Chapter 8

I worked my way up and down his length, sucking as hard as I could. He seemed pleased, his hand firmly stroking through my hair as he watched me. This was my time to show him exactly what he was fucking missing.

I slid my hand down his shaft, my mouth following until I took him all the way to the back of my throat. I let out a long, slow exhale, forcing myself to relax and sinking him even deeper.

“Fuck!” Atlas groaned, his hips twitching against the mattress. I continued for a while, savoring the taste of him enjoying the power I had to drive him completely crazy.

But just as his breathing became ragged and his grip on my hair tightened, I stopped. I pulled back immediately, watching him through my lashes.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark and desperate.

“No, don’t stop,” he said. He sounded frustrated, and I honestly enjoyed it a little too much. It was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.

When I tried to move away completely, his hand clamped onto the back of my head, holding me in place. “Fuck. Princess, don’t you dare,” he growled through his teeth. I didn't give in, though. I pulled my mouth off him entirely, leaning up to capture his lips in a deep hungry kiss instead.

He pulled me closer, our lips moving in sync until we both had to take our breath.

“Where did you fucking learn how to do that?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine.

I only smirked, refusing to give him an answer.

“My turn,” he muttered.

Before I could react, he flipped me onto my back. He pressed my knees up toward my chest, opening me gently but firmly. He began trailing light, agonizingly slow kisses down the inside of one thigh, then repeated the torture on the other.

I let out a broken moan when he finally pressed his mouth against me. He ran his tongue up the entire length of my opening once, then twice, before swirling it directly against my clit. He sucked me into his mouth, pulling rhythmically before letting go, his tongue never losing contact. No one had ever touched me like this before, and the sensation was so overwhelming I felt like I was sparking.

He flicked his tongue against my most sensitive spot and my hips bucked. Without warning, he slid two fingers inside me, finding my g-spot with terrifying accuracy. He hooked his fingers against the wall of my center, rubbing that spot over and over before replacing his mouth on me once more.

“Atlas, oh!” I screamed, my hips swirling uncontrollably against his face. I was so close to the edge, the tension building into a tight, unbearable knot.

He thrust his fingers into me harder and faster, his mouth working in perfect rhythm until my whole body began to tremble. I moaned at the top of my lungs, my muscles tensing as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me. He didn't stop, pulling his mouth back just enough to rub his thumb against my clit while his fingers stayed buried deep inside. I felt a rush of wetness as I arched my back, my entire body vibrating with the force of it.

“Mmmm. Yeah,” I whispered.

My body relaxed as I came down from the high. I opened my eyes to find him actually smiling at me.

"Have you ever done that before?" he asked. I gave him a confused look until I followed his gaze down and saw the mess I’d made on the sheets. My face heated up, but he didn't give me time to feel embarrassed.

He moved up, kissing me deeply so I could taste myself on his lips.

"You taste so fucking good, princess," he whispered against my mouth. He pushed my legs wide again, positioning himself between them.

I watched, breathless, as he stroked himself right in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He rubbed the head of his cock against my opening, making me bite my lip hard to keep from crying out before he was even inside. He stared straight into my eyes as he began to push in, slow and deliberate.

I moaned, feeling pussy stretch to take him. I whimpered when he finally sank all the way to the hilt, my breath catching in my throat.

"Fuck," I hissed.

How all of him actually fit inside me, I had no idea, but the fullness felt amazing.

He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to him. I just stared at him, still in total disbelief that I was really here, in this bed, fucking Atlas Reeves.

"Does this feel okay?" he asked, his voice low. I could only nod, completely breathless.

"Good."

His hands found my breasts, kneading and massaging them while he began to pick up the pace. He leaned forward, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard just as he plunged into me deeply. The combination was too much. I tossed my head back, my moans echoing off the walls.

He lifted my legs even higher, leaning over to lie flat on top of me while he kissed me. I started to quiver, tangling my hands in his hair to keep him as close as possible.

He started pounding into me harder then, my legs hooked over his arms so he could get as deep as possible. He was hitting every sensitive spot, rubbing against me in all the right ways.

"Yes, just like that," I moaned, my walls clenching around him instinctively.

"Fuck. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose it, princess."

Hearing him talk like that only made me want to do it again. He groaned, looking down at me like he was scolding me, but he only started thrusting faster.

"Can you come like this?"

"Yeah," I breathed against his mouth, both of us panting for air.

My fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders as I felt the tension start to snap. I clenched around him again and again, and hearing his ragged moans pushed me right over the edge. I arched my back as I exploded, moaning so loud it was almost a scream.

He slammed into me harder and faster, his own breath hitching.

After a few more heavy thrusts, he let out a long groan, reaching his peak and releasing deep inside of me.

He stayed there for a moment, looking down at me with a devilish grin that told me he knew exactly what he’d just done to me.

We lay there in silence. Atlas didn’t move away,he stayed on top of me his weight heavy and heart thudding against my chest.

For a second I thought the look in his eyes meant something more.

But then he rolled off, the sudden lack of heat making me shiver.

"Get some sleep, Leslie," he said, his voice returning to that cool, controlled tone that reminded me exactly where I stood. "You have class in the morning."

I didn’t answer. I just pulled the covers up and watched him walk into the bathroom. Once the shower started, I forced myself to go numb. I had to. If I thought about him too much, I’d forget about the video. I’d forget about Marcus.