Page 105 of Becoming Us
This was new.
The only time I’d seen him like this—confident, cocky, playful—was on the court. And even then, it was mesmerizing. But here, with me? In this way? I was about to melt into a goddam puddle.
I narrowed my eyes in challenge. “You’re on.”
His eyebrows arched, accepting, as he uncapped the bottle. He leaned down and latched onto my neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. His slick-covered fingers rubbed slow, tantalizing circles over my rim. I was still sensitive, and just that little touch made my thighs tremble.
He kissed a trail down my chest, stopping at my nipple. His tongue flicked over it, then his lips closed around it, sucking.
I gasped, threading my hands into his hair and holding him there. One of his fingers breached me easily, moving slow but sure.
I dropped my head back onto the pillows, closing my eyes, letting the sensation flood me. Yup. He was definitely going to get me hard again.
Atty moved down, licking along my navel, then lower, until his mouth found my cock—which was rapidly catching up to the rest of me. When he took me past his lips, I was a goner. He pulled his finger out and slid in two, giving me a moment to adjust before curling them on the way out.
Another indecently loud groan echoed through the room.
When he added a third, I was already moaning with every shallow thrust. My body clutched around his fingers, greedy for more, and then—suddenly—he pulled them out and leaned over me.
The night had settled around us, the room bathed in soft darkness. He reached for the lamp on his nightstand.
“Leave it off,” I said quickly.
He paused, then shook his head. “I can’t see you like that.”
I stilled.
This still got to me—still crept in at the corners when I wasn’t paying attention. And the way he looked at me now…he didn’t give a single fuck about the things that made me flinch at my own reflection. I couldseethat. Believing it was harder.
He turned the lights on. I sucked in my stomach instinctively, while he leaned back on his heels and reached for the lube again, slicking his fingers before adding more inside me, then coating his cock.
As he moved toward me, I started to roll onto my stomach.
“Stay like that,” he said gently, his hand steady on my hip.
I shook my head. “It’s easier like this.” Not a lie. A compromise.
He paused, eyes on mine, then released his hold, letting me shift onto all fours. I dropped my chest to the bed, spreading my stance.
Atty hummed behind me, one hand gliding down my spine, then pausing to rub over my rim with his cock. He pressed forward, and my body welcomed him easily. One slow, deep thrust, and he was buried to the hilt. He stilled to let me adjust—just like he always did—kissing my neck as his hands swept over my sides, setting off tingles everywhere.
“Ready?”
I smiled to myself. “Game on.”
Atty pulled out—slow, almost excruciatingly so—then snapped his hips forward hard.
My breath hitched, caught off guard, and I started to say something, but he literally fucked the words out of my mouth with his thrusts. His fingers curled inward on my hips as he seta merciless pace. Each thrust landed with the sharp slap of skin and a dull bang against the wall.
One hand braced beside my head as he leaned in, so close his breath dragged over my ear. And still, his hips didn’t let up.
My breath stuttered. “F-fuck.”
“Hold out your hand.”
It took me a second to process what he meant. Then I reached out—the closest hand to him—and he promptly spit into it. Holy. Fuck.
“Grab your dick.”
