Page 13 of Guarded By Atlas

I flush at his words, my cheeks heating at the thought of stripping in front of this man. It’s stupid. I’m not exactly a prude, far from it. As a nurse, I’ve seen nudity so many times, but not in a setting like this. Never before when I was faced with a man did I want to lick from head to toe.

Christ, what am I even thinking?

Atlas gives me an expectant look, and I jump back to the present. “O-okay,” I say, grabbing the hem of my sweater and tugging it over my shoulders. I flush at the state my bra is in, but I push down my own nerves as I unclasp it and slowly tug it off my shoulders. I brave a look at the man when I let the bra fall, and if possible, his eyes seem to have darkened even further.

“Everything, Marie.”

I reach back and unzip my skirt before letting it pool at my feet. I fight the urge to cover up, insecurity chewing at my insides. Before this moment, I’ve never really thought much about my naked body, but now I find myself wondering if I should have found time in my busy schedule to join a gym or something. Get a little toned and curved like some of those magazine models…

“Christ, you’re perfect.”

My head shoots up once more to find Atlas staring me with such undiluted need that it sends my heart fluttering with feminine pride, and I find that I want to see him too. The parts of him I’ve only managed to touch and recreate in my head, but Atlas makes no move to undress as he’s already moving in. I have a second to wonder how someone as massive as him moves so quickly and stealthily before his mouth is on mine.

I taste myself on his tongue.

I shouldn’t like it. No, something like this should do nothing for me, but it makes the moment all too sinful. It makes my sex grow wetter and my nipples ache for more of his touch. Reminds me of the kind of power that mouth has over me. The heights it can bring me and…I want that again.

More than that, I want to give him just as much pleasure, and yet, I find my wrists trapped in his hand when I reach for him. “Let me touch you,” I whine when we break apart from the kiss, struggling to release my hands, but he has a firm grip on them. “I want to touch you too.”

“Not yet,” he rasps, sliding his free hand between my breasts, fingers brushing softly at my aching nipples before trailing down to my stomach and between my thighs. My head falls back with a groan, the spot pulsing fiercely despite the earth-shattering climax from earlier. “You are going to let meexplore you. Get this pussy all hot and ready for my cock.” I bite back a moan when he circles my sensitive flesh, the ache nearly unbearable as he rubs circles over my clit. He leans in and kisses my neck, his breath fanning my skin with every glide of his lips.

Christ, he’s slowly dragging me into madness.

“Atlas…please.”

“I know just what you need.” A shiver runs down my spine when he gently slides his finger into my wet hole, thrusting shallowly as my pussy contracts around his thick digit. “And I’m going to give it to you, but you’re not quite ready yet.”

I whine when he pulls out his finger and backs me to the massive bed. I barely have time to catch my breath when he gently pushes me down onto it, then follows, taking my lips in a long kiss. He breaks it to trail his mouth down my neck, his hand firmly holding both mine to stop them from wandering. I writhe restlessly under him as he kisses the path between my tits.

“I’m going to taste you again,” he rasps, grazing my nipple with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Work that pussy until it’s all wet and slick for my cock, then I’m going to fuck you.” He slides his free hand back between my thighs and pushes them apart, revealing yet again intimate parts of myself I’ve never shown another man. “And then I’ll do it over and over again until you can’t live without my cock.”

I want to argue with his logic, remind him that I understand enough about human anatomy to know how near impossible that is, but he’s only touched me twice and I already want more. Is this how addicts are created? God, is he trying to turn me into one? At this rate, it won’t be difficult.

I have no words in me to respond when his sinful tongue settles between my folds. My head falls back against the pillow ashe bends my knees and pushes them further apart, dipping his mouth back to my sex.

Unlike earlier when he went about bringing me to the edge fast, this time, he takes his sweet time. Licking my slit, teasing my hole, and flicking my clit with his talented tongue, edging me closer and closer to an orgasm before pulling back every time I’m about to erupt. I thrash helplessly, aching painfully from arousal. His mouth stays on my sex as he works me closer to yet another orgasm. I rock forward, rubbing desperately against his mouth, and there it is…the promise of a blinding climax.

“Not yet,” the cruel man says, pulling back once again. I sob, thrashing helplessly on the bed, and I realize that I might hate him.

“Please,” I whimper, begging for relief, for him to end the sweet torture, and there’s a smile in his eyes when they lock on mine.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, all flushed like this.” He laughs, but it comes out strained. As if he’s in as much pain as I am. Desperate for a nirvana only he can provide but chooses to deny us both. “I can’t tell if you want to kill me or not.”

“I do.” I bet I could take him. He’s at least six-five and built like a mountain lion with over a decade age-gap between us, but my frustration is enough to convince me that I could bring this man down.

He chuckles, thumbing my clit as his tongue licks my slit, stroking my oversensitive nerve endings. He slides his middle finger into my hole, adding another to stretch me with more ease and less discomfort than there was the first time around. The fingers inside me stroke something that sends my hips lifting off the mattress. “Oh God!” I sob when his tongue centers on my clit. “Please... Please…”

I’ll die, I’m sure of it, if he doesn’t allow me this. Every inch of my body feels overstimulated, nipples aching painfully and abdomen bracing for an explosion. I’m panting when his hand reaches up and cups my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers even as his mouth closes over my clit once more.

A scream tears from my throat, and I go blind for a second. I see nothing as rough tremors roll through my body, each harsher than the last. I jerk hard, toes curling and uncurling even as my fingers clench the sheets. I’m sobbing as pleasure rolls through me with an intensity so strong, it overwhelms all my senses. Tiny spasms travel through my body as I slowly come down.

I’ve barely resurfaced from whatever pit he pushed me into when I feel the press of his cock against my sex with no idea when he moved or stripped off his clothes. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now you’re ready for my cock.” My eyes find his, and there’s that feeling again. The same one I had when he found me in that closet.

Safe.

And I’m glad it’s him who gets to have this part of me. He didn’t just save me. He held me close, and when I couldn’t sleep, he chased away the lingering demons. For all of my firsts, I would choose him every time.

These feelings are dangerous. Pretty reckless of me to fall for a biker I barely know, but I don’t have control over my heart. It’s him that makes my pulse race, my body thrum with pleasure, and my stomach flutter. He’s the only one that’s ever and, I fear, will only ever make my heart beat as hard as it is right now.

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