Page 29 of Revenge & Truth

Atticus did as I instructed while I shimmied out of my remaining clothes. I smiled at the slippers still on his feet and plucked them off so we were both completely naked. Crawling across the bed, I paused next to him, deciding to err on the side of caution.

“Have you ever done a sixty-nine or mutual oral with anyone before?” I asked.

“I’ve had a woman… how did she put it? Ah… sit on my face before, but she didn’t do anything but grip the headboard and scream. A lot, I might add. Highly distracting for me, so the next time I put in earplugs. She never reached out to me after that,” Atticus shared, causing me to picture the series of events and how the woman might have taken it.

Straddling his waist, I looked over my shoulder at him. “I’m a fairly vocal person during sex, but I’ll try to keep it within reason. Which shouldn’t be hard since I’m going to have my mouth full of your cock.”

“Astin, I have a feeling the things I found irritating about other women won’t apply to you,” Atticus commented as he gripped my hips and maneuvered me into position. “At least that seems to be the common response so far.”

“That actually makes me feel pretty special,” I admitted, then nearly swallowed my tongue as Atticus latched his mouth onto my pussy.

It took me a minute to remind my brain we had our own work to do. However, the way he just used a hand on my lower back to firmly press my pussy into his face had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Whatever materials he used to study needed to be mandatory for anyone who likes to pet the kitty because fuck if this was mind-blowing. Better still, he’d just gotten started.

I did my best to make him feel as good as he was making me, but I doubted that was possible with me functioning off two brain cells. The man was using his time wisely, focusing not only on my pussy but also getting that backdoor to feel rather welcoming. I lost the ability to do anything but cling to Atticus when he started to finger-fuck my ass while tongue fucking my pussy. Good Lord, I was speaking the language of all those women who came before me and died of an orgasm because that’s how I was going right here and now.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I mewled. “More, Atty, I need more in my ass. I want to feel you stretching me, preparing that tight fucking hole for your cock.”

The dirty talk must have been a hit because not only did he do as I requested, but his cock fucking twitched against my cheek. Part of me was tempted to take on the challenge of making him come as he prepared to send my soul to hell for the ungodly pleasure I was teetering on. Just as I prepared for the fireworks to start, he stopped.

My head snapped up as I squawked my unhappiness. “Why the fuck did you stop?” I demanded.

Atticus lifted me off him and got up out of bed. Bewildered, I simply stared at him as he headed for the bathroom, not saying a word, only to return with a motherfucking bottle of lube.

“Atty,” I said, a sharpness to my tone I didn’t mean, but holy fuck, the man had just blueballed me. “You realize I was two finger strokes away from coming, right?”

He climbed back up and started to coat his cock in a thick layer of lube. “Yes, I timed it rather perfectly if you were that close.”

“Why?” I all but cried.

Still not answering, he grabbed my heel and tugged me into whatever position he wanted before sliding a pillow under my hips. With zero warning, he thrust two well-lubed fingers into my ass and swirled them around, my body shaking at the tease. It still wasn’t enough to save what he started, but he was far from done with me. Closing my legs so he could straddle them, he lowered his torso so his skin brushed along my back.

“You want to know why I left you in a suspended state?” Atticus whispered in my ear, causing a full-body shudder.

“Yes.” I all but panted.

The second I answered him, two things happened simultaneously. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth, scraping it teasingly with his teeth as he thrust balls deep into my ass. This all but caused me to blackout at the intensity of the orgasm that slammed into me. I screamed into his mattress, not wanting Boykov, who was standing outside the bedroom, to come crashing in on us. Atticus fucked me through the orgasm, burying his face in my neck as his fingers interlocked with mine, pinning me to the bed. I don’t know where he thought I was going to go, but I was more than happy to stay right where I was.

“Don’t hide from me, Astin. I want to hear how good I make you feel,” Atticus said, nuzzling against the side of my head. “Forget everything you heard me say about the other women I’ve been with. Their enjoyment meant nothing to me other than research. When it comes to you, I crave the ability to understand what you’re thinking and feeling.”

Before I could say anything, he sat up and pulled out, making me reach for him, fearing he was done.

“Easy there,” he reassured me, grasping my hand, drawing me to him. “I realized if I want to be able to see your face, then having you on your stomach was counterintuitive.”

When I saw him sitting cross-legged, I knew what he wanted and fully supported this plan. Wrapping myself around him in a tight hug, I let him guide me back onto his cock. This time, I wanted to take it slow, feel the way his cock filled me, stretching my ass to accommodate his size. Like people say, it’s always the quiet ones you must watch out for packing the most heat.

In this new position, I could stare into his stunning blue eyes as I took every inch of him. The way his eyes fluttered shut as I rolled my hips to get adjusted made me grin. Atty was right—seeing each other was way more enjoyable. With his assistance, I fell into a steady flow of movement, timing my hip roll to his thrusts for the best sensation I’d ever experienced with anal sex.

“Whatever research you did, I’m gonna need you to teach the others,” I informed him, my fingers digging into his back as I teetered on the edge of a climax.

Sliding his hand into my hair at the nape of my neck, Atticus fisted it tightly, sending a jolt of pain through my body before the distraction of a kiss soothed it. Our tongues battled, each eager to explore the other as I ground my clit against his pelvic bone. A gasp escaped when I jerked back at the feeling of him flicking my nipple. Arching, I gave him better access to my breasts, an invitation he took eagerly. The swirl of his tongue around the raised peak before sharply sucking it into his mouth had me speaking gibberish.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out as the climax swept over me.

Atticus slid both hands up my back, supporting me as I let go of his neck. Bowed backward with my arms lax, I offered myself up willingly for Atticus to do as he pleased with my body. The sensation of his mouth as he licked, sucked, nipped, and kissed every inch of me he could made me feel worshiped.

He gently placed me back on the bed so he could get a deeper angle, driving me to moan loud and proud. If anyone walked by the room, there’d be no doubt as to what was happening in here, and I didn’t give one fuck. This man was mine, and I wouldn’t share him with anyone—ever. The sound of his skills was all the rest of the world would ever get to enjoy from this day forward.

“God, Astin, you are the most beautiful woman alive when you moan like that,” Atticus said before capturing my lips. “Watching how your body wraps around me and takes my cock so deep is intoxicating. There will never be another person alive who I will crave seeing like this than you.”