I sucked on her neck, and she moaned my name, spurring me on.
“Then I’m going to flip you onto your belly, pull out my cock, and fill you up with one thrust. Bury my cock in that tight little cunt over and over again, until you scream out my name.”
“Fuck, I want that,” she moaned, her movements growing frantic.
“You have to get off first.”
I wanted her to come. Needed her to come like it was my life’s mission to bring her pleasure.
My cock was rock hard, and it was like we were fucking through our clothes, hips moving and hands gripping, a heated tangle of bodies testing the very limits of her couch.
I was close. So fucking close. I wanted us to take that leap together, even if it meant coming in my pants like a pup.
“Come for me, Tegan,” I growled, licking her throat, raking my teeth over her pounding pulse.
Her grip tightened in my fur, her thighs clamping around mine as she came with a high-pitched moan.
I reached for her chin, tipping her head back slightly so I could stare at her pink cheeks and hooded eyes, see the sweet sounds of her pleasure tumbling past her lips. That did it. My spine tingled and my balls tightened, and I gripped her chin, watching the way her eyes widened when I came with a loud groan.
Tegan rode my thigh for a few more beats, her body quivering as she chased every bit of her orgasm she could.
When she finished, she rose up on shaky knees, planting her hands on my chest to stare down at me. “Did you just—”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly. I was only slightly embarrassed. Between the noises Tegan was making and how good it felt to have her riding my thigh, I just couldn’t help myself.
She bit her lip, grinning. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Really?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
She nodded. “The fact that I got you off without touching you? Hell yeah.”
I leaned forward, burying my claws into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a slow kiss.
“So,” she said, when she finally pulled away. “There were some things I was promised.”
“Oh yes.”
I bolted upright, hiking her under my arm like she was a tote bag, and she let out a little shriek.
“Atlas,” she protested—weakly, I might add.
“Which way is your room?” I asked.
“Down the hallway, first room on the right.”
I followed her instructions, carrying her down the hall toward her room.
“Why do you always manhandle me?” she giggled.
“Because I can,” I grunted, nudging her bedroom door open. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Thirty-Two
Tegan
Before I could answer, Atlastossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving. “Nope.”
