Atticus Underwear Novels & Stories

My jaw taut, I lower a frightened fist to my side. “At least being here has one plus, you’re finally learning basic manners.” I lather my tone with mock. “Thanks for knocking.” Joshua zooms to the bed like a quick blue flame, clothed in fresh pyjamas, matching top to bottom with a short sleeve top and three-quarter shorts. I have never seen it before, so it must be in courtesy of Miss Apion. Josh springs up and seats himself at the foot of the bed. Atticus shoves the door close and slides his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

"Come on, it'll be good for you to start your day out with a little movement. I have a very vigorous workout planned.” I peek around the covers to see that Atticus is dressed in nothing more than a hoodie, t-shirt, and teensy tiny shorts that give me a full view of his thighs. I blush as I watch the side to side movement in his pants as he shifts his weight from right to left. Oh gods. I hope he didn't notice me staring at his crotch. "Oh come on, you know you want to!" My mind goes to very naughty places and I feel warm everywhere. Thank god he can’t see me.

From what they were told, they would be right under his belly. Harris approached Atticus as he began unbuttoning his uncomfortable button-down shirt that Harris insisted he wore today. Harris wanted his mate to look good today, so he insisted on dressing Atticus in the nicer clothes he bought him. The larger Alpha groaned and frowned the whole time pulling on the uncomfortable clothes. Harris ignored Atticus’ complaints throughout the day and saw each time he adjusted himself while complaining they were squishing his balls. Harris counted at least three times when Atticus asked how he could wear these ridiculous jeans all the time.

I picked the bags up and took them over to the bed, aware of him following me. "Curious huh?" "You'd be too if you knew how much I spent." “My Uncle with pay you back.” I emptied the first bag, relieved to see two pairs of jeans fall out. One was faded blue, the other dark denim, both hipsters and both the right size. The next bag had three sets of underwear, a white set with inbuilt push-ups and matching boy legs, the same set in black, and a dark red set made of sheer lace with a matching g-string.

It’s too cold to wear shorts. He stands in front of his side of their large closet, just his shirt and underwear on, and jumps slightly in surprise when Dallas comes up behind him to grab his waist. “Can’t decide?” Dallas asks. Clearly he knows Ford too well. He slips his hands under Ford’s shirt to check which underwear he’s got on. They’re nothing exciting, really. Just his black boy-short panties. When he’d bought them, they’d both had a good laugh at the name—somehow the style of underwear made popular for women based on the design of men’s brief shorts had made a full circle, turning into a more feminine-style adjusted back to accommodate the male body.

The faint smell of ocean breeze drifted in through the slightly open window. Marianne looked effortlessly put together, as always. She wore a light, flowy sundress in a soft coral shade that complimented her skin tone, the fabric cinched gently at the waist. Her hair was tied in a loose braid over one shoulder, and she had simple sandals on. She looked like she belonged to a travel magazine. “I’ll take Atticus downstairs,” she said, reaching out her hand. “You should get ready. The others are already buzzing.” Atticus grabbed her hand instantly. “Let’s go, Nana!”

I immediately took it and pressed the message notification that opened on the screen. You can use this phone temporarily. Message me if you need anything else, and please drink your milk. I let out a sigh and closed Zachary's message thread. I dialed Aireen's number and called while checking the contents of the paper bags one by one, looking for something to wear today. Less than a few seconds after the line rang, my friend answered it. "Atasha?" she greeted. I hummed softly in response, then pressed the phone to my ear and shoulder while opening the undies that Zachary had bought. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly when I noticed that they were all lace-style and all red. Even the five bras

he husks, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples while his other hand slips down my stomach and into my pants. Gasping, I arch my back as his fingers slide between my folds so they can begin to work my clit. Fuck, the mixture of my heat and his cold made everything I was feeling even more intense until I found myself crashing into orgasm. “Damn, baby,” Atticus chuckles, pulling his hand out of my pants. “You’re so sensitive.” "Maybe." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Or maybe you’re just really skilled with your fingers.” “I’m more skilled with something else,” he counters, grabbing my pants and pulling them off of me. “Mmm, do you always wear such tiny underwear, or were you expectin

He looks as if he wants to devour me, but at the same time unsure of how to go about it. I hold his gaze as I slowly work my trembling fingers to the bottom of my shirt. I want to see his reaction to seeing me naked. Rupert and his disgusting followers laughed at me. Called me ugly... Called me trash, but Atticus is looking at me as if I am the only female alive. The cotton fabric slips over my head revealing my only lace bra and I hear Atticus stop breathing. When my eyes find his face again my cheeks begin to burn. He is staring at my body as if he has never seen a shirtless female before.

I’ve just stripped down to my, okay fine they are rather plain; underwear when the sales assistant returns, carrying a multitude of items. “I didn’t know if you wanted to go feminine with the lingerie or sexy so I went with something that works for both. I was sent your sizes ahead of time, Miss Stratos so not to worry everything should fit and we should be able to get you dressed and out of here on time for your date.” she turns a bright smile my way before holding up some of the prettiest underwear I have ever seen. She was right when she said it would work for either. White with little embroidered pink flowers embodied the idea of feminine, but the strappy nature of the bustier is what ma