“I, um. Oh, fuck,” I moaned when he licked another stripe down my length.
His head rested on my thigh, and his nose nuzzled my dick like he was bathing in its scent. I’d never been this turned on before. I was dizzy with desire.
“What do you say, Hector? You okay with me doing what I want?” he asked again as his hot breath against my already burning skin caused a shiver to go through me.
“Yes, yes. Whatever. I’m yours to do whatever you want with,” I babbled. I wove my hands through his locks, wishing I could touch more of him.
Atlas looked up. A shadow of a smile was the only warning I got before his mouth took me all the way to the base. I was hitting the back of his throat, and fuck, did it take everything to keep from blowing.
He worked my cock until I’d slumped over and cradled his head. In this position, I had a clear view of his backside and his hand getting himself ready.
“I want to do that,” I said, though the words were practically gasped with how breathless Atlas was making me.
He glanced up, but his mouth never left me. His reply was strangled words that created delicious vibrations over me.
“Ah, fuck. Atlas, I need a minute. Please,” I begged. He released me with a loud pop and licked his lips like his sole goal in life was to seduce me. I focused on tryingto catch my breath and keep a semblance of control over my overly stimulated body.
Atlas leaned forward, his chest pressed against my knees, and his hand still behind him. I pulled him up and placed him on my lap to kiss him.
“I want to help,” I whispered against his lips and feathered my palm down his spine.
Atlas hummed and used his hand to guide mine down his crack. “You’ll have to get me nice and loose if you want my hole.”
A feral noise sounded in the room. Had that come from me? It must have, because Atlas was staring at me with wide eyes that quickly squinted into a smile.
“I love when I make my man go crazy,” he said with another kiss. “Hurry and stretch me. I want you to drive me mad too.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped us so he was on his back. I kicked off my jeans and underwear and had my shirt over my head in seconds.
There was still a hint of insecurity about being completely naked in front of him. I surely didn’t have the type of body someone lusted after. I’d let myself go over the years, and my lower belly pooch was proof of that.
Atlas didn’t look turned off. He looked my body up and down like he was tracking his favorite meal. His legs bent and spread in invitation, and I was met with his hole.
It was too dark to see anything but the hairlesswrinkles of his ass. It shouldn’t have surprised me that his monthly maintenance extended to here as well.
I rubbed the pad of my finger over his hole, slow and testing. He twitched against my fingers, and the hum of pleasure Atlas let out had my cock jerking. I wanted to take my time and explore this new part of his body that I’d never experienced, but I doubted either of us had the patience for that right now.
“Need you inside me,” Atlas said seductively. His hand was between his legs and guiding me again until my finger slipped inside.
He squeezed my finger so tight I wondered how I’d ever get my dick inside him. I hoped I wasn’t hurting him, so I froze and studied his expression.
“Yes, fuck. I knew your thick fingers would feel divine,” Atlas moaned and rocked his hips. That eased my fear of hurting him a bit.
I warmed him up with my fingers until he was relaxed under my touch, but there was too much friction when I tried sliding another digit inside.
“You’re so tight,” I murmured, which only had Atlas smirking.
“My favorite words,” he said and squeezed his ass as if to show off.
“That’s not helping,” I grumbled and looked down at my hard cock. At this rate, there was no way I was fitting inside him. I had no basis to compare my size, as I’d never seen another dick other than mine, and well, now Atlas’, and I was definitely bigger thanhim. Lube would help, that I knew at least, but I didn’t have any on hand.
As if reading my mind, Atlas reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a giant,openbox of condoms.
I triedreallyhard not to think about who he was using those condoms with, because it wasn’t any of my business who he was with before we got together. He was so understanding about my past relationship with Angelina, even going so far as validating what I had with her. I was the older one, so I should be more mature.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about all the times he went out. Were those trips so that he could get laid? Who was he with? Oh, how I wished I’d gotten over myself sooner and begged Atlas to be with me, because there was a hole inside of me when I imagined him with anyone else.
“Hey, what happened?” Atlas’ concerned voice broke through my fog of jealousy.
