Page 69 of Atlas
She dips her head and presses her lips to mine, soft, then firmer. I grip her hips and hold her there, her body flush to mine, the heat between us like a lit fuse.
The kiss turns messy, deeper. Her fingers twist into my kutte, anchoring herself as she moves against me, and I can feel her heart pounding in sync with mine. Everything else disappears, the road, the noise, the club,Anita. It’s just her. Justus.
“You’re dangerous,” she breathes, her lips brushing my jaw as she kisses down my neck.
I grip her tighter, dragging her against my hard length. “You have no idea.”
Her laugh is soft, and fuck, it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Then she rocks her hips again, and I swear I nearly lose it right there.
“Rue,” I growl, my fingers digging into her thighs. “We keep doing this, I’m gonna take you right here on this damn bike.”
She nips my bottom lip, eyes blazing. “Please.”
Holyfuck.
I don’t know if she’s teasing or testing me, but it doesn’t matter. I’m two seconds from lifting her tee and finding out just how far she wants to go.
I press my forehead to hers, forcing myself to breathe. “You keep making moves like that, baby, and you’re not gonna be able to walk.”
Her mouth curves, wicked and sweet all at once. “Good thing I like the bike, then.”
She leans her hands back behind her, watching, waiting. I bite on my lower lip, taking in her beauty as I trail my fingers over her stomach. Her t-shirt lifts with the movement until my fingers graze under her breasts. No bra. My cock twitches and she smirks, knowing she’s got me right where she wants me. I lift it higher, and her nipples pucker as the evening air surrounds us. Her eyes are burning with heat as I lower my mouth to her nipple, gasping as I graze it with my teeth then suck it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive bud beforemoving to the other. She’s panting now, her head relaxed back and her body squirming with anticipation.
I run my hands up her thighs, her skirt giving me easy access. I hook my fingers in her thong and drag it down her legs. She lifts her hips so I can strip it off, and I stuff the lace into my pocket with a smirk.
She plants her feet on my knees and parts her legs, grinning.
Fuck, I love how confident she’s become with me.
I drag my thumb through her slick folds, and she bucks against the touch, a moan breaking from her throat. I press to her swollen clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Her hand cups my cheek, then slides behind my head, tugging me down to her nipple.
My phone rings, sharp and unwelcome. I glance towards the sound, but Rue shakes her head, breathless.
“If you stop now, I might combust.”
I laugh, sucking her nipple into my mouth as I work her faster. Her body arches, trembling. I pop the button on my jeans, freeing my cock. She’s already reaching into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet and handing me a condom without breaking eye contact.
I sheath myself and pull her closer. She lifts her hips, and I guide myself to her entrance, her thighs trembling against mine.
My phone rings again, right as she pushes down on me, slow and tight. I groan, gripping her hips as she rocks against me.Fuck.She feels better every time.
I straighten the bike, knocking our helmets to the floor, but I don’t give a shit.
“Let’s try something,” I say on a groan, starting the engine. The bike roars to life beneath us, a sharp jolt of power thrumming through her.
“Sit on the seat,” I tell her, shuffling back and guiding her off me. She does, settling onto the leather, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
I rev the engine. She gasps, eyes fluttering closed as the vibration pulses through her.
I rev again, watching as she begins to rock, grinding against the seat, shameless and fucking beautiful.
I reach for her breast, tugging her nipple as I hold the revs longer. She shudders, chin dropping to her chest, her movements uncoordinated and raw as she chases the high.
I watch her come apart, her slick smeared on the seat, onmybike, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I kill the engine and pull her back onto my lap, guiding myself back inside her. She cries out, hands clinging to my shoulders as she rides me hard.
I stand, keeping her wrapped around me as I swing my leg off the bike. I glance back at the mark she’s left on the seat.
