Chapter 19

19

Troy

Those green eyes are all lust and need. Never figured Atlas would be this hungry for my cock.

Like…at all, obviously, but now he’s begging me to give it to him.

And damn, my needy Atlas is good at taking me.

His ass is firm and tight, gripping my shaft as I push in and pull out, broad thrusts so I can train him to take my girth. As impatient as he is, I’m mindful because I want to wreck him, but only in all the right ways.

With another thrust, his head and eyes roll back, his lips tugging into a smile—and not the sort he usually makes when he’s being clever or sneaky. This is a smile he can’t control, and I love seeing my Atlas out of control.

“Fuck, Troy,” he says in a breath.

My name again. Excitement pulses through me. I never thought twice about him saying my name, but it’s like a different word when we’re messing around. It urges me on as I wrap my hands under his thighs, gripping them before giving him what he’s been needing. The mattress shakes, his headboard slapping against the wall.

“That’s more like it,” he says. “Faster.”

“You’re really trying to act like a pro here.”

“Told you I’m a fast learner.”

If Atlas wants it, Atlas gets it, and I can tell his body is relaxing. He’s ready, so I lean back, keeping his thighs firmly in my grasp, pounding him, running drills on his ass like I’m in some kind of fucking boot camp.

I have to take a breath at one point, and he says, “Already wearing you out?”

I grit my teeth. “Fuck, you’re an ass.” But why do I love that about him right now? Why is it so fucking exciting? “Time to show you who’s the pro here.” I take his right leg and raise it, angling him on his side. As much as I’m trying to show him, he’s quick to adjust to the position, rolling with me as I pull his leg against my chest so that he’s on his side, my cock disappearing into him as I keep fucking away. The way he twists about, his eyes closed, his mouth gaping, precum dripping from the head of his cock, I know this is a good angle.

“There, there, there,” he says.

“Can’t be so smart and clever when it feels that good, can you?”

He can’t even close his mouth to make an expression for a few moments, before he finally manages a, “Go fuck yourself.”

“Maybe when I’m finished with you.”

I wait for a witty reply, but he’s too far gone.

“God, you precome a lot,” I say, and I feel my dick pulse as I get even harder, something I didn’t think possible.

Keeping his leg against my chest with one hand, I use my other to rub over his cock and wipe the head with my thumb before feeding it to myself.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do you taste so fucking good?” I whisper as I continue fucking him. There’s a determination in my stride, like my body just wants to fill up his hole. But tonight isn’t about me. This is all about Atlas’s first time.

Okay, maybe a little about me too.

My breaths are shaky. I wipe the back of my hand across some sweat that’s collected on my forehead.

As another bead of precum drips from his cock, he starts to reach for his dick, but I snatch his wrist. “Uh-uh. What did I tell you? I’m gonna make you come without touching yourself.”

“Fuck, Troy, it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know that I can not touch it.”

I smirk.

“God, you must be loving this right now,” he says, shooting me a glare.

“You have no idea.” I push balls-deep into him, and his back arches just slightly more.

But I’m not going to torture him too much longer.

“Here, roll over a little more, onto your knees.” I lower his leg, and he really is a pro because he tucks his left leg in and allows me to use his right to roll him off the pillow, and soon he’s in position.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” I have to ask, which earns me a chuckle.

“Bet you can’t bottom like this.”

“You should try me sometime.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

I rarely bottom, but now that I’ve seen his cock…fuck, I wanna try it on for size.

I rest my hand on the small of his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft flesh, admiring the shape of his ass, the way it bounces as I continue to thrust.

I could get used to this.

I lean down so my chest is flush with his back, pushing deep into him as I push my face up against his, kissing. His scent is so much stronger since we’ve been working up a sweat. I fucking love it. As I thrust, he groans, and I reach around and grab his cock, checking the head to find he’s leaking precum like crazy.

“Yes, this’ll do it.”

“Do what?” he asks.

I snicker. “Trust me, A.”

I lean back, keeping my arm tight around him, propping him back with me so his ass is snug against my hips, his shoulder blades against my chest.

“Can’t believe I’m the first who gets to fuck this tight ass. Like you saved it just for me.” I rock back and forth, my cock steadily sliding up into him.

“How does that feel?” I ask him.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. There’s something almost sinister to it. Knowing how turned on he is…that I’m the one doing it to him…it makes me feel like a god.

And like Atlas is mine. All mine.

I pick up speed, my body prickling with sensation as the pressure builds.

“T, I know you said you’d make me come, but I need to touch it.”

“No,” I insist.

“I don’t think I can help it.”

I move closer to him, my face by his ear as I lock both arms around his chest.

“Take my arm. Grab on and hold on.”

He grips one of my arms with both hands. God, I love him bending to my will like this. In a way I probably shouldn’t. Just like I shouldn’t want to mark him. Or be so proud of being the first guy in his tight hole.

As I continue working my cock in him, the death grip his ass has on me reassures me I must be hitting him just right. I inhale deeply, devouring his smell as I bite into his shoulder.

“I really don’t think I can,” Atlas says.

“Well, if you need to chicken out.”

He turns to me, his face tense, and I see renewed determination, but also, he knows what I just fucking did.

He bites his lip, and I speed up, his body vibrating against me as I cling to him and he continues holding my arm for support.

I lean close to his lips and whisper, “Now you see how mean it is to edge somebody,” I tease.

His adorable smirk overtakes his face. “Look who’s being mean now.”

“Had to get you back, but I promise it’ll be worth it,” I say against his ear as we move in sync. His ass meets my thrusts, and I can feel his body desperately trying to get to release, urging him along.

“Are you ready for me to show you, A?”

“Please, Troy.”

The pressure’s mounting too fast, my balls tightening against me, but like hell I’m coming before he does.

He turns away and starts to groan.

“Don’t look away. I want to see your face,” I say, almost like I’m fucking mad he might deprive me of it. As his body vibrates against me, once again, my little rebel submits to me, turning so I can see his open mouth and wide gaze as he calls out, “Troy, fuck, Troy, fuck, Troy.”

Troy, Troy, Troy…I can’t hear it enough.

His ass grips me nearly as tight as his hands on my arm, like its refusing to let my dick stop hitting that sweet spot. With the arm he isn’t gripping, I reach down and feel his cock shooting his release.

Satisfaction ripples through me as I take his lips. They’re my reward for his intense orgasm, and he gives it freely as he falls into twitches and spasms against me.

My cock is buried in him, keeping still because I’m too close, and I want to save this.

The tension we’d been holding each other in relaxes as he settles into our kisses.

I steadily pull out of him, and say, “Lie down. I want to mark you.”

Atlas doesn’t waste a moment, lying back, tucking a pillow behind his head. I’m so close, I’m worried just taking the condom off is gonna make me shoot, but I’m relieved that I’m able to keep my cool as I crawl between his legs.

I lean over him, kissing him again as I stroke my cock, his cum that I captured in my hand working as extra lubricant. And I have to admit, as much as I want to mark him with my cum, I love being marked with his.

Atlas puts his hands on my face as it rips right through me.

Finally.

Sweet fucking release.

I unleash a war cry as I lean back and watch my cum pour over him in two spurts, landing on his stomach, a bit pooling in his navel.

“You look so beautiful in my cum,” I admit.

When did I start talking like this?

He beams as I collapse beside him, catching my breath. As I rest my hand on his torso, he turns to me.

“Well, I guess you weren’t all talk after all,” he teases, making me chuckle.

“Neither were you apparently.”

“I’m never all talk.”

There’s my Atlas. I roll my eyes as I move closer to him, my hand drifting down to the pool of cum on his belly.

“You like that you marked me?” he asks.

I nod as I rub the mess against his flesh, broadening it, like a painter spreading color across a canvas. I continue massaging my cum against him, then run my finger across some and start on a T beside the pool.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Writing my name.” He doesn’t say anything as I take my time crossing the T, then move on to the R…O…savoring that last bit of the Y that finishes just under his pec.

I admire my masterpiece. For some reason, it quiets my mind. Sets me at ease like all is suddenly right in the world.

I glance at his face to see what he thinks of my perverted artistry, and he looks…pleased?

“And people think I’m the bad boy,” he says, which makes me grin.

“I’m not usually like this.”

He cocks a brow. “Just with me?”

“Yes,” I confess.

Sure, I’m adventurous, but this was a whole other level. I don’t know where any of this stuff is coming from…or how he does what he does to me.

I’m waiting for him to give me hell, but he just keeps staring at me.

“I like that,” he says, giving an ear-to-ear grin.

My cheeks warm, and I take his mouth once again. God, those lips feel good, and the way his tongue teases mine just right, and this rhythm we so effortlessly fall into.

When we pull away again, his expression is more serious, as if he’s just realized what we’ve done and what a shit idea it is.

“What?” I ask quickly.

He looks to the sheets.

Fuck. Don’t say you regret this. Don’t say we did something wrong. I can’t live thinking we won’t have this again.

“So…Ash Ketchum winning you tonight…”

My head’s spinning. After what we did, I’d nearly forgotten about the auction, but I’m so relieved it’s not what I feared. “Yeah?”

“I get it, and I’m happy he gave all that money to charity, but…”

Again, he hesitates.

“I don’t want him touching you,” he finally spits out.

“Huh?”

“He doesn’t get to touch you. Not while we’re fucking around. When we’re doing this, you’re just mine.”

I’m surprised by how stoic his expression is, but I love hearing him say I’m just his, especially if that means he’s mine and that this isn’t the last time he’ll use my body.

“I agree. I don’t want you fucking around with anyone else either. Don’t want to have to key some girl’s car because you’re messing around with them.”

The tension in his brow relaxes, but only a little. “So you won’t be fucking him or kissing him…or touching him?”

“I have no interest in Ash.” I want to do everything I can to reassure him.

A part of me wonders if this might have to do with his dad’s betrayal.

“But he likes you. That’s why he coughed up that money. I don’t like the idea of him ogling you all night. And the thought of you doing what we just did with him…” His jaw tightens.

The only time I’ve ever seen him this worked up was when I thought we were gonna get into fistfights.

“Are you really jealous?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry I brought it up.” He’s about to hop out of bed, but before he has a chance, I hook my arm around him.

“No, no, I think it’s sexy.”

He avoids looking at me for a moment, but when he does, his expression relaxes. I give him another kiss, and just like that, he simply rolls on top of me and pins me down.

Like he wants me to be all his.

My sexy, intriguing, greedy Atlas.