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Story: The Grump Next Door (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #1)
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ATLAS
I strode into the bedroom behind Sutton, her ass swaying the entire way.
Taunting me, just like she’d been doing all night.
Just like she’d been doing since the day she walked into my life.
“So, you decided to be a brat tonight. Is that right?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, tossing me a smile as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“I went to the homecoming game, kissed my boyfriend in front of the entire stadium, and cheered for the home team.”
“Uh-huh. And then you sent that boyfriend a text that made him think about your pretty cunt stuffed with a toy while he stood out there in front of half the town.”
She braced her hands behind her and tipped her head to the side as she stared at me.
“Should I not have done that?”
“I could’ve gone the rest of my life without my assistant coach seeing the outline of my cock in my pants, but you made that impossible.”
“Sorry?”
“Was that a question?”
“Kind of. Because I’m not actually sorry, but I feel like you really want me to be.”
“What I want you to be is begging. And you’re going to be by the end of the night. Go get your toy.”
She raised a brow at me.
“If you want to play so bad, you go get the toy.”
This fucking woman was going to make me lose my goddamn mind.
I strode to my closet and pulled out several ties before tossing them on the bed.
“Chapter forty-seven in the book you read last week. Green or red?”
She darted her gaze down to the pile of ties before lifting her eyes to meet mine, and there was no denying the interest in their depths.
“Green.”
“I was hoping you were going to say that.”
I reached behind my head and grabbed the neck of my half-zip before tugging it off and tossing it aside.
I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy how her gaze raked across me, the hunger unmistakable in her eyes.
My body had always been built for function.
I’d worked hard for it, crafted it into a finely tuned machine in order to perform my job better.
But even earning a multimillion-dollar paycheck had nothing on the feeling in my chest when Sutton looked at me like I was the best thing she’d ever seen.
It made every ounce of hard work worth it a thousand times over.
“You’ve got two choices tonight, trouble.” I braced my hands on either side of her hips and leaned forward until our noses were nearly touching.
“You can be a good girl for me and be undressed with your arms above your head by the time I get back in here.”
“And if I don’t want to be a good girl tonight?”
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging until she let out a soft whimper.
“If you’re not undressed, I’ll take that to mean you want to continue being a little brat. In which case, I’m going to use every single toy in your arsenal until your entire body feels like a live wire and you can’t take any more. I won’t stop until you’re fucking begging for it.”
She hummed, her eyes dancing with mischief.
“That’s quite a decision I need to make.”
“What’s it going to be?”
She lifted a single shoulder in a shrug.
“Go get my toys, and you’ll find out.”
Except I didn’t have to find out.
I already knew what she was going to choose.
I could tell by the spark of challenge in her eyes.
But I couldn’t say that I would mind.
Not when she was wearing a jersey with my name on it.
It wouldn’t exactly be a hardship to fuck her in it.
I strode into the guest bedroom, headed for the nightstand, and pulled the top drawer out completely.
She didn’t have a ton of battery-operated friends—a small bullet vibrator, a clit suction toy, a combination G-spot/clit stimulator, and a vibe meant for double penetration.
When I made my way back into the bedroom, I found her exactly how I expected.
Sitting in the same place, her hands braced behind her on the bed, a smirk shot in my direction.
The little shit hadn’t even taken off her socks.
“I was hoping you’d choose this.” I tossed the drawer onto the bed, making the mattress bounce, Sutton’s tits jostling with the movement.
“I won’t feel so bad about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
“Promises, promises.”
Slipping my hand under her jersey, I glided it up her abdomen, my fingers meeting nothing but bare skin.
I brushed a thumb over her nipple before tugging it hard enough to draw a gasp from her.
“Bare tits again, trouble? That tells me you were planning on being a brat before you even left the house.”
“The thought crossed my mind.” She hooked a leg around me, tugging me into the cradle of her thighs.
“Now, what are you going to do about it, big guy?”
“Have some fun.” I slipped my arm from beneath her shirt and pressed against her chest until she collapsed back on the bed.
She stared up at me with a coy little smile that made my dick even harder than it already was.
“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.”
I pulled off each of her socks before undoing her jeans.
I tugged them and her panties down until she was lying there with nothing but my jersey rucked up around her hips.
“I said I was going to have fun. You, on the other hand, might shed some tears by the time I’m done.”
I made quick work of the ties, binding her hands together above her and securing them to the headboard, her legs spread and hooked to the bottom corners of the bed.
And still, she smirked.
“I’m surprised you left the shirt on.”
I stood at the foot of the bed, the drawer of toys within reach, and glanced up the length of Sutton’s body.
To her strong legs, that already wet pussy, those lush hips, and then the rest of her hidden beneath a jersey bearing my name.
“I want to know you’re wearing my name when I’m making you come for the tenth time.”
She breathed out a laugh and shook her head.
“Ten is a little ambitious, even for you.”
“We’ll see.”
The first one came easy.
She was so worked up, she shot off in under a minute when I pressed the bullet vibrator straight against her clit.
Two, three, and four came from my fingers and my tongue, unable to stop myself from licking up the evidence of her pleasure.
Five and six came from the clit suction toy, a handy little thing I was going to love using on her while I was inside.
I knew it couldn’t compare to my mouth.
But it would allow her the best of both worlds without inviting someone else in, because fuck knew I’d never share.
Seven, eight, and nine came from the double penetration vibrator, the larger curved end deep in her cunt, and the smaller, shorter dildo buried in her ass.
“There you go,” I said, feeling like a goddamn king as I watched her come apart for me again.
“Did that feel good?”
“Atlas, please,” she rasped.
She’d screamed her way through so many orgasms, her voice was rough and low, the sound only making my cock harder.
“Please, what?” I asked, pulling the vibrator from her before tossing it into the drawer with the others.
“I need…” She trailed off, shaking her head as much as she could with her arms bound above her.
“I don’t know. I just need …”
I stood from the bed, undoing my jeans before shoving them and my boxer briefs off.
Climbing back on the bed, I settled between her spread legs and rubbed my hand over her drenched pussy, absolutely loving the whimper she couldn’t seem to help.
“You feel how messy I made you?” I used the wetness I’d gathered on my hand to grip my cock, stroking down to the base before circling the head.
“I could finish just like this. Jerk off with every drop of your orgasms and paint you with my come.”
She whimpered again, but this time, I heard only disappointment in the sound.
“What’s the matter, baby? You need something?”
“Your cock,” she said, her eyes locked on it as I stroked my fist up and down the shaft.
I’d been hard as fuck for almost two hours while I’d tortured her, and I was ready to blow.
But I had no intention of coming anywhere but deep inside her snug little cunt.
“The toys are nice to play with for some fun. But they don’t give you what you need anymore, do they? They don’t fill you up like I can.”
“No, they don’t. Please , Atlas.”
“You’re lucky I’m desperate to make you come for that lofty tenth orgasm on my cock, all while you’re wearing my name.” I scooted forward on my knees, draping her legs over mine, and pressed my cock against her, gliding it through her slit.
“And I already told you, I love it when my brat begs.”
Unable to wait even a second longer, I guided my cock down to her entrance and thrust deep, groaning at the hot fist of her pussy.
“Oh god,” Sutton choked out as she arched beneath me.
Curling my body over hers, I slid my hand up to cup her throat and brought my face down to hers.
Her panting breaths swept across my mouth, her gasps music to my ears.
“It better be my name you say tonight, trouble. Not God’s.” I tightened my grip on her throat, using it as leverage to fuck into her faster, deeper, the bed rattling with my efforts.
“It’s not God who’s going to make you come on his cock, is it?”
“No,” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering closed as her hands twitched above her.
As if she wanted to reach for me.
As if she needed to feel me like I had the pleasure of feeling every inch of her.
I sank inside her over and over as I brought my lips down to her ear.
Against it, I murmured, “Whose cock are you going to come on?”
“Yours,” she said on a moan, her pussy already tightening around me, her legs shaking against my hips.
“That’s right. My bratty girl is going to do exactly what she said she wouldn’t, isn’t she?”
Her only response was a whimper, her breaths growing more ragged each time I filled her.
“Give it to me. Let me feel this perfect cunt come around me. And it better be my name you scream as you do it.”
I thrust deep, grinding against her clit, and she detonated, doing exactly what I’d told her to.
The sound of her screaming my name echoed off the walls while her pussy pulsed around me, her body quaking with the waves of her orgasm.
But I wasn’t done.
As desperately as I wanted to fill her up, to come as deep inside her as I could, I also wanted to prove that not only could I get her where she didn’t think she could go, I could go even further.
I released my grip on her throat before untying her bound wrists from the headboard.
Immediately, she held me tightly, tugging my face down for a kiss while I continued rocking into her.
After pulling her onto my lap, I reached back and untied her ankles, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She rolled her hips, soft and subtle, just the barest of movements, thanks to how I’d wrung out her body tonight.
She held me as close as she could, pulling away just long enough to whisper, “I want you to come for me.”
“You first.” I gripped her hips, guiding her forward and back in my lap, working her swollen clit against me with every motion.
“No, Atlas.” She shook her head, exhaustion and need warring in her eyes.
“I… I can’t?—”
“You can.” I kissed across her jaw, scraping my teeth over her earlobe.
Against the shell of her ear, I murmured, “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just one more.”
It said a hell of a lot that instead of pushing back or fighting me about it, she simply melted into my touch.
She allowed me to move her exactly how I wanted, her nails digging into my back as I bounced her on my cock.
Her cunt squeezed me like a vise grip, tightening around me until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Wasn’t sure how long I could balance on the precipice while I was buried inside the sweetest heaven I’d ever known.
“Fuck,” she choked out before reaching a hand between us, rubbing fast circles on her clit.
Seeming just as desperate as I was, she ground down hard, taking me as deep as she could, and let loose a low moan.
“There’s my greedy fucking girl. Show me how much you want my come.”
“ Yes .” She locked her eyes on mine, bringing our lips together as she whispered, “Come with me, Atlas.”
I growled against her mouth, holding her tight as I drove upward to meet her frantic movements.
The sound of her ragged breathing combined with how tight she was squeezing me only pushed me that much closer to the edge, my muscles tensing in an effort to hold back.
With a loud cry, she tossed her head back as she shattered around me, and I finally let go.
I gripped her hips, working her up and down my length in a few quick strokes, before exploding inside her.
Minutes passed as we stayed tangled together, our skin cooling in the aftermath.
I pressed my lips to her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat and the tears she hadn’t been able to hold back, breathing in the scent that was uniquely hers.
Loving that my whole fucking bedroom smelled like it.
I used to like my space.
Used to like that I came back to this empty house, by myself.
That no one was here to bother me.
But in a few short weeks, all that had changed.
Now, I wanted Sutton in my bed every night.
I wanted to eat breakfast with her daughter every morning.
I didn’t want my space.
I wanted them .
And that was a fucking problem.
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