Atlas (Billionaire Titans) (11 page)

I
could stay there
between her legs forever and be perfectly content. The view, the taste, the fragrance, it was an aphrodisiac cocktail like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The way Piper’s body responded to my tongue made me throb from deep inside. I was so hard I felt like I could hammer nails through bricks with my cock if asked to.

She’d agreed to remain motionless and silent, and although following my orders was the most prudent course of action given our circumstance, I intended to do everything in my power to force her to mutiny.

I continued to kiss, lick, and nibble all around her opening, feeling the muscles in her legs tensing and feeling her hips rolling in small circles despite her effort to keep still. I glanced up to see her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open, her head rolling slowly across the pillow. I pulled back and blew softly on her clit, which was standing erect and angry.

When I watched her lick her own lips, involuntarily, I imagined, I lost the ability to resist any longer. I had to taste what I was smelling.

My tongue went flat across the width of her labia, dragging slowly from the bottom to the top of her cleft.

I paused at her clit, swirling my tongue around it before repeating the full motion of my tongue twice and then three times. She was softly shaking and mewing almost imperceptibly when I captured her entire vulva in my mouth, forming a seal. My tongue was moving wildly inside her, but aside from that, we were both as stationary as if sitting for a portrait. The volcano threatening to erupt inside her was her precious secret.

My tongue became a U shape around her bud, massaging it and coaxing her to surrender to the pleasure I hoped she was feeling.

I
wanted
to make Atlas proud, to prove myself to him, to follow his commands, but he was making it impossible. His hands on my waist were all that kept me from thrashing and bucking against his face, and I was biting my own tongue so hard to keep from screaming that the flavor of my saliva became slightly metallic.

When my orgasm commenced, it took full control of my body. My hands flew to Atlas, my fingers tangled in his wavy brown hair to hold him in place. At that moment, despite our obvious difference in size and strength, I think the adrenaline rush I experienced could have overpowered him and held him there even if he’d wanted to disengage.

But he obviously had no intention of stopping. I felt the gush of fluid as I climaxed, and I feared he might be close to drowning, such was the intensity of what I was experiencing. My body felt a physical impact as I came, as if a runaway sexual locomotive had impacted my very soul. Try as I might, silence wasn’t an option. I yanked the pillow from beneath my head and used it to muffle my screams, shouting his name into the silk over and over again. “Atlas! Atlas! ATLAS!”

My body felt like jelly when he finished, and I was only vaguely aware that he had risen to his feet and then climbed atop me on the bed.

His voice guided me down off the cloud I was on and his hand cradling my face focused me on the present time and place.

“Piper, I’m going to fuck you now. Don’t make a sound. It’s going to be slow and deep.”

B
elieve it or not
, I hadn’t planned to do anything more than go down on Piper to help her relax. No matter how much it might thrill Malcolm and his thugs to see my naked ass, I didn’t intend to give them the pleasure again. But Piper’s body was irresistible. When she reached her crescendo, it had taken nearly all of my strength to hold her fast to the bed. My cock couldn’t be denied a moment longer.

I reminded Piper of my earlier instructions to her and she nodded her assent. I felt harder and thicker than I had ever felt, and I tingled all over with the need to be inside her. I feared that my arousal might be such that I’d come instantly upon entering her. The dreamy, post-orgasmic glaze over her beautiful eyes made my job no easier.

Despite her wetness, I was met with resistance at first, and had to adjust the angle of my hips and probe hesitantly to find the access my cock demanded of her.

Once I found it, we locked eyes and I buried myself inside her. Deep inside, I felt the remnants of her climax as her muscles still twitched and clutched at me.

My arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her body tightly against me as I kissed her. Our kisses were voracious, punctuated by the powerful throbs of my cock lodged in her core.

I pulled away so I could stare into her eyes as I gave her a second thrust. Arms hooked under her shoulders, hands on the back of her head, my eyes staring directly into her soul, I withdrew and slowly entered her again.

And again.

And again.

In the time it would normally take me to hammer in and out of her a hundred times, I’d given her only four thrusts. Yet we were both trembling, walking a silent tightrope together.

Again.

This time, when I’d entered her my cock had pressed firmly at the top of her opening before sliding mercifully inside, and we both knew our destination was close at hand.

A final slow plunge and our lips met as I emptied myself into her.

A
s powerful as
the climax I’d just experienced all over the perfect face of Atlas Titan may have been, scant moments later it was surpassed. His girth and deliberate, yet relentless thrusts returned me to the precipice in record time. His expert kissing and maddeningly slow pace kept me suspended there, at his mercy.

When I felt his orgasm begin, however, my own followed immediately. Spurred on by his frantic mouth mashed on mine, we swallowed each other’s screams as my legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs.

If the danger we were in was as real as it seemed, and our lives indeed hung in the balance, I could die knowing I’d received the most unimaginable, indescribable pleasure a man can give a woman. And if I had to face death, I’d do it hand in hand with the one man I’d ever met who might just look the grim reaper in the eye and scare that old bag of bones right back into the pit of Hell.

A
s I had guessed
, they came for us hours later.

It was hard to predict how long we’d been asleep without having a clock, but my body surmised it was about three hours. Not long enough to get any sort of real rest.

Malcolm and his goons entered loudly, all laughing as we sat up. Fortunately I had made Piper get dressed, knowing they could spring in on us at any moment.

“Have a good night’s sleep?” Malcolm smirked. “You know, we really don’t have cameras in here. But we do have audio. And I was disappointed not to hear a damn thing from here last night. I was so hoping you’d give me something to entertain myself with. But I’m guessing after your discussion, Piper here wasn’t in the mood.”

I didn’t bother replying. It was a pathetic attempt to bait me.

“You’re such a creep,” Piper suddenly said. “I mean, seriously. It’s probably time you got laid if you’re getting your sad kicks by listening to two people sleep.”

Malcolm hadn’t expected her to speak. Neither had I.

I was proud of my girl.

“You need to learn when to speak and when to shut it, Piper Kipton,” Malcolm said, ominously. “Atlas only skimmed the surface of the things people like he and I are capable of. So watch it.”

I stood up, towering over him. He looked up at me but there was no panic in his eyes. Only amusement. He knew he held all the cards.

“So I guess you’re ready to finally find out why Headquarters brought you here,” Malcolm said, still giving an icy stare at Piper. “I’ve been waiting for this all night! It’s like Christmas morning.”

“Yeah, in Psychopathland,” Piper muttered under her breath.

Fortunately, Malcolm didn’t seem to hear her. He really did seem almost giddy about the news he was about to break.

“But before we get to the good part,” he said. “We’re going to need to move you again. You understand. Gotta keep this location as under wraps as possible. Hold still, it will only hurt for a second.”

Suddenly, before we knew it, the men with guns moved towards us, holding long hypodermic needles, the length of a forearm. Piper screamed.

“Anything but that!”

But it was too late and I knew it. They injected her in her neck and within seconds she was out.

I was next. I glared at Malcolm as I received mine.

My last thoughts were of how much I couldn’t wait until I could kill him.

* * *

I
’m not a dreamer
. It’s just not me. But while in my unconscious state my subconscious went to its safest place.

Piper. Always Piper.

We were walking past the fountains in Rome. There was no telling how we’d gotten there, but like in all dreams, it just made sense.

As we passed one of the fountains, a tourist pushed by us and somehow knocked Piper into the water that was next to us.

When I turned to pummel them, they were inexplicably gone. So instead I pulled Piper out. She was soaking wet and her little white shirt was completely see through now. She laughed it off, but I could see fear in her eyes. She was shaken and so I led us back to our hotel which apparently was just a short walk away.

By the time we reached our room she was very upset. We entered the room and I held her tight to my chest.

She was trembling in my arms. My want for her was not as great as my need to comfort her, so I continued to hold her, the pace of her heartbeat slowing from rapid back to normal against my skin.

“Atlas,” she cried. “I’m so scared.”

“You don’t need to be. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” I assured her. “No more meetings. Not without you next to me. I’m so sorry I allowed this to happen.

She shook her head, “You can’t blame yourself. You didn’t know.”

She ran her hand up my chest and to my face. Our eyes met, hers filled with tears and mine with concern.

“I love you,” she said. “Don’t leave me again.”

I kissed her then, long and hard, her pouty lips soft against mine, making me hard inside my pants.

She must have sensed it. She stepped back and against the wet material of her t-shirt her nipples were hard, begging for my mouth to be on them.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “I need to feel good, Atlas. I need release. The kind only you can give me.”

I pulled her to me and ran the back of my right hand knuckles across her breasts making her gasp. She threw her head back and closed her eyes and my mouth was on her neck, tracing my tongue down to her clavicle. I yanked her shorts down as she pulled her wet t-shirt over her head.

Fuck, the sight of her body was torturing me yet again. It was wet from the fountain and her skin was slippery under my hands. I lifted her up and she wrapped her delicious thighs around my waist, her arms around my neck as she gave me soft kisses against my cheeks.

“Tell me you love me again,” I said into her ear. “It makes me hard when you tell me that.”

“I love you, Atlas,” she said. “More than I’ve ever loved anything in this world.”

We fell back onto the bed, kissing with fervor and passion. She tasted so damn good, smelled amazing, the sound of her saying my name made me more aroused than I even thought possible. I stood, to quickly pull off my shirt, and unbuckled my belt so I could get rid of my pants just as fast. My cock needed to be buried inside of her as soon as possible.

Her body was my home.

I fucked her slowly for the next hour, whispering her name and telling her everything I felt about her body, her beauty, her soul. For the first time in my entire life I held nothing back. She came for me loudly, screaming out my name as I thrusted, her pussy tight and wet, allowing me to slide in and out of her easily.

“I love your pussy,” I told her. “It’s fucking heaven.”

“I was built just for you,” she replied, arching her back as she climaxed. “Built for you to fuck. Built for you to do whatever you want to me.”

I picked up the pace, pounding her harder as she cried out. I braced myself against the head board with one arm, her writhing body beneath me, taking all I was giving her, unmercifully. I wanted to fuck her hard enough that she’d feel it tomorrow. That when she sat down to eat breakfast she’d wince and remember that Atlas Titan fucked her so well and that she’d never want anyone else to take her ever again.

“I’m coming!” she yelled to me. “I’ve never come this hard, baby. God!”

“I’m not done,” I growled. “Not even close to done with you.”

I flipped her over and took her from behind, fast and hard, my body dripping in sweat from exertion and pleasure. I could have come at any time, she felt so damn good, but I wanted to hold out and give her what she needed.

“I love to come for you,” she cooed as I ran one hand down the curve of her ass and up her back. “I’m yours, Atlas. Forever. I will never want anyone else but you until I die. Fuck! You’re going to make me so sore.”

“Good,” I bellowed. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”

She came again, her cries muffled by the pillow she had buried her beautiful face in. I was close to coming inside her but I wanted to look in her eyes when I did.

What was wrong with me? Piper had turned me into another man.

“I need to look at you when I come,” I commanded. “Turn over. I need more of you first.”

Her body was slick with sweat but I could see her nipples were still hard, even after having multiple orgasms. She still wanted me, was clearly desperate for it. I don’t know how, but she was insatiable.

“Have me as much as you want,” she said. “You know I can’t say no to you. Even if I should.”

I slowed down my thrusting for a moment, kissing her lips as she sighed and whimpered under me.

“I love you,” I said. “I’ve never told another woman that.”

We stared at one another for a long beat, my confession sitting between us. No one had ever had me this opened up. Not even close. No one but her.

“Good,” she said. “I want to be the only woman you ever say it to.”