Chapter 24

24

Atlas

Itell myself I’m doing this to get back at Glen, that I’m fucking my stepbrother in their home with them downstairs because I hope they catch us and it scandalizes them. I want to give him a reason to throw me out and never talk to me again because then I won’t be disappointing Mom. It will be Glen who made the decision, Glen who did us wrong again, but the truth is, that’s not why I’m going to fuck Troy right here and now.

It has nothing to do with anyone but him and me.

I want him.

Maybe I’ve always wanted him.

He’s like this need inside me I can’t ever fulfill, this hunger I can never sate. I’ll take and take and take, anything he’s willing to give me, and it will never ever be enough.

“I’ll take care of you, naughty boy. I’ll treat your hole real good,” I say, pulling myself back into the moment with him, not wanting to get lost in my head, in the intense things he makes me feel. I just want to pleasure him. Show him with my body how much he means to me.

“Fuck, Atlas.”

I lean up, straddling his thighs. “Sit up,” I order, and Troy obeys.

“Good boy,” I say teasingly, but it’s also sexy as fuck. I tug his shirt off, and then Troy does the same with mine. He’s so hot, his flat, pink nipples and muscular chest. Love his happy trail and want to feel it against my cheek, just stare at him all day and maybe the next and the next.

I push him down to his back, kiss my way down his throat, chest, stomach, then do what I thought about and rub my cheek against the hair there. When he threads his fingers through my hair, I keep going, not stopping until I hit the band of his jeans.

“Is this for me?” I rub the bulge beneath his fly.

“All yours.”

Those words make me dizzy, my emotions shooting around like a pinball. It’s not a bad thing at all. I want the journey to continue until all the emotions land in my chest and stay there.

All yours.

I want Troy to be all mine.

“Yes,” I say simply, then open his jeans and tug them and his underwear down his thighs, not taking my eyes away as his mouthwatering cock bursts free. “Fuck, this is so pretty.” I lick from his balls to his tip, looking up at him. Troy’s eyes stay firmly on me, emotion swirling in them that I don’t understand. Or maybe I do and I’m afraid to let myself admit it. This is a lot, so much more than I ever expected.

I climb off him so I can tug his shoes off, then toss those and his clothes to the floor. I rip mine off too, trying to relieve the pressure on my throbbing cock from the restricting clothes.

Troy reaches out, wraps his hand around my dick, and gives me a slow stroke. “You gonna give me this?” The simple contact nearly makes my eyes roll back. Everything Troy does to me feels so much better than any sexual encounter I’ve ever experienced.

“Yes. But you need to roll over so I can work on the first of those three S’s you mentioned.”

“You’re going to eat my ass in our parents’ house?”

“Why do you sound so scandalized? It’s not as if that’s worse than fucking you. This was your idea, remember?”

“Best one I’ve ever had.” Troy winks, then rolls over, and somehow, all that pain and anger I was feeling earlier is just gone. Or at least, it went back into hiding. How does he do that? No one else makes me feel better the way Troy does.

“Jesus, that ass.” I run my hand over the globes, watching goose bumps follow in my wake. He’s got a tight bubble butt I’ve noticed way too many times, one I can’t wait to bury my face in and never come up for air.

I climb back on the bed and settle between his thighs. Using my hands, I spread his ass cheeks, seeing his tight, pink hole waiting for me.

I lick my lips. My body thrums with eagerness. He is hands down the sexiest thing I have ever seen. “Fuck, Troy. I can’t believe you’re gonna let me inside here. I can’t wait to taste you.” I circle his rim with my finger, and he arches.

“Give it to me. I want your tongue.”

“My naughty boy can’t wait,” I counter, but the truth is, I can’t either.

So I don’t.

I bury my face in his ass, licking at his hole. His hair was wet when he picked me up, and he still tastes like the shower he had not long ago, but also like sex and…fuck, like Troy. I don’t know how to explain it other than that.

I work on softening him up, feasting on him, laving and pushing at his rim as he fucks against the bed, thrusting his ass back toward my mouth.

“Atlas…A…fuck…that feels so good. I need more.”

“Yeah?” I lean back, see his hole tighten, then loosen. “You said you were gonna walk me through this. Tell me what you want me to do next.”

I know, of course, but it’s more fun this way.

“Your finger. Fuck me with your finger.”

“Gladly.”

I suck it into my mouth, then spit on his hole, before pushing against it, cock twitching when I watch my digit sink into his willing body. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. I’m gonna die when my cock is inside you.”

I continue to slide it in and out, listening to his breathing pick up, feeling his body open for me, his ass sucking my finger inside him.

“You have no idea what it’s like knowing you’re the one doing this to me.” His words come out on a sigh.

That makes me soar, fucking fly. Troy wants me, more than anyone else. I feel that. I know that, and damn, it’s a heady feeling.

“Do I keep fucking you like this, or do you need something else?”

“Another. I want two of your fingers. Stretch me open for that big cock of yours.”

I grin. “Well, if you insist.”

More spit, which is also really fucking hot, and then I pull out before pressing forward again with two fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my dick inside him, can’t wait to fuck him raw, feel his hot grip around my dick, begging for my load.

I swat the condom to the floor, like it offends me.

I twist my fingers as Troy writhes beneath me, my name on his tongue over and over again.

I remember just how good this feels from him doing it to me. All I want is for this to be the best Troy has ever had.

When I pull out, he groans. “Aw, be patient. I’m not done with you yet. Flip over.”

“You’re lucky I’m getting an orgasm out of this, or I wouldn’t be listening so easily.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The second he’s on his back, Troy pulls his legs back for me. I push my fingers back inside him, fucking him fast and deep while I lap at his tight, full balls. I love the heavy feel of them on my tongue, wonder how I went so many years without having a dick in my mouth, but I know I wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone’s but Troy’s.

I let my tongue travel down to his taint, still working to open him up. And then my fingers brush something soft inside him, something that feels almost rubbery…

“Fuck! Yes, right there,” he tells me, and much like he was doing with me, I obey. The way it felt when he played with my prostate shot me to the damn moon, and I want to do the same to him.

I lick and suck him while I work him with my fingers, until Troy is doing nothing but babbling and begging for more. Every time I touch that spot, I feel his body tighten and tremble with need.

“Fuck me. Right now.”

“You said slow…”

“This is slow! This is excruciating! Get your dick inside me.”

I smile. “Yes, sir.” I push to my knees, move so I’m beside his head. “Suck me. Get me nice and wet for your hole.”

Troy swallows me to the root. Goddamn if he doesn’t suck dick better than anyone I’ve been with.

When he spits me out again, I almost want to tell him to keep going, but I know his ass will be even better.

“Hands and knees. That’s how I want you.”

Troy scrambles up while I get into position behind him. I spit, watching it drop from my mouth to my cock, then add more to his ass, before holding the root of my dick and pushing inside.

“Fuck…fuck…” My world spins as I push partway into the tightest hole I’ve ever been in.

“You like that? Like fucking me? Like watching your cock slide into my ass, A?”

“Yes, God yes.” I don’t even know if the words come out right or if I’m just speaking gibberish. My brain feels scrambled.

I do my best to go slow. The last thing I want is to hurt him. When I’m about halfway in, all that tight, incredible heat around me, I pause, looking at him to check for any kind of pain.

“You can keep going,” Troy says with a grin.

“I’m not sure I can. Probably gonna bust a nut the second you take all of me.”

He laughs, his body tightening around me deliciously.

“Oh fuck. Don’t do that. I really think you’re gonna kill me.” The feel of his body opening up for me, stretching to accommodate me, is the greatest high I’ve ever experienced, like I could just have him, only fuck him for the rest of my life and never get enough of him.

“If you don’t give me more, you’re going to be the one killing me. I can take it. I want to take it.”

My confidence soars at that, makes me feel like I’m the most important man in the whole damn world.

I give a little push with my hips, his hole swallowing more and more of me, in this slow dance I could easily become addicted to. The second my groin is against his ass, buried all the way to the hilt, Troy says, “Now you really need to fuck me. Hard.”

“Hell yes.”

I start with subtle thrusts, letting his body adjust to me. He reaches back, holding me, nails digging into me. “Please. More. So good.”

I pull out and slam into him again. We are lucky as fuck the bed isn’t hitting the wall. It’s a thick headboard, and though the bed is rocking, there’s no noise.

Troy pushes back against me too, working my cock with his ass like a damn pro. That thought makes jealousy surge through me for a moment.

“I hate that I’m not the only man who’s ever been inside you,” I say on a hard thrust.

“You’re the only one who will get to come inside me. No one but you.”

I growl in response, fucking harder, trying to give him all the pleasure he deserves, wanting him to always remember what it was like to be fucked by me.

My fingers dig into his hips.

“Harder,” he orders, and I know he doesn’t just mean the punishing thrusts of my hips, so I squeeze my hands tighter, knowing Troy wants me to mark him. That’s our thing, isn’t it? Leaving the evidence of each other behind.

My balls are painfully full. I want to unleash, want to fill him with my cum and then lie in this bed and spend hours looking at his cummy hole.

“Jerk it,” I tell him.

“No. I’m saving my load for you. Come inside me.”

Oh, well, okay. When he puts it that way.

I feel like I’m possessed, like the only way to stay alive is to fuck Troy with all that I have. That when I come inside him, he will officially be mine.

That’s the thought that sends me over the edge, that makes me feel lightheaded, my body tingly as I shoot, filling him, giving him what’s inside me.

“Yes…Atlas…”

“You like that? Like me marking you inside? You can’t deny you’re mine now, T. I’m inside you.”

My dick spurts again, and then I feel completely wrung dry.

I pull out, just as Troy flips us. He pushes me to my back, then starts furiously jacking his cock.

“Mark me, T. Paint me with your cum.”

His balls draw up, cock spurting, his release shooting out and landing on my chest, my stomach, and then he lets the rest shoot onto my face.

And I smile.

“Lick it off,” he says, and I do, tasting the salty seed that landed on my lips.

“I want that too.” I nod toward his cock.

Troy pushes it into my mouth, and I clean his cum off his dick. Troy falls to the mattress, then smashes his mouth on mine. I lick inside it, and he into mine.

“That was…so fucking hot,” Troy says.

“You know I’m always coming inside you raw now, right?”

“You’d better.”

Before I can reply—

“Atlas! Stop pouting and get down here so the two of you can finish dinner!” Glen shouts up the stairs.

“I already had my dinner—ass and cum,” I tease, and the two of us dissolve into laughter.