well, hell. Looks like I enjoy a little shit-talking and competition when it comes to sex too.

“You wish, lil stepbro.”

Pleasure races across my skin. Calling him that shouldn’t be so hot in this moment, but it is.

Troy keeps going, jerking me and pushing inside until he’s buried deep, groin against my ass. There’s burning and stretching and…fuck, I love it. Want more of it.

“You good?”

“Hurry up and fuck me.”

Troy smirks, confidence darkening his brown eyes. He pulls almost all the way out and snaps his hips forward again, and in this moment, I’m hating myself for waiting this long to take what’s mine.