Before I knew what was happening, Atlas was thrusting the piping bags into my hands and lifting me up off my stool.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed.
I did as I was told, feeling the substantial bulge of his erection straining against his khakis. With each of his steps it rubbed against my pussy, driving my arousal even higher.
I had no idea how it was going to fit, but we were going to make this work.
One thing was for sure.
I was going to fuck Atlas Oberon.
Twenty-Four
Atlas
Each step up to myroom felt like agony, with Tegan’s pussy pressed tight against my cock. I could feel the warmth radiating off her through my pants, and I had to fight to stifle the groans that threatened to slip out of my mouth.
Tegan diligently held on to the bags of icing, her green eyes scanning the staircase, then the hall leading to my bedroom.
I kicked open the door and carried her like the queen she was to the four-poster king-size bed in the middle of the room.
Tegan looked at the white duvet with a grimace and carefully placed the piping bags of chocolate icing on the nightstand.
“Atlas,” she said, running her fingers over the fabric. “This is a really nice duvet. What if we get icing all over it?”
It was cute that in the heat of the moment she cared about my comforter, when in reality I couldn’t give two shits about that thing. I’d buy a new one. A hundred new ones.
I pressed a button on my phone that closed the automatic blinds.
“I don’t care about the blankets, Tegan. And trust me, I don’tplan on wasting a single bite of that icing.” I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, watching her heated gaze roam up and down my chest appreciatively.
It was rare that I felt confident, but the way she praised my body rather than criticizing it made me feel like I was on top of the world.
Without warning, I pounced, jumping on the bed and slowly crawling over to her.
“Atlas,” she moaned as my lips crashed into hers, my muzzle and her face colliding as intimately as they could.
Tegan’s hands explored my body as her tongue explored my mouth. Her delicate fingers traced over the hard planes of my muscular chest before circling around the pointed tips of my nipples.
“That tickles,” I chuckled against her soft lips.
“Take your clothes off,” she asked, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Oh yeah, you wanna get me naked, Ms. Rollins?” I growled as I trailed a pointed claw down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
I wanted to draw constellations with the freckles dotting her chest. Memorize their locations and kiss every single one.
“Yes. Please.” She asked so nicely, I had to comply.
“Anything for you, baby.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips before hopping off the bed. There was no way I was going to awkwardly shimmy out of these pants up there with her. If she wanted a show, she’d get one.
I didn’t spend all those years on a stage flexing for nothing.
The lights dimmed when I tapped a button on my phone, and Tegan propped herself up with pillows, watching each of my movements intently.
I shrugged off my shirt before fumbling with my pants. They unbuttoned without any issues, but I struggled to work them down over my thighs.
Shit, they were tight.
