Page 73 of Killer Confections
Easier said than done.
I’m rather loud when it comes to sex with Atlas. Hands down, twenty out of ten stars experience and I show it.
I roll my lips in, nodding. He closes his eyes, a huff of laughter leaving him before he places his hands on either side of my hips and hangs his head.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he mutters before dropping to his knees and propping my dangling leg over his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to get the seat wet, baby. I want to lick it clean when we’re done.”
Oh.
That shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is, but I don’t have the time to become flustered over his words before he shoves his face into my folds and parts me with his nose and tongue. I throw my head back, mouth open as the overly wet, obscene sounds coming from him fill our secluded parking lot.
I’m embarrassingly sopping, but that only seems toencourage him as he circles my clit and slicks a finger through my wetness. My core gives a hollow ache and the whimper that leaves me causes my cheeks to stain pink.
“Shhh,” he coos. “I know what you need, baby.” He pushes the first digit into me and my pussy pulses around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight. My cock is going to ruin you, Loxley.”
Oh, god.
I want him to so bad, but we never go past oral. He said he isn’t going to fuck me until I can say with confidence who he is. After this week, his name has been on the tip of my tongue every time we do this. I’m so close to just blurting his name so he can cool the fire in my body, but I’m still not quite there.
Almost…
He pushes another finger into me, stretching my pussy as he groans. The vibration moves through my sensitive core and I slap a hand over my mouth as I muffle a moan.
He peers up at me and I stop breathing. Those blue eyes hold me, showing me so much that’s remained unsaid. I’m so enraptured by watching him devour me, I can’t look away. Not even as my bones turn to jelly and the heat in my core burns through my limbs, quick and heavy.
My channel flutters and Atlas increases the rhythm with his hand as he speaks, his tone rumbling and desperate. “That’s right, pretty girl. Cum for me. Give it to me, baby.”
I can’t hold back as my orgasm slams into me, making my muscles clench as I throw my head back. One of my hands finds the back of his head as I hold him to me, pressing his face further into my folds while I writhe. I can feel my release as it drips onto the bike’s seat, but the dots dancing in my vision paired with the mind-numbing sensation makes me impervious to the mess I’ve made.
Hands rub up and down my bare thighs, massaging the tissues as Atlas waits patiently for me to come down. I barely register the light, feathering kisses he’s placing to my apex until I look down.
“Come on back to me,” he commands gently. “Sit upslowly.”
He helps me until I can find my footing enough to stand. I chuckle at his fretting. “I’m not made of glass.”
He shoots me a withering look. “No, but you’re mine to take care of. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you to figure things out after I turn you into a puddle?”
I lift a brow, my lustful haze slowly clearing from my brain. “Boyfriend, huh?”
He shrugs, finding my pants before crouching down and tapping the back of my calf. I lift it, allowing him to dress me as I hold onto his shoulders. “If I called you my fiancé would you run from me?”
I blink down at him. “Excuse me? We aren’t engaged.”
He only hums and I feel like there’s something he isn’t telling me. I squeeze his shoulders, trying to get his attention. “Hey, we aren’t done talking about this—”
“I’m exhausted,” he interrupts before standing and kissing my cheek. “I need you on my chest. Pronto, baby girl.”
I lift a brow. “We aren’t—”
He holds a finger to my lips. “Loxley, if I tell you, you aren’t going to like my answer.”
My brows pinch. “What did you do?”
He holds my gaze for a moment, both of us unmoving in our staring match, before he sighs and turns back to his bike. His hands go out as he motions to the seat. “Look at what you did. You made a fucking mess for me.”
My cheeks heat as I shift from foot to foot. I catch the glistening on the leather seat and look away as I cross my arms. “Well—”
I stop talking as I balk at him. Without a word, Atlas pushes his mask up over his lips, puts his hands on the seat, leans down, and licks it clean. His tongue flattens against the spot I soaked. He laps up my juices slowly and sensually, closing his eyes as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. When he straightens, he uses a thumb to clean his chin before shoving that into his mouth and I swear I’m going to explodeagain.
