Page 38 of Atlas
I bark out a laugh as I finish my piece. “Me? Vulgar? Really, Hart?”
“Yes! That was a beautiful moment between us! And you call it ‘sort of jerking off’, I’m honestly hurt.” I shake my head as I throw my plate in the trash can and start washing my hands in the sink.
“What would you refer to it as, Atlas?Love Fisted?” I cringe as soon as “love” leaves my lips. Before I can turn around, I feel Atlas’ hard body against my back. I see his hands gripping either side of the sink, caging me in.
His lips skate across the back of my neck, and goosebumps erupt over my flesh. “Atlas…” I breathe out as he runs his fingertips over my pebbled arms.
“It’s alright,” he whispers as he inhales deeply. “I’m not expecting anything. I’m just happy I got to spend the day with you and make you smile. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’ll back off.” Atlas takes a step back and I’m cold instantly. I turn around, and my perverted eyes can’t be stopped as they zero in on his, oh holy shit. He ismuchlarger than I thought. I felt him in the car, but not all of him, and he was crammed in his jeans. Now, with nothing constricting him and his grey pajama pants doing what they do best. Well….
“Wait.” I say a little louder than I mean to. “I ummm… I don’t know if I want you to back off.” God, this is awkward. I stare at his tight sculpted body and then look at mine, and feel like hiding.
“Oh no you don’t.” Atlas steps back towards me and pulls my face up to his. “That thought, trying to wiggle its way in, squash it.” His voice is low and his hooded eyes are locked onto my lips. He presses his hips against me and I gasp at his hard erection pressing against me. “You, princess.” He leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “You and only you cause me to feel this way. So don’t doubt yourself for one second.”
“I don’t, Atlas. I don’t look like you.” I whisper as I fidget nervously.
Atlas lets out a surprised laugh. “You don’t say? I have eyes Ren, I know you don’t look like me. It’s actually one of the things I find the most attractive about you, physically. I’m not turned on by myself.”
I roll my eyes as I head to the ladder to go up to the bed. “That’s not what I mean, ass.” I grumble as I lay on the large bed that overlooks the tiny house. Atlas jumps and grabs the railing around the bed and, oh my god he’s pulling himself up. I watchhis muscles tense as lifts himself up and swings his body over the railing.
“Can’t use a ladder?” I ask dryly, though I’m pretty sure the cotton in my pajama bottoms is completely flooded at this point.
Atlas smirks as he crawls across the bed towards me. “I mean, I could’ve, but then you would’ve missed out on that impressive move I just did there.”
I snort and tsk in fake annoyance. “Yes, you’re so amazing.”
He lies on his side, propping up on his elbow. “You know I really am attracted to you right?” I instantly heat up at his blunt words as my eyes meet his.
“Atlas, I think you like me because I challenge you.”
“Oh no,” Atlas laughs as he sits up. “I adore that about you, but that has nothing to do with being attracted to you.” He leans in and goes to brush his lips against mine, but I stop him.
“What if I said okay? What if I said show me? Then what?” Atlas’ pupils dilate and a wicked grin spreads across his face.
“You say show me Princess, and you will need to be carried down that ladder in the morning.” I give him a “yeah, okay” laugh until I notice he’s not laughing.
“Oh…” I begin to chew on my bottom lip and watch his gaze rest on my mouth, his tongue slipping out to run over his lips. “Okay.” I breathe. I watch his eyes snap up to me and a brow raises.
“Okay what?” His voice is a low growl as he crawls towards me, causing me to lie back on the mattress. “I need specifics, Princess. Use your words.”
I take a steadying breath. “As long as I can say stop if I need to, I’m telling you to show me.”
Atlas is on top of me in an instant, but he isn’t groping and pinching me. Instead, he cups my cheek and presses his forehead to mine. “Pretty girl,” he purrs before kissing me. “You say stop and I’m off instantly. You are in charge, okay? Neverforget that.” I choke on a sob as I nod dumbly at his perfect words.
My sobs transform into a moan almost instantly as Atlas nips on my neck. He pulls his head back and stares at me in amazement. “Oh Princess, it’s going to be a short night if you moan like that, holy fuck.” He groans before kissing my lips again. I groan as I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him close while spreading my legs so he can get closer.
Atlas grunts as his large hands slide up my bare thighs before he grips the sides tightly. “God, you’re so soft.” He whispers as his hand starts to head towards the hem of my tank top. Instinctively, I grab his wrist, lifting his hand and begin to guide him to my breast. Atlas takes his hand back and gives me a disapproving stare.
“I’m all for switching the dominant roles, Princess, but not when I’m trying to get to know your body. I need to see what makes you feel good.” I block him from touching my stomach again.
“There’s nothing good there.” I state nervously. “I could maybe slip my tank top down so that my breasts are out.”
His lip curls up, and he shakes his head. “What the? That sounds uncomfortable to have the neck under your tit–uhh..breasts.” I chuckle at how sweet he is being.
“It’ll hide all of the… less fun parts, really it’s–”
“Has a man ever touched your stomach?” His voice has no humor in it, so I simply shake my head.
“No, it’s always been covered.”
