Page 86 of Atlas & Miles
“Take me, baby boy. Make me forget we were ever apart.”
“Yes, Daddy. Condoms?”
“No, if you’re okay with that. There’s been no one but you.”
His grin lit up the dreary afternoon. “There’s been no one else for me, either. And there never will be.”
As his words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, he reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbled around until he found the lube—a “we’re exploring these more later” leaving his lips when he saw what else was in the drawer—and climbed on top of me. We didn’t have time for slow and sensual. I needed him inside me now.
Thankfully, he seemed to share my urgency. He folded me in half, directing me to hold my legs in place as he lubed up his fingers and pressed them against my hole. With a grunt, I bore down and let him in. It might have been a month since I’d had sex, but his finger slid in easily. Fingers two and three weren’t far behind, and soon—though not soon enough—he was slicking his cock and lining up with my hole.
As he breached my rim with the head of his dick, we both moaned into the feeling. This joining was perfection, the bow on the gift he’d given me by coming after me, by moving out here to be with me. And when he sunk in all the way to the hilt, I’d never felt so complete.
These past weeks had sucked in the worst ways, but this moment? This was ours. It was everything I needed and so much more.
“Miles, baby, move,” I begged, gripping his ass and pulling him closer to me. His balls laid hot and heavy against my cheeks, and the coarse hair around the base of his cock lightly scratched the sensitive skin around my hole. It was hot, but it was a tease. I needed more.
“Always, Daddy. Anything for you.” He pulled back then thrust in again, forcing air from my lungs. I reached up, clutching the bedsheets over my head to try to hold on as Miles fucked me into the mattress. God, I loved this man.
Miles didn’t break his rhythm as he pushed to his knees, pulling my hips up and changing the angle. His next thrust hit me directly in the spot that made me see stars, and I shouted as my eyes rolled back in my head. “Yes, baby, shit! Right there!”
My boy maintained his position—thank fuck for those well-trained muscles—and thrust his hips into me again and again, repeatedly nailing my prostate and building the ecstasy within me until it reached heights I’d never known existed.
“Harder, Miles, make me feel it tomorrow.” I moaned as he picked up speed but kept the rhythm. Goddamn, this man fucked like a god. “Shit, I’m so close.”
My eyes rolled back again as my orgasm barreled down on me, and I reached for my dick, only managing a single stroke before I erupted. My body curled in on itself as I released, my cum shooting between us. Miles fucked me through it as my mind went blank, as the waves of euphoria sparked through my veinslike lightning until they sent calm throughout every inch of my body.
I kept coming as Miles tensed then roared out his own release inside me. I clenched around him, both from my orgasm and a conscious effort to milk him for all he was worth, as he let go, and when he pushed in as deep as he could and froze, his beautiful face twisted in all-consuming pleasure, I fell in love with him all over again.
I was so utterly gone for this man. I’d loved him before, there was no doubt, but this moment of vulnerability, of intimacy, made me love him even more.
He finally collapsed on top of me, my cum smearing on both of our stomachs as we caught our breath. I stroked his hair, pulling it off his neck to help him cool down. It was a little longer than I remembered, and I only allowed a brief moment of sorrow for the time we’d lost before rejoicing that we’d never have to live through that again.
We’d been tested, we’d sorted out our shit, and now, we’d reap the rewards. Miles was here, he wasn’t leaving, and that made me the luckiest person to ever live.
I’d spend the rest of my life thanking him for that.
Chapter twenty-seven
Miles
“Here,” Atlas said, handing me a cold water bottle after we’d caught our breath and he’d cleaned us up with a rag he’d brought from the en suite bathroom. Said bathroom looked huge from where I sat on the bed, and I couldn’t even see much of it.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I grinned up at him then downed a quarter of the bottle, only stopping so I didn’t get brain freeze. I spoke again after I’d swallowed. “By the way, what are your pronouns? I’m sorry I didn’t ask before.”
Atlas sipped his more primly, as he usually did. He gave me a sweet smile at my question, brushing hair off my forehead as he sat down, facing me. “You were a little preoccupied with your extremely romantic grand gesture, so you get a pass.” He smirked at me, making me laugh. “It’s he/him right now, baby boy. Thank you for asking.”
“Always, Daddy.” I took another drink, more slowly this time, knowing Atlas wouldn’t let me get out of this bed before I drank at least half the bottle. He was always taking care of me, and I loved it. I wanted to take care of him, too.
When I’d finished the bottle—I felt dehydrated from the flight—I set it on a coaster on the nightstand and turned to him, wiggling my eyebrows. “So . . . you mentioned something about a tour?”
He threw his head back and laughed, capping his nearly empty water bottle. “I would love to show you around, baby. Clothes or no clothes?”
I whipped my head around the room. “As much as I don’t want to, I’m a little cold, so clothes. But I don’t see my luggage . . . Dave said he would drop it off.” I frowned. I would’ve thought a chauffeur of his caliber would be more reliable.
Atlas kissed the frown off my face and stood, crossing the room to a door that was painted the same color as the light-blue wall. “It’s all in here.”
Curious, I stood and followed him through the door. When I stepped inside, I gasped. “Holy shit.”
