Page 32 of Atlas
“Why are we in the backseat?” He asks as he shuts the door.
“Less likely you’ll turn the car on and run him over if he walks by.” I say simply and he nods as if that was probably a good idea.
“I think,” He laughs lightly, his mood softening slightly. “I think I was nineteen the last time I was in the backseat with a girl.”
“Oh, do you take them all home? Very gentlemanly of you.” I say dryly, and he laughs again.
“What can I say? If I’m spending hours making a woman feel good, I need space. I’m a little large to be doing too much in a car.”
I can’t decide if I’m annoyed and jealous, or aroused by his comment.
“You called me baby.” He states with a smirk that causes me to blush.
“I was trying to get your attention so you wouldn’t end up in prison.” I huff. It’s starting to feel stuffy in here.
“Hmmm…”Atlas hums as he glances towards the bakery. “I wonder what else you would do to ‘distract’ me.”
“Fuck off Hart.” I snap, and he shrugs as his hand goes to the handle.
“Well, okay then.” He starts to climb out, but I grab his shirt and pull him back, ripping the collar in the process.
“Oh my god.” I breathe out while covering my reddening cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new one.” Atlas stares at the tear I ripped diagonally across his pec.
“If you wanted me shirtless, you just needed to say so, Princess.” I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. He smirks and leans closer to me as I lean back into the third row of seats. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispers and I manage half a nod before his lips are on mine. He maneuvers between the twocaptain’s seats and situates himself in between my thighs and I groan, loving the weight of him on me. His buttery soft tongue slips into my mouth and I run my hands up his neck and into his hair, tugging softly on his messy locks and getting a growl in response.
Atlas moves slightly and the bulge in his jeans rubs against my center, and I thank every god that I wore my thin leggings so I could feel it. “Fuck,” He hisses as he starts to move away. “Sorry.”
Gripping his torn shirt, I pull him back. “Do not stop.” I pant. He smirks and rubs against me again.
“Oh—Oh God…” I moan as I feel the sensitivity rising between my legs. God, just this feels almost too good.
He lifts his head up from where he is nuzzling into my neck and looks at me with an intense heat in his eyes. “Unless I am your God, you better start moaning the right name, Princess.”
Did I just come? I swear if it were physically possible, those words in that deep, gravelly voice would’ve done it.
Without thinking, I rip his torn t-shirt the rest of the way and begin peppering his tight, firm chest with wet kisses. I reach his pierced nipple, the piercing is a simple bar with two silver-colored balls. Feeling intoxicated with lust, I stick my tongue out and run it over his nipple.
“F-Fuck!” He breathes out. I smirk as I wrap my lips around his nipple, playing with the piercing in my mouth. Altas lets out a moan that causes my panties to become even more wet, something I thought only happened in the books I read. He slams his palm against the headrest and I hear the leather being gripped under his massive hand.
I slide my hand over the waist of his pants and make short work of his belt and zipper before reaching my hand in and holy shit.
I pull back and stare up at him. “You’re kidding.”
He gives me a cheeky smirk, but he’s not nearly as collected as usual. His body is nearly vibrating, his pupils are blown, and this fucking log between his legs is pulsating in my hand. I give his shaft a squeeze and watch his green eyes roll back.
“Ren…” He groans as he thrusts into my fist. “Holy fuck…” He shutters. I reach up to kiss him as I continue the movement, squeezing a little more. I want to pull him out, to see him, to feel his head, but all I can seem to find right now is his massive shaft. Trying my best, I give him another stroke. “Fuck! Ha…right…right there…fuck that’s it princess…” His panting increases, as does the grip he has on the headrest.
BANG BANG
We both jump and Atlas whips his head towards the loud noise to see Fox standing by the hood of the vehicle.
“Oh my god.” I groan, feeling the heat of embarrassment as I watch Ash laughing hysterically.
Atlas looks back at me, growling in frustration as he begins zipping himself up, muttering about murder or something.
“Can I give you a ride home?” He asks and I shake my head. No way I want to be anywhere around him or the guys right now.
“No, I am actually meeting Sunday.” I lie as I get out of the car, marching past Fox and the men without a second look. I cannot believe I just did that, in public, with Atlas.
