Page 19 of Becoming Us
“This okay?” His husky voice was rough, like gravel.
I nodded instantly. There might’ve been a voice in the back of my head whispering that I should stop. But the second he ground his hips down, it went silent. His weight on top of me was everything. I could’ve purred from how right it felt to be pinned under him.
I hooked my legs around the backs of his thighs and pulled, asking without words for him to keep going. To keep grinding on me like that. His big hands burned against my ribs, pushing my shirt up. I hesitated for half a second, taking in how dark the room was, before yanking it off.And then his mouth was on mine again, demanding.
This feels different.
Atty was usually softer with his desire. I could count on one hand the number of times he’d kissed me like this.
He bit down on my bottom lip hard, dragging another moan from my throat.
Scratch that—he’d never kissed me like this. This wasn’t careful or sweet. This was pure hunger, stripped bare. I gasped as he started humping me in earnest, rough and needy.
“Atty,” I groaned.
He let out a wrecked sound and tugged at my pants, trying to push them down.
My eyebrows lifted. So we were really going for it.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be very successful—” I started, but he caught my jaw and dragged me back into the kiss. Or whatever we were calling this now. We had long since passed kissing and gone straight to devouring. It was frantic. Urgent. A little unhinged.
He adjusted, lining his cock up with mine, and holy fuck—I had missed that. He tugged at my pants again.
I dropped my legs to either side of him and grabbed his hair to pull him back.
His eyes were half-lidded, lips red and slick, and fuck, I could look at that face forever.
“Stop?” he rasped.
I shook my head, panting. “I can’t get them off if you’re keeping me spread.”
His tongue flicked over my lips before pushing back in, wordless. He shifted to the side, giving me just enough space to shimmy out of my jeans. I broke the kiss to watch him kick his own off before coming back to where he belonged.
We still had our boxers on, but the thin cotton did nothing to dull the sensation of his cock sliding over mine.
Atty shook his head into the kiss.
“What?” I asked, breathless.
“Bare?”
Jesus. “Okay.” I didn’t have time to react. His hand slipped between us, and he pulled my erection out.
“Oh, f—fuck…”
There was more shifting, and then?—
Fuck.
His cock, hot and slick, pressed flush against mine. His precum smeared over me, making it that much better. I grabbed his ass, urging him to move. God, I’d missed this. Missedhim. He was all muscle, and I felt every flex beneath my hands as he moved.
He never pulled away from my mouth, and I didn’t know if it was because I was about to come or if he was actually cutting off my air supply, but stars danced behind my eyes. I moaned—loud, unfiltered—as pleasure surged through me.
Almost reluctantly, I slid one hand down from his cheek. And then I was touching him—Atty’s cock, the one that had starred in every single one of my fantasies since the first time I saw it.A tortured groan ripped from me as I slipped my hand between our bodies and grabbed him.
“Ah,” he gasped, pausing for a second.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep going.”
