Page 41 of Queen of The Reapers
Atlas smiles. “Can’t say that I blame her.” He says, staring at my flushed lips. “Besides, she wasn’t the only one watching.”
Atlas flashes his eyes toward the crowd and it clicks. Hell’s Tavern is deceptively dark and with the music pumping and the faces around us cast in darkness, it’s easy to forget we aren’t alone.
“Should we head home and finish what we started?”
“I have a better idea.” I say, dipping my hand between us and rubbing his hard length through his pants. “We wanted to make an impression. How about we give them a show none of them will ever forget?”
Before I can change my mind, and before he can try to talk me out of it. I stand up in front of him and make a show of tying my hair up. “My only question is, are you in?”
“As you wish, my queen.” Atlas stretches out his arms along the back of the sofa and flashes me a wicked smile.
Kneeling in front of him, I run my hands up and down his tree-trunk thighs and unzip his fly.
“You sure you want to do this, Kitten?” He asks, rubbing his thumb against my jaw.
I reach for his impressive cock and rub my thumb over the drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.” I say, smiling up at him. Atlas’ golden brown eyes are blown with desire and seeing the way he’s staring at me only solidifies my resolve.
I lean over and guide his tip into my mouth, wincing a little at the stretch it takes to fit him all in. With my lips wrapped around his cock, I slowly glide my head up and down. Atlas groans and I move my head faster, encouraged by his sounds of pleasure.
Tears well in my eyes as I take him in deeper, but I don’t back down. I keep taking him deeper and deeper. His huge cock rams against the back of my throat and I instinctively jerk back, releasing him with a loud pop. I look up at Atlas, and his expression changes from concern to hunger the second he realizes I’m going back for more. I take his cock in again and this time; I glide my mouth up and down the length of his cock shamelessly.
It’s messy and drool dribbles down his shaft, but it only seems to turn him on more. His hands reach for the back of my head and he begins guiding my movements. Showing me how deep and how fast he wants it as his hips jut forward. He grits his teeth and groans as I work his massive cock, and despite having all the attention on him, I can already feel my wetness pooling.
It’s such a turn on to know he’s losing all of his composure because of me. To know that even-though I’m choking on his cock, I’m the one with the power and he’s the one at my mercy. He lets out an audible curse and, without warning, he jerks my head away from his cock.
My lips release his tip with a pop, and I flash him a wide smile. “Too much?” I ask, staring up at him through my lashes.
“Not nearly enough.” He grunts, pulling me up to my feet.
His hands wrap around my thighs and slowly inch their way up. I feel a sharp tug and before I know it; he rips my thong off of my body. Atlas flashes me a wicked grin as he crumples the black cloth and discretely tucks it into his suit jacket. His movements are quick, so lightning fast and precise, I doubt anyone else in the room knows what’s going on.
Atlas looks up at my face. “Well, Kitten?” He asks, moving his hands behind my knees. “Ready for the grande finale?”
“You want them to watch.” I note, narrowing my eyes at the anomaly sitting in front of me as I fight the urge to smile. It’s hard to believe that a few weeks ago, both he and I were denying our feelings for each other. We loved each other from afar for years and it’s strange to think now, in front of a room of people, at Hell’s Tavern of all places, our story is coming full circle.
“Maybe I do.” He says, pulling my knees in to straddle the sides of his hips. “You’re my queen. I want every person in this room to see who has, and who will always belong to me.” To finish his proclamation, Atlas slides his tongue up the center of chest and smirks, leaving me feeling a little lightheaded and delirious.
As crazy as it seems, something inside of me wants to be seen. To be possessed. To be claimed in front of a room full of strangers. To finally feel like I’m not alone, even if just for a moment.
I lower myself onto his cock and the sensation is almost too much to bear. He fills me so brilliantly, so fucking completely that taking all of him in feels otherworldly. Like there’s no possible way a cock can make me feel this good. I slide up his shaft slightly as we look into each other’s eyes and I groan.
Atlas pulls my mouth to his in a sensual kiss as he wraps his large hands around my waist. He slowly slides my pussy up and down his shaft, watching my reaction as I take in every inch of him. His strokes become more and more intense, and before I know it, he’s mercilessly pounding into me.
Atlas fucks me like he’s trying to resuscitate me. Like I’m on my deathbed and his cock is the only thing that can bring me back to life.
We fall into a steady rhythm with Atlas’ hips jutting forward and my hips grinding against him. I can feel the eyes on us now, and it feels so fucking good to stake our claims on each other in front of everyone.
Atlas’ control is fracturing right before my eyes and as he jams his cock deeper and deeper inside of me, my feverish body trembles on top of him and I feel myself come apart all over him. I cry out, but Atlas covers my mouth with his and brutally slams into me as he experiences a climax of his own.
Once we finally catch our breath and I’m able to form full sentences, I climb off him, smooth my dress down and retake my seat next to him as if nothing happened. Atlas stares at me with a mixture of unreadable emotions crossing his face.
“What?” I ask, cocking my brow. “Is there something on my face?”
Atlas lets out a little chuckle. “No.” He says, looking down to pick up his drink off of the coffee table. “You just surprised me.” His eyes flick up and he studies my face with pure abandon.
“Why?” I ask, with a smile. “Because I didn’t go completely ape-shit on her? Or because I let you fuck me in the middle of your club.”
Atlas smiles and I stare at the faint little crinkles starting to form in the corner of his eyes. “A little of both.” He says, chuckling to himself. “I’m impressed.”
