“Just swing Atlas.. live a little. What are you so afraid of?”
Instead of responding, his fingers trail up my thighs. They move higher and higher, until his left hand grazes over the knife I have strapped to my right one.
Eyes darting to mine, and he raises a brow.
“You think I’d go anywhere without one? I’m not stupid and this skirt doesn’t exactly have pockets.”
A small smirk twitches on his lips but he still remains silent.
Why is he not saying anything?
He lets go of me as his hands make their way to the ropes. He shifts our weight, spreading his thighs a little further so I sit flush against his lap before he finally begins to swing.
Sitting in this position, every time the swing moves forward or backwards, it causes friction where his jeans rub against my thin lace underwear. Rotating my hips adds to the tingling pressure that’s already starting to build low in my stomach. I hear his sharp intake of breath as his grip on the swing tightens to the point his knuckles turn white. It’s thrilling to get a reaction from him.
Feeling his length harden against me causes a dose of adrenaline to buzz in my veins. Licking up the side of his neck until my lips ghost his ear I whisper, “How long can I tease you until you snap? Can I get you to fuck me right here?” He grunts in responseso I keep going.
I knew I was already leaving a wet spot on his jeans. I could probably come from grinding against him just like this, but I wanted more. I wanted him. I undo his belt and reach for the button on his jeans, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“I bet you’re soaked already. How about we up the stakes? If you can come just like this, without me touching you, I’ll fuck you. How does that sound, Chaos? We both know that’s what you want. So earn it.”
My hips pause for just a second. I expected him to stop me, not encourage me to take it further. My center clenched at his words. This game sounded like it was going to be very enjoyable, at least for me. Who knows, maybe hedoesknow how to have a little fun. Instead of continuing the small circles I was doing before, I started grinding my hips forward and backwards against him.
Not sure how it’s possible, but he grows harder beneath me. I shift a little closer to him in order to apply more pressure to the right areas when his belt buckle brushes against my clit. I let out a quiet moan and do the same movement again. Fuck, that feels good. I grind against him faster, the belt buckle hitting the perfect spot each time. His body tenses beneath me for a second.
He’s still swinging but I’m no longer sure if he’s breathing. With the way his fist tightens further on the chains, it looks like it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back from touching me. Good. I want him to feel as out of control as I do.
Atlas
I started spiraling the moment she climbed into my lap. No, that’d be a lie. I started losing it the moment she walked into the bar. I don’t know how she found me, but my body was on fire the moment I felt her eyes on me. I haven’t heard from her in a week. I haven’t felt her watching me or seen her around either. It’s been hell.
I was starting to think she disappeared again, that‘s until she showed up tonight. She used the bartender to taunt me. I knew what she was doing, and I fell for it anyway. I’m out of my element though. What game’s she playing this time? This is the Maizyn I remembered. The way she’s acting right now is one of the reasons I started calling her Chaos to begin with. It’s in moments like this where she’s unapologetically herself, she takes whatever she wants and will create a fucking tornado in her path.
This is the woman I fell in love with without realizing it, until she was gone. I told myself we were playing this little game because it allowed me to be in control of the situation, but if I was honest with myself, I’m never in control of anything involving her. She’s always so stunning when she lets go.
Any time she allows herself freedom from her thoughts, she glows. I can’t believe I ever tried to extinguish that. I was so fucking stupid and I’ll spend the rest of my life worshiping her like she deserves.
She may think she’s the one coming unglued while she gets herself off in my lap, but the thin rope I have holding myself together is about to snap. Not touching her while she grinds against my dick and belt buckle is fucking torture. I can tell she’s getting close. Her eyes are starting toglaze over, even at night, the green seems to spark with fire. Her thighs tense up and I stop breathing altogether. I’m petrified if I breathe too deep or look away for a single second, she’ll disappear.
I don’t want to close my eyes and wake up in my bed to find out this was another vivid dream. I’ve suffered through so many of them, it’s hard to believe something this perfect could be anything but a nightmare in disguise. Her movements are sloppy now. She doesn’t care about anything but the release she’s chasing and it’s maddening. She shatters in my lap. Her eyelids flutter closed as she soaks me and I finally snap.
I don’t want to risk dropping her so with my arm on the outside of the chain, I wrap her ponytail around my fist and yank her closer to me. She gasps as I crush my lips to hers and I breathe it in. I don’t wait for permission. My tongue immediately starts fighting for control over hers. The kiss is messy and unhinged but it’s still not enough.
Letting go of her hair, I grab her knife. With two quick flicks of my wrist I cut her panties from her body before putting the knife back in her sock garter. I quickly pocket the shredded panties with one hand as I snake my other hand between us. My fingers skim through her wet center.
“Such a good fucking job. Go ahead and get your reward, baby girl.”
She fumbles with the button on my jeans, quickly pulling me out of my boxers. She lines my dick up with her wet entrance at the same time she leans forward with a shit-eating grin on her lips. I have no clue what this woman is about to do, but I know whatever it is, it’ll fucking destroy me. Her teeth latch onto my shoulder as she drops down, taking me all the way to the base in one single movement. Fuck, being insideher feels like coming home. She takes a few seconds to adjust to my size before starting to move.
“Hold on to the chains and don’t let us fall, Chaos.”
She listens without an ounce of hesitation. She was always submissive, at least with me, she just happened to be a brat about it. Submission was something you had to earn from her, and it was fucking stunning. I grab her hips hard to steady her and help guide her movements, probably hard enough to leave bruises. I hope it does, I want her to think of me every time she sees them.
If someone had asked me if I thought it was possible to have someone ride me while I swung on a swing, I would’ve said no, but this is proving me wrong. It’s taking a lot of core strength on my part, but it’s worth every second of it. The way I swing, added to the figure eights she’s doing with her hips, has my entire body on fire. I’m starting to get close.
I can feel my release building in the base of my spine, but I need her to cum again before I do. I shift my hips slightly, lifting her before slamming her back down. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to try and muffle her moan, but it doesn’t help much. Reaching between our bodies, I start making small circles on her clit. She’s dripping down her twitching thighs at this point.
I increase the pace of my thumb and guide her harder against me. She throws her head back in bliss, moaning loud enough that anyone in a one-block radius could probably hear her. Fuck it, let them. I grip her throat just tight enough to add a little pressure as we both cum together. I didn’t mean to come inside her, but she didn’t give me any other option.
