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Willa

I ’m helpless here, drowning. I can’t breathe.

It’s all wonderful .

My legs are quivering, my heart is on fire, I can barely hold myself up, and Atlas’ sweet words drill straight through to my epicenter, causing an emotional earthquake. I’m drunk on him and the hope in his words, the way he looked at me like he was truly alive for the first time.

I get it.

I feel that way too.

I’m here for it. Always.

He smears the lube over my asshole, circling my rim with his index finger before dipping it in up to the first knuckle. A hot wave of molten pleasure rips through me. I vibrate and shake, my arms barely able to hold my weight. I dig my knees into the bed and arch forward before I push back, catlike.

“Holy shit, you’re tight. Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yeah.”

I pant through the burn when he pushes his finger the rest of the way in. Even that feels huge, and his cock is so much larger. Yes, it’s going to burn, and it might hurt a little before it feels good, but I’m practically coming out of my skin with my need to feel him there.

He thrusts his finger in and out, going slowly to let me adjust.

“I’m going to come from just watching myself to do this.”

My heart thumps and then races. I’m more of a dirty talker than Atlas and he didn’t mean it that way, he was just being honest, but I can still feel beads of moisture trickling down my thighs.

He bends over and bites my shoulder while he fucks me with his finger.

“Mmm,” I encourage him. “It feels good.” It does. The burning has turned into a different kind of heat. I crave that friction, rocking up against him for more.

He withdraws his finger right when really good things are starting to happen and the lube he drips all over me nearly feels cold in comparison.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” He stresses that because he just asked me.

“I’m sure, sure .”

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and guides me off getting my feet flat on the floor. My knees press up against the mattress and my whole top half bends over it. I spread my arms out in front of me for balance.

This is totally the best yoga pose of the day.

He uses the rest of the lube, then slicks his hand down his length. He’s so thick and long, so hard already, but I can practically watch him swelling in his hand as he touches himself. My mouth waters as his cock leaks all over his hand.

He notches himself at my back entrance. As he starts to push in, I realize just how small I am in comparison.

“You’re going to have to talk me through this, Willa. Just say something so I know you’re okay.”

Am I okay? His cock presses in agonizingly slowly, stretching me nearly beyond what I can bear. It’s straight pain, the burn screaming through my limbs. I know it will get better, but holy shit, I don’t know if I can handle the first few minutes. I probably should have asked for more of a warmup, but I’m not going to ask now. I know I’ll be alright.

He freezes. “Willa?”

“I’m okay.” Even to me, my voice is strained. I’m too tense. I relax myself, melting into the bed and breathing. Some of the burn dissipates immediately.

“How okay?”

“Enough okay that I want you to keep going until you explode inside of me and fill me up with your cum.”

He grasps my hips, going so rigid and tense that I know he’s trying to master his control and not plow into me.

He doesn’t say anything, but his breathing slows down. I wonder if he’s counting it out in his head.

It’s probably not a good idea to reach between our legs and grab his balls, but I’ll do that later, when I’m sure that I’ll survive it.

He still hasn’t moved, not even when I try to ease back. “I could really use with a good filling before you get to the pounding.”

He snorts, laughs, and coughs. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I- kind of am, I guess. I hope you meant to be funny.”

“You don’t have to worry. It feels good. I mean, I feel full , but it’s good. It hurts a little bit, but there’s this point where it stops feeling like you can’t do it, and it switches over to where your whole body is begging for more.”

“Play with your clit,” he commands, reaching down deep to come up with some of his own bossy. I like it.

I like it even more when I obey him, my fingers circling the swollen bud gently. It sends cool shivers of pleasure out to mingle with the hot heat from my ass.

It only gets hotter as Atlas pushes in a little bit more. I breathe through it, breathe and breathe and breathe until he bottoms out inside of me.

He pants behind me, ready to let loose, but giving me time to adjust. He pulls out as slowly as he pushed inside and then gives me every thick, hard inch of his cock again.

“You have no idea how hot this looks from my point of view. You’re taking this cock so well in your tight ass.”

“Mmm, very good! You get an A for quick learning. I like your dirty talk game. More.”

“I love how your ass swallows my cock.”

I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing, but the filthiest heat also spreads through me.

As he starts to move slowly, I slip my fingers down and play with my soaking folds. It’s overstimulating to touch myself like this, but I love it too. I thought I was drunk before, but I had no idea. I’m drunk now. Intoxicated on the delicious grunts and feral sounds that Atlas makes. On the slick slap of our sweaty skin coming together. I want to hear his balls smacking against my ass he’s fucking me so hard. I hope he works himself up into that.

My ass is full, but I feel so empty that I slip two fingers into my channel. The one arm I’m balancing on strains with the effort of holding myself up.

“Fuck, babe. Are you… fuck .”

“Am I fucking myself onto my fingers while you fill me from behind? Yes. It’s divine. I’ve never been so full in my life. You know what though? My hand shouldn’t have all the fun.”

His heaving breaths turn into wheezes as I grasp his hand on my hip and bring it around. He tries to use just one, but I press two together. His fingers are so much thicker than mine when he buries them inside of me.

I’ve reached that sweet point where it’s all pleasure. Mind numbing, overwhelming, savage pleasure. The friction, the burn, the heady white hot pleasure is almost more than I can stand. It’s almost frightening to be this full, knowing that when my climax comes, it’s going to hit so hard that it could tear me apart.

“So good, Willa. It’s so good.”

“Yes,” I hiss between clamped teeth. “So, so good.”

“I love how tight your ass is. How it clenches all over my dick while you ride my fingers. You’re so gorgeous, taking all of me like that.”

Again, Atlas gets an A. He gets an A for everything he’s doing to me too. All I can do is rock back and forth and meet his every stroke while the pleasure builds and builds. Okay, so maybe I’m thrashing here, pinned down and still trying to move to get to where I need to get, all while fearing arriving there because it’s going to break me the fuck in half.

“You’re such a good girl, should I let you come?”

I’m not sure that he has any say in it. I’m not sure that I do either. It’s going to happen, the heat coiling like smoke off a fire.

He takes me by surprise when he pinches my clit while he’s hammering into me, driving in with his fingers and his cock. My climax hits me like a force that has previously been unknown to me. I can’t even describe it, it’s so powerful. There aren’t words. Just sensation, just wave after wave. I’m drenched in it, ground into dirt and lifted high into the sky. I have no air, no words, no thoughts. Just the pleasure that is so hot and hard and painful and transcendent.

I shake until I could rattle apart with it, until my teeth are knocking together and my bones feel disjointed. My skin is an inferno. I’m slick and drenched with sweat, my muscles aching from my effort to not truly fly apart.

“So perfect,” Atlas hums. I hear him and can piece together his words when I crash back into my body. “So incredible. I’m going to come for you.”

He doesn’t fill up my ass like he said he would do. He pulls out and jacks his cock before spraying splashes of come all over my back, my hips, my ass, all the way up my neck and into my hair.

We’re both sweaty, slicked up, and shaking with the aftershocks of bliss as Atlas picks me up, smearing his come all over the both of us. He carries me honeymoon style into the bathroom and gets the shower going. This motel is okay, which means the shower is solidly midgrade, but I give it props for being just big enough for the both of us to get in together if we squish.

I love being squished up against this man.

He waits for a good while before he dares to set me down on my feet. He intrinsically knows that my legs are basically little better than gummy candies at this point.

The spray feels alarmingly good against my muscles. Atlas made it just hot enough, and he positioned me down in front of him so that I get almost all of it.

I stand under it until my whole body is soaked. Atlas isn’t getting much water, but he makes up for it by stripping my soaked bra away and latching his mouth to my nipples one after the other, then licking along my shoulders, collarbones, and neck. I just came harder than I ever have, but his hot mouth on my body makes me want to test the limits of what my body is actually capable. Given that I’d like to be able to walk so that I can operate the store tomorrow, it’s probably not a good idea.

As a distraction, I maneuver him around, into the spray. When his hair is soaked, I get the little green bottle of motel shampoo and empty most of it into my hand.

It’s labelled green tea and aloe vera, and it smells quite accurate. I apply the whole thing to Atlas’ hair, lathering it and massaging my fingers into the scalp until he’s practically purring.

“If I had known that showering was this good with you, I would have done it a long time ago.”

I agree, but I tell him with a kiss, stroking my tongue into his mouth until we’re both panting.

“My only regret is that this isn’t your shower and that I’m not going to smell like strawberries, like you always do after we’re done.”

I laugh, dipping him back under the spray to rinse out the suds that are starting to leak onto his face. “You’d go around smelling like strawberries? Just for the record, I think that’s the most ‘secure in your manhood’ statement that I’ve ever heard.”

Just over the noise of the water running, I can hear the faint tinkling sound of my phone. I ignore it and so does Atlas. I conditioner his hair, treating him to the same scalp massage that makes him purr. He turns around after and I get a good view of his healing back, which makes my throat close up and my chest get those painful tingles. I’m so proud of him for doing this. For trusting me, for talking to me, for coming here, for facing this with courage. I hate that he suffered for so long, but I can’t undo that for him. I can only move forward.

My phone goes off again, and this time, it’s joined by Atlas’ phone. His rings for longer and then starts up again.

He frowns. “Shit. That’s probably the club. There could be something wrong if both our phones are going off.”

Worry immediately swamps me. The first thing I think of is Lynette and Bullet. I nearly fall out of the shower, trying to push the glass door out of the way. Atlas catches me, wraps me up in a towel, and tries to fit the other remaining one around his hips. It looks like a hand towel on him, but he ignores it, dripping water all over the place as he goes to get his phone.

“It’s Wizard,” he tells me, popping back into the doorway with his phone. “I’ll call him back. He was probably just calling you looking for me, but I’ll find out.”

He dials and Wizard must answer right away. “Hey,” Atlas says. “I’m with Willa. We’re in a private place. Are you okay me putting you on speaker?”

Wizard must agree, because Atlas flicks a button and Wizard’s voice fills up the bathroom.

“I was just wondering how long you guys were going to be in Seattle?”

“Uh… I’m not sure. What’s up?”

“The security cameras at Agatha’s place all went out. I called her because that’s a big fucking red flag and she apologized, the power pole in her yard is having issues. She’s called a few times, but the company is being a dog about sending anyone out. if you live rural, no one gives two fucks. I wanted to send someone out there immediately to check on her, but she says she’s fine. Her exact words were, ‘I don’t wish to be kidnapped and taken from my goddamn home whether it’s for my goddamn own good or not.’”

Atlas and I share a loaded look that speaks volumes about what we’d like to do to power companies that ignore little old ladies in distress.

“Do you want us to stop by? We could leave pretty quickly,” Atlas asks.

This . This is the reason that I love him so much. His selflessness. He’s always willing to help others, putting them before himself every single time.

I need to make sure that he knows that selfcare is important too, but I’ll also always cherish the goodness that radiates out of him and makes the world a far, far better place for his being here.

I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my chin against his shoulder, hopefully conveying silently just how much I cherish him.

“That would be great. She also told me if it was anyone, send Willa and her attractive young hottie. And then she laughed and said of course she knows your name is Atlas and she’s certainly not trying to steal you from Willa, but she wouldn’t mind ogling you working those security cameras a little, and asked me if I could blame an old lady for wanting to have a smidge of fun before she expires from her boring, humdrum existence.”

We haven’t told anyone that we’re together, but there’s a good chance that Wizard might have seen us on the security footage from the shop. Even the way we look at each other, or how close we stand together is a dead giveaway. My pulse still kicks up, but Atlas doesn’t seem rattled.

“We’ll be happy to stop in.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your trip. If it’s an issue, I can call her back and convince her to let someone else come out there.”

“It’s not an interruption. We were finishing up anyway.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yes.” He turns, wraps his arms around me and drops a kiss on my wet hair that just about melts me into a puddle of liquid goo. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Great. Can’t wait to see it.”

It meaning the bike we were supposed to be here buying.

“Yeah. I’ll get it home eventually,” Atlas responds, and that’s the truth. He does want to buy a bike that we can ride together . One day, I know it will be a reality for us.

“Thanks man. I owe you.”

“Not at all.”

“Tyrant mentioned that he has someone who he’s thinking about getting in here to help me with all this. Said you asked him about it.”

“I didn’t mean that you weren’t doing a good job. I just can’t imagine how all that work would do your head in. I—”

“You’re fucking right about that. I’m so overwhelmed I don’t know what’s up or fucking down or sideways, or whatever damn direction.” Wizard laughs tonelessly and for the first time, I can hear the smallest amount of stress creeping into his tone. “Thanks for having my back. This is one part of the club that’s vital, but everyone takes for granted. Thanks for seeing me, kid.”

“I’m not that much younger than you.”

“Right. Well, thanks.”

“Yeah. No problem. I hope you get help soon. Until then, my offer still stands to help out myself. Or even after.”

“Thanks again. Be safe.” That added warning causes the hair to stand up on the back of my neck, even though it’s irrational.

“For sure.” Atlas’ response is so easy before he hangs up, that I relax. That slightly creepy feeling is nothing. He’s always on my wavelength though. He tips my face up. “That be safe probably just meant that an old lady with a bunch of grenades ominously stored away might be a wild time. I’m sorry that I didn’t ask you if it was okay with you that we stop there. I just assumed that-”

“It’s perfectly okay! I should have driven out before now. We’ll get dressed and go.”

“But the booking—”

“We already paid upfront, so I’m sure it’s okay to check out early. Emergencies happen.”

He kisses me and then picks up my soggy bra off the floor and holds it out like an apology.

“I have a change of clothes. It’s all good.”

He opens his mouth like he wants to say something. Comically, I do too. And we both say nothing. We just give each other soft, connected smiles that speak so much more than even the best of words ever could.