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Atlas

M y arms are stretched overhead. I can feel the slight pull in my shoulders and the strain in my armpits and muscles.

I crack my light into the watery dark, immediately alert.

I’m also aware that I’m tied to the wrought iron gothic shaped headboard. It’s a wicked thing, with scary points and beautifully worked designs. It had to be custom fitted to the bedframe to make it work. I know, because I made it work.

I strain against the silk bindings, planting my feet and arching my back to look overhead.

Silk ?

They’re bright red, lopped around both my wrists, branching to either side of the headboard.

What the hell is going on, and what the hell is happening with my body? My daily level of anxiety is ten times what I feel right now. I’m not caged or trapped. Tied, yes, but I know that if I wanted to, I could get out of it, or I could call out and Willa would free me. It’s weird and unexpected, but it’s not… bad.

“Please don’t go wild and destroy that headboard.”

Willa appears from the bathroom, freshly showered. Her hair is still wet and bunched together. She’s makeup free, and wearing an oversized t-shirt.

Deciding I need to tackle the elephant in the room I ask, “Why am I tied up?” I drop back down instead of straining, easing my legs back to the sheets.

She purses her lips in deep thought, “Experimental purposes.”

“What?”

“Not like that.” She laughs, and it’s hard to stay worried when her eyes twinkle like that. “The point isn’t to hurt you. It’s to make you feel good. To figure out some things you like that you might not have known.”

“I’m sorry, but pegging isn’t high up on my list. If other people like it, that’s fine. It’s just… not that I’ve done it, but I already know that I don’t want to.”

I can see her nipples through the t-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, but is she wearing panties? I suddenly get a mental image of her sitting on my face while I’m tied up and letting me feast on her sweet pussy. The sheet is draped over my waist, but when I glance down, I can see the hard outline of my dick straining against my boxers and that thin white cotton.

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you going to feed me tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Then no. Choking and dying also isn’t high up on my list of fun activities. Also, no candle wax, whips, or chains.”

She laughs again, the soft sound coming back even gentler against the walls and ceilings. “Noted. Ice?”

“Your mouth.” I don’t know why I just said that. I really should be demanding she untie me. I should find my clothes and list off all the reasons this can’t happen again.

Instead, I’m lying here, hoping that this ends with me buried balls deep inside her sweet, snug pussy.

“I can give you my mouth. With pleasure.” She walks over to the tall dresser first and starts rummaging through the top drawer. When she leans over, I can see her ass as the fabric of her t-shirt clings to her lush frame. I smile at the thought of what other surprises lie beneath.

The smile drops away quickly when she straightens up and I see the clamps she has in her hand. “No. No way.”

“Relax. These are for me.”

She slips one under her t-shirt, and then the other. It’s so much hotter that I can’t see what she’s doing, but now I know that she’s wearing them. The outline is clear under the thin fabric.

My dick kicks, dampening my boxers so the fabric clings to the head.

Willa walks over silently to the bed and slips on top of me. She straddles me without putting her weight down. It’s a good thing that she tied me up, or I’d end this torture now by notching my cock to her entrance and slamming home.

She arches her back and kisses my abs, her lips shockingly hot even though this room is far from cold. Her ass stays in the air, the t-shirt riding up to reveal a strip of hot pink lace bisecting the round cheeks.

I recall very vividly what she said about taking my cock in her asshole last night. My muscles tense, a tremble shooting through me.

Her lips skate over my nipple, her tongue circling it. They’re far too sensitive to clamp them. I probably would have shot my load right into my boxers if she tried.

She’s delighted by that discovery and does it again, lightly, her hot breath painting my skin.

She doesn’t focus on them long, but I’m still gritting my teeth against the shivers. She moves to my neck, kissing and licking before she scrapes her teeth against my stubbled jaw. I haven’t shaved since yesterday morning. She nuzzles her cheek against it, humming under her breath at the burn.

She licks the shell of my ear before nibbling the lobe. My cock jumps and my balls ache at how hard I am. I suck a deep breath of air and get the tropical coconut of freshly showered Willa.

“Fuck,” I groan as her wet hair slips over my chest, panting trails of moisture that she licks up, before going back to using her tongue and hot mouth against my nipple. “Take me out.” Great. I’ve been reduced to practically begging. “I want you to ride me.”

“Mmm. Your cock or your face?”

It’s so hot that she asks this without even blushing. She’s comfortable with her body in a way that I’m not. It sounds insane, I know. Even before I found out about that shit last summer, I was never entirely at home in my own skin. No man would admit that, and it certainly never made me less manly in the sack, but I don’t know that I could say the things Willa does with that same level of confidence.

I’m also insanely fucking nervous about this.

I’m afraid that I’ll get it wrong. Not in here, but after. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m terrified of the aftermath. I don’t want to live in a world where Willa can’t be a friend. I didn’t even realize before these past few days, just how deeply she’s become a part of me. I didn’t realize just how unique she was. If I lose her, it would be a cut so deep that I might bleed out.

“Atlas?” She scrapes her teeth over my nipple. I tremble so hard the whole bed rattles. “One day, you can tie me up. You can fuck my mouth and come all over my breasts and then feed it to me. Every drop.”

I gape at her. “Are you serious?”

Her wry smile has just enough of a tilt to it that I honestly don’t know, and she’s not going to tell me. She’s playful, even if she is, and I need that. I need that laughing, sweet side of her.

“I’m serious about sitting on your face.”

I could break these ties without much effort, but I enjoy the heady delight that darkens her eyes. I love the shadow of pleasure that creeps over her lovely features at being the one in control right now.

“T-shirt on or off?”

“On.” Mostly because if I see her breasts while I’m doing this, there’s no way that I’m going to not nut in my boxers.

“Panties on or off?”

“On, but move them to the side after.”

“I’m so wet already,” she whispers as she arranges her legs over my face. She digs her feet in under my shoulders to fit between my spread arms. “I’m already turned on thinking about this that I’ll probably come. Is that okay?”

“Are you going to soak my face?”

She considers that. “Probably.”

“Then yes. Yes, that’s more than okay.”

She sinks down slowly, lifting her t-shirt so that it skims her creamy thighs. I love that she’s so curvy. I love her muscles and the power in her body, her tiny waist and full ass, her heavy breasts.

The scent of her so close, freshly showered but still deliciously her, ramps me up. I get that same burst of adrenaline that I used to get stepping onto the field before a big game.

I should go slow, but I latch my mouth onto the lace of her panties, sucking the wet fabric, pulling at them with my teeth like a beast so that I can get to her bare skin. She’s smooth all over, and when she slips one hand down and brushes her panties aside, parting herself so I can see how swollen and pink she is, drenched for me, my brain pretty much explodes in my skull.

I run my tongue down her slit, lapping at her, so eager to get to her entrance and be inside of her.

She’s eager too. She grinds against my face, whimpering. “That feels so good. So incredible. You eating my pussy has just moved up on the list of my top ten favorite things.”

“What are the others?” I say against her heated skin.

“Finding a good treasure while picking, fries with extra salty gravy, spending time with family, going for a ride on your bike with you when you get a different one, driving in your mustang, getting up for a beautiful sunrise or staying up late for a spectacular sunset, trying a new flavor of ice cream, having you balls deep inside me in every way…”

“Fucking god, you’re going to kill me.”

“Yeah,” she pants. “Hold on. Can I try something?”

“That sounds dangerous.”

She giggles. “I just want to taste you too. I know it’s so retro to do that, but I happen to like vintage things.”

I finally understand what she’s getting at, the good old sixty-nine. “If you do that, there’s no way I’m going to last.”

My dick is practically tearing out of my boxers to think of her sweet lips wrapped around my shaft, taking me deep into her throat again.

“I’d like to come together,” she whispers, like she’s not talking about sucking my cock until I blow. She sits down on my face, rubbing her sensitive skin against my stubble. “Mmm. I like the way that feels. Will you bite my thighs and make them burn before you make me come?”

She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask me for it. She doesn’t make me guess or take the lead. She’s not afraid of her desires. I might be scared of the aftermath, but I can’t not do this. I couldn’t stop it last night. The thought of having wild, exploratory, creative sex with Willa is like a new form of artistry that I haven’t explored. The mystery is there, the allure captivating me so that I want to throw everything I am into the discovery and mastery of it.

She’s already turning, whipping off her t-shirt.

I groan loudly at the sight of her heavy breasts, her dark nipples squeezed tightly in the clamps.

I nearly die for real as she arches back, her perfect ass so near my face, the lace scrap of her panties bisecting her swollen lips.

“Hold on. I need my hands and you don’t have any right now.” She shimmies out of those panties carefully, then arches back like a cat to work my boxers down. “Ouch,” she sighs in sympathy. “That morning wood looks extremely painful.” She makes that same sigh against my cockhead next.

My dick kicks hard in her hand, my balls drawing up tight, all my muscles contracting.

She puts as much of it in her mouth as she can before she glides back to my face.

I abandon caution altogether, doing what she asked and scraping my teeth along her tender skin, rubbing my jaw anywhere I can reach, before latching my mouth to the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted and eating her like a fucking animal.

She rolls her hips while she locks her lips tightly around my dick, her tongue doing things to me that I could only dream of. She fucks my face, rocking back and forth, her whole body a wave of movement.

“Yeah,” she hisses around my shaft. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re good. Your tongue. I love your mouth. I love the sounds you make.”

I’m not quiet about it, that’s for sure. I’m also not still. My hips arch up off the bed, thrusting into her mouth, but that only intensifies her movements. She hums and whimpers around me, sucking my cock noisily while I eat her just as loudly.

“Oh god,” she cries a few minutes later. “Oh god, oh, oh . I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard with these clamps on and your cock in my mouth and your tongue buried inside of me. I want to wait for you. Are you close?”

“I’m dying trying to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back. Please come. Come with me. I want to taste you. I’ve been dying all night, fucking aching and throbbing imagining how good this would be.”

Her words tip me over the edge. My balls are like stones and my dick is so hard that when it blows, it’s painful. I can’t control the kick of my hips or pleasure and pain detonating through me. I have to just let it happen, the grenade rippling through me, breaking me apart. I pant and roar and latch my mouth back to her pussy and eat her until she’s writhing and shattering, breaking apart as violently as I’m still breaking. I’m still coming, my cock kicking again and again, until I’m worried that I might actually black out for a second fucking time in two days.

I love the taste of Willa, how she does soak my face, not just my mouth, but drenches my chin too.

I lick her through her climax, unwilling to let her go until she squirms away, whimpering. She falls to the bed beside me, panting.

“Wow. Oh my fucking god, just… wow.” She puts her hand up in the air in that hold on, I’m still alive, I just need a minute, gesture. “I- holy shit, I’m so boneless. Are you okay?”

It’s a funny question, but then I realize that I am. I’m okay. For a few minutes there, I was taken completely out of myself. It was just Willa and me and nothing else existed.

I must look like a hot mess, trussed up, my face slick with her juices, my hair probably a wreck from sleep, my cock… I let my eyes travel down slowly. My cock is still hard, but not like blunt force object hard.

“I’m hungry,” I admit.

“We just ate.” Willa finds her bones, scrambling up and poking me in the side, grinning deviously at her wicked joke. “Okay, well, you just chill and I’ll go make us breakfast.”

She takes the nipple clamps off and scoops up her t-shirt, walking away from the bed, way down to the other side of the big open space, to her kitchen.

“Willa!” I rattle the headboard as I strain on the ties. They’re actually tighter than I thought. I might indeed pull the bed apart before I break them.

She turns, laughing. “I’m just joking. I’m not going to leave you like that.” She skips back, a soft pink blush on her face that I’m responsible for. It looks good on her. Really fucking good. So do her shimmering eyes and her swollen lips.

She bends over me, dragging her breasts right near my face as she unties my hand. As soon as it’s free, I bury my tingling fingers in her hair and drag her face to mine. I kiss her brutally, the salt of me and her musk mingling on our lips. It’s the most questionable and probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I certainly never thought that tasting myself secondhand would be a turn on.

“Don’t do that,” she begs against my lips. “I’m not going to leave here and do anything else. Breakfast. Unpacking the truck. I only have so much time today, and we should go and get your bike. The list is long.” I kiss her again and despite her protests, she throws herself into it. “Stop!” She rips her mouth from mine, laughing. “I’m serious. If you continue that, I’m going to jump straight on top of you and ride you until I’m chaffing and useless for the day.”

“I could always fuck your beautiful ass.” I can hardly believe I just said that.

On the dirty talk scale, I have to admit that my game is weak. My face heats just saying it. Second admission- I have never done that .

She leans way over me, untying me other hand. “That sir, will have to wait. For one, I have no lube. For two, I would definitely not be doing any unloading after you wrecked me with that beast you’re rocking.” My hand finally comes free, and while I rub feeling back into it, she stamps a soft kiss on my mouth. “Feel free to shower while I cook you eggs and bacon.”

“I don’t have a spare set of boxers.”

“Hmm.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug while trying to control her wry grin. “Guess you’ll just have to go commando. If your jeans rub you wrong, I can always kiss it better for you later.”

My cock visibly kicks at that idea, but thankfully, Willa is already sauntering off. No one should make a t-shirt look that sexy.

I drop my head back to the pillow and cover my face with my hands.

Fuck.

In a single morning, my control has been utterly shattered. The worst part is, I can’t even say that I regret this, and if asked, I will certainly do it again. My heart pounds heavily, my chest closing in. It’s hard to put yourself in someone’s hands after being smashed apart. I know I’m offering glued together pieces, but Willa knows that. I was the one holding her last night, but I have no doubt that the second I fell asleep, she probably stayed up and kept watch over me like danger was barreling down on us. I’m the man, the traditional protector, but last night, Willa offered me comfort. She offered me closeness, intimacy, compassion and understanding.

I don’t know if I was ready to give it all up and have so much to lose, but here I am.

I push up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. It was the only actual room in the whole top floor. We renovated it, since it was sporting some horrendous panel board, and of course Willa chose seafoam green salvaged tile and a mint green sink to match. She even found a green toilet, though not in the exact right shade.

I crank the spray on and step into the glass enclosure.

When the emotion hits, it’s like a landslide, crashing down on me and crushing me. The inevitable comedown and fallout. My eyes burn and my temples throb. For all intents and purposes, I fucked a very good friend. The best female friend I’ve ever had. A sister of one of my club brother’s old lady. I have trespassed in every single way, when I had no idea I even wanted to do it or that I was ready, and damn me to hell and fucking back again, I’m not sorry. What I’m sorry about is that I did this without her knowing the real me. I’ve trusted her with many things, but not with what’s going on in my head. I feel like throwing up as the weight of it all settles on my shoulders.

Willa raps her knuckles against the closed wood door. Another incredible salvage item she found, complete with the original glass doorknob.

Everything I touch in here has her touch all over it. Her passion. Her joy.

I want to get out of this shower and lose myself in her again. Fuck her on the floor while the breakfast burns to a crisp.

“Are you freaking out in there, or are you having a nice shower?”

Jesus, how does she know ? I actually crane my head up to check for cameras, but that’s insane. There are none in the bathroom or anywhere in her living space. She was adamant about that with Wizard, when he installed the security around the building.

“I…” I really hope that Wizard was preoccupied and didn’t hear or see anything on the cameras last night until we got up here where it was private. Even if he did, what’s he going to do?

This is only taboo in my own head.

Or until Bullet comes to hang me up by my balls, but if that’s what he feels he needs to do, I’ll hear his threats out.

“It’s okay, Atlas. Everything’ll work out, I promise.”

I lean towards her soft, musical voice. I want to believe her. I really fucking do. The alternative to freaking out would be to put my faith in her and in myself, facing my fears, and building a life together.

This is just a lot in a really short amount of time. I just need a minute, as she said last night.

“Atlas?”

“I’m okay. I haven’t died or anything in here.”

“That’s fucking encouraging.” She could press, but she just proves how much she knows me by leaving it alone for now.

I can be stubborn sometimes and the only way to figure this out is for me to dig down deep and do that for myself. It’s going to take time.

“I just have one more really important question for you.”

I brace myself. “What is it?”

“Do you want your eggs fried or scrambled? I know you like to change it up.”

I put a hand on the glass and rest my forehead on it, but a tiny smile twitches over my lips, shocking the hell out of me. “Surprise me.”

As if she hasn’t already.