Page 11 of Atlas Uncharted

His fingers dug in harder.

“Yeah, keep moving like that,” he groaned

That made me do it again. His dick was long, hard and thick, pressing into my pussy, the only thing separating us was my shorts. I needed to take them off.

He cursed something under his breath. Tugging the silk down over my right breast and slipping the nipple into his mouth, fresh cream oozed from my pussy.

I was so ready.

Until the door swung open.

There was the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor.

Then a sudden flood of light.

I saw Atlas out of my peripheral.

I jerked back like I had been electrocuted, scrambling off Mike’s lap as I yanked my shirt back over my head.

Mike groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

Atlas stood in the doorway, looking evil.

I exhaled adjusting my shirt as I shot him an irritated look. “Ashlen isn’t here.” I didn’t bother hiding the attitude in my voice. I was bout sick of Atlas ass.

Atlas shrugged, stepping inside anyway. “I’ll wait.”

Mike had his arm casually resting on the back of the couch, but I could feel the shift in his body language. The sudden tension. It was always there when us three were in a room.

Atlas moved to the chair across from us, taking his sweet time as he sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him like he had nowhere better to be.

He reached over and flicked on the lamp beside him, filling the room with a warm, golden glow.

“What are we watching?”

Mike let out a short laugh, not at all amused. “Seriously, man, the fuck?”

Atlas just looked at him, expression unreadable. “What?”

Mike scoffed, shaking his head.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “A movie,” I answered, dryly.

Atlas leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Which one?”

I bit my tongue, already tired of whatever this was about to turn into.

Mike shifted beside me, jaw tight. “Man, just put it back on and catch up.”

Atlas smirked, looking completely unbothered. “Alright.”

And just like that, we were all watching a movie together..

Mike didn’t touch me for the rest of the movie.

Atlas barely looked at the screen.

His gaze stayed locked on me.

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