Page 44 of Fractured Hope
“Mmm, what a sight you make. Ass up and here for the taking.” Moaning, he dove back in, laving my rim with his tongue. He licked and nipped before running his beard up and down my crack. The wet, then ticklish sensation was driving me insane. I didn’t know if I wanted to push back into him or move away. He was edging me into bliss. My cock twitched under me, and I reached down to grab it as Atticus knocked my hand away to replace it with his.
Groaning at his touch, I couldn’t help the words that spilled out of my mouth as I bucked up into his fist. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck....”
“Hmm, you like my hand on your dick?”
“Yes!” I all but screamed, rocking back against his beard, then into his hand as he edged me with the dual sensations.
He released me then, and I groaned in dismay. He pushed me flat on the mattress and dove between my cheeks, pushing his tongue into my hole. He reached up with his right hand and pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. “Get them nice and wet.”
Moaning wantonly around his fingers, I sucked and slurped like a man possessed. His demanding demeanor turned me on more than I would’ve thought. Pulling his fingers back, he added the tip of one with his tongue to my hole, and I gasped, freezing in place. It had been a long time since I’d had a choice to have something inside me. He paused to let me adjust as he rubbed my lower back.
“You okay?” He waited until I nodded. “Push back against me. Breathe and relax.”
I did as instructed and breathed through the intrusion as he went back to tonguing around my entrance. He was slow and careful while he moved the tip of his finger in and out, and he kept licking and sucking, making sure to tease me before pushing in farther. I finally relaxed around his finger and tongue so he could push all the way in. He twisted his finger inside me to rub my prostate, causing me to cry out.
“Oh my God!” I pushed back against his finger, wanting—no, needing—more. My cock was leaking onto the blankets beneath me as I writhed on his finger.
“More.” I gasped. “I need more Atticus.” I drew out his name as he tapped my P-spot again and again. “I need you to fuck me. I want you in me.”
Atticus froze with his finger in my ass. He leaned over my back and nuzzled my ear. “Are you sure?” he whispered, causing me to shiver under his large frame.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want this with you. I want to feel you inside me.” I wriggled, which caused his finger to put pressure on my prostate. “Pleeease,” I whined out in between panting.
Chuckling, Atticus tapped my prostate once more, then removed his finger. “Give me a sec.” He jumped up just then and ran out of the room. I collapsed onto the blankets, feeling empty and needy.
Atticus came rushing back completely naked with a bottle of lube and some condoms. He smiled down at me as I glanced over my shoulder at him, and his gaze heated.
“Roll over. I need to see you.” Atticus gave my hip a gentle nudge.
I flipped over quickly, groaning as my hard cock bounced against my abs with the movement. Atticus settled between my legs. Leaning down to kiss me, he thrust against me, rubbing our hard lengths together. He devoured my mouth until I was breathless. Pulling back, he quickly reached for the lube and slicked up his fingers.
His intense gaze locked on mine as he pushed a slick finger into my hole. I was transfixed by his captivating attention as he added a second finger, carefully stretching me. My cock had softened at the burn of the new intrusion, and Atticus was quick to wrap his large hand around me and stroke, all the while gently stretching me to take him. I could feel the pleasure building again as his slick hand moved up and down in time with his fingers. I tentatively rocked back to meet him as he twisted his fingers to rub over my P-spot.
“Yes, more, I need more.” I panted, heat rolling through me in waves.
He scissored his fingers before adding a third. I pushed back against his hand, loving the burn and stretch. Atticus shifted to kiss me as he pushed his fingers farther in. I moved my good leg around his back to hold him in place as I bucked up against him. I was getting close, and I wanted him in me when I crested.
“Enough. I’m ready. I need you.” I was needy and desperate for all he had to give.
Atticus sat back on his heels as he pulled his fingers out and reached for a condom. I grabbed his wrist, making him look at me. “I want to feel you inside me...all of you.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise at what I was suggesting.
“I’m negative. I got monthly checks while I was withhimand made sure I had one just before I left. I trust you, Atticus. I’ve never been able to choose to go bare before and I want it to be with you.” I gazed into his pale green eyes, the pupils fully blown with lust. I wanted to have this first with him. I wanted a part of him to be in me even after we separated.
Moaning, Atticus grabbed the base of his cock as it twitched. “Shit.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve never gone bare. I’m negative, too, and let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve been active. I’ve always preferred emotional connections over one-night stands, and you’ve come to mean more to me than anyone else.” Pausing, he looked down at me, his gaze filled with such adoration that my cheeks heated and my body flushed in response. Holding eye contact, he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed out and nodded at the same time. “I want this with you.”
“Fuck.” He dropped the condom to the side. Atticus dove back down and devoured me in a passionate kiss. His hand was in my hair, gripping the strands tightly as he ate at my mouth, drinking down my moans and whimpers while he rocked against me. We got lost in each other, grinding and kissing until we were both on edge.
“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth as precum smeared across my stomach.
Sitting up, Atticus grabbed the lube and coated his thick cock, then mine. He added some more slick to his fingers before rubbing them over my hole. He thrust two inside easily, and then he hooked my legs over his shoulders. He lined himself up and slowly pushed in.
I gasped at the burn and reveled in the stretch as he filled me. We both breathed deeply, overwhelmed by the pleasure of our connection. The heat and pressure were exquisite. I tentativelyrocked back against him, causing him to moan as I clenched around him.
“You feel amazing! If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long,” Atticus groaned around the words. He leaned down to kiss me, causing his cock to rock into me farther.
Gasping, I nodded. “Yes... more. I need you... to...move.” I reached for him with my good hand, gripping his side as he slowly withdrew before slamming back in.
