Atticus (steele Protectors 2)

by Carole Mortimer

  Chapter 9

  Yes!

  Jenna’s heart was now beating wildly for a different reason as Atticus laid her down on the huge bed before coming down on top of her as he continued to kiss and ravage her mouth. Lips possessing, teeth biting, and then sucking on her bottom lip, tongue like hot silk as it explored her mouth, his beard a rasp against her softer skin. And all the time, his hands roamed restlessly over the sensitive contours of the dips and hollows of her body.

  She kept her eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment as Atticus broke the kiss to rise and then lie down beside her. She looked down and watched as one of his hands now cupped her mound, palm pressing against her clit as his fingers stroked the opening of her pussy. She felt the gush of her juices wetting those blunt fingers before he spread that wetness over her nether lips and up to the pulsing nubbin above.

  “Please,” she groaned, fingers digging into his biceps as heat speared through her. “Atticus, please!”

  “Tell me what you want,” he encouraged. He slid down the bed until his face was on a level with her dripping wet pussy. “This?” His thumb pressed against her clit.

  Jenna’s body arched. “Yes!”

  “This?” His fingers stroked but didn’t breach her pussy lips.

  “God, yes!”

  He continued to caress her gushing pussy as another wet finger stroked her bottom entrance. “This?”

  It felt strange and yet oddly erotic to have him touch her there. “Yes,” she groaned. “Anything, Atticus,” she repeated.

  “Then that’s what you’re going to get.” His voice was dark with promise.

  Jenna gasped, nails digging into his flesh as his finger barely penetrated her tight opening.

  “First, I want you to come for me.” Atticus’s voice was so deep, it vibrated through her body. “Like this.” His thumb pressed and stroked her clit, one finger playing with the entrance to her pussy, another penetrating the tight muscle of her bottom. “Now, Jenna,” he instructed as his head moved up and his mouth claimed and sucked hard on one of her nipples.

  Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave, shattering her with its intensity as she literally saw stars popping and glowing behind what she realized were her tightly clenched lids.

  “Look at me,” Atticus ordered roughly, his gaze dark as the night when she did as he asked. “Before this night is over, I will have claimed you. Everywhere. Tell me again you understand what that means.”

  She couldn’t believe he was expecting her to be able to speak when her whole body was still quaking in the aftermath of her release and her mouth was completely dry. Instead, she could only nod.

  “I need the words, Jenna,” he rasped low.

  She licked her lips with what little saliva was in her mouth. “I understand.”

  “I’m not sure that you do.” His brows were low over his eyes. “I want you rough and fast. Are you ready for that?”

  Jenna quivered in anticipation, her gaze steady as she nodded. “Yes.”

  “Sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “That was your very last chance to say no.” Atticus’s eyes continued to glitter down at her as he rose onto his knees and removed his T-shirt, the dark hair visible on his bare chest above those washboard abs.

  Jenna’s heart began that wild pounding again, and her breath stuttered and started as she watched Atticus unfasten the belt and zipper on his trousers before pushing them down his muscular thighs. She stopped breathing altogether at the realization he was commando, the thick length of his cock now jutting forward and up from the thatch of dark curls at its base, his balls a heavy sac beneath.

  Jenna’s mouth watered just from looking at him in all his naked glory. Clothed, Atticus was a big and powerful man. Unclothed, he was even more so: magnificently muscular, with wide shoulders and chest, washboard abs veeing down to that gorgeous cock, each of his thighs defined with muscle and as wide as Jenna’s waist.

  She could see the inked eagle in flight on his back as he sat on the side of the bed to remove his boots, socks, and trousers. She felt Atticus’s tension as she rose to her knees to lightly trace the tattoo with her fingertips. “Did this hurt?”

  Muscles rippled as he shrugged his shoulders. “It took a while, so yes.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  Atticus turned to wrap one arm about her waist and pull her close against him. “So are you,” he murmured against her lips.

  “That might be the first compliment you’ve ever paid me.”

  He scowled. “I’ve said you’re beautiful before.”

  She nodded. “Usually not in a positive way and when you’re angry with me.”

  Atticus knew she was right. But he also knew it was because whenever he was near Jenna, he was fighting an inward battle not to take her in his arms and make love to her.

  She was his obsession, always had been.

  He’d warned her he couldn’t be gentle, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell and show her how beautiful she was, from that gorgeous red hair to the tips of her painted toenails.

  He laid her carefully back on the bed before spreading her hair out on the pillow beneath her. “This is like the sunset, red with gold and cinnamon highlights.” He ran the back of his hand lightly against the curve of her cheek. “Your skin feels like velvet, and these…” One finger stroked the freckles over her nose and cheeks. “These are what prevents you from being too perfect.”

  “Too perfect?” she breathed.

  His lips tilted into a smile as his finger lightly tapped the tip of her nose. “As does the slight tilt here.” He chuckled softly. “I love it when you stick this little nose in the air. It makes me want to warm your bottom cheeks. And these…” He sobered as his thumb lightly caressed the softness of her lips. “These are so wickedly sinful, they should carry a government health warning: may cause premature ejaculation or a heart attack if stared at for too long.” The tip of his cock was leaking pre-cum at the thought of these pouting lips stretched to their full capacity as Jenna took him in her mouth and then to the back of her throat.

  Jenna was afraid to move or speak for fear she might break the spell of having Atticus say words she had never thought to ever hear from him.

  Atticus chuckled softly as his thumb now ran along the length of her jaw and chin. “So damn stubborn.” But he sounded pleased rather than critical. “Soft and slender.” He frowned as his hand curved about the length of her throat. “I could snap this with very little difficulty.”

  But Jenna knew he wouldn’t. Atticus might be big and growly most of the time, but he would never physically hurt her.

  Her heart, however, was a totally different matter as she felt herself falling more in love with him than ever with each word he spoke.

  His hands followed his gaze as it shifted down to her shoulders and breasts. “So responsive,” he murmured with satisfaction as the lightest caress across one nipple caused it to engorge and deepen in color, a quiver running through Jenna’s body as he did the same with its twin. “I like how small this is compared to your breasts.” His large hands easily spanned her waist before moving lower to her hips. “Curvaceous and lush.” He lowered his head to place a kiss against the soft swell of her stomach.

  Jenna began to tremble as those exploring hands moved lower still.

  Atticus ran a fingertip through the curls over her mound down to the swollen lips beneath. “Still wet for me,” he murmured his approval as he lifted his glistening finger and sucked it fully into his mouth. “Fucking delicious.” Those large hands stroked down the length of her thighs to her knees and calves and the slenderness of her feet. “So sexy.” He lightly touched the red polish on her toenails.

  Jenna was a quivering mass of want, need, and desire, her whole body trembling with those emotions. “Do I get to explore you now?”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Are you kidding me?” Jenna rose up on her knees to place her hands on his shoulders. “You�
�re like a roughly hewn statue come to life, all tanned flesh over defined muscles.”

  “With an emphasis on the rough,” he drawled self-derisively, placing one bent arm beneath his head as he sprawled full length on the bed beside her. “Explore away.”

  Jenna didn’t know where to start. His face and that beard she had longed to explore with her fingers? Those wide shoulders and chest? Or maybe she should go straight for a taste of that thick cock jutting up to his navel?

  She felt like a kid in a candy store, wanting a taste of all and everything, but afraid it might all disappear before she had a chance to do that. Atticus’s moods were mercurial at best, and tonight, they were totally unpredictable.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured huskily. “I live here, remember?” he teased.

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “But you might change your mind before I have the chance to explore all of you.”

  He raised his brows. “And that would bother you?”

  Jenna rolled her eyes. “What part of ‘roughly hewn statue and tanned flesh over defined muscles’ didn’t you understand?”

  Atticus gave a rueful smile. “I promise not to move until you’ve finished exploring.”

  It was a promise he quickly came to regret over the next ten minutes of having Jenna’s hands touch him everywhere. His hair. His face. His beard. His chest. His thighs. The long length of his legs.

  But it seemed she had saved the best till last when she turned the heat of her concentration on his straining and leaking cock. She cupped his balls in her hands. Caressed the long and veiny length. The soft pad of her thumb stroking over the sensitive slit at the top and spreading the glistening pre-cum over that bulbous head. But Atticus thought he’d fucking died and gone to heaven when Jenna parted her lips to take his cockhead into the wet heat of her mouth.

  He reached out to grasp her shoulders, his hips arching up off the bed as she licked and sucked on his cockhead as if it was her favorite-flavored candy. Strawberry, if he remember correctly.

  “Fuck!” Atticus couldn’t think at all as her parted lips slid down his length and she took that cockhead to the back of her throat, fingers tightly grasping and stroking the inches her mouth couldn’t accommodate, her other hand rolling his balls. “Enough!” he finally bit out, pushing her up and away from him when he couldn’t take the torture any longer without coming in her mouth.

  Her eyes were a dark and unfocused green. “Did I hurt you?”

  He shook his head. “It’s too much. I want to be inside you when I come.” He rolled over so that Jenna now lay beside him as he reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet to take out a condom and some lube. He was going to need that where he was going. “Still want it all?” he pressed for confirmation before going any further.

  She didn’t hesitate to nod her head. “More than ever.”

  “Get on your elbows and knees,” he instructed as he rolled the condom onto his cock before adding a generous amount of lube to that and his fingers. “It will hurt less this way and keep the weight off your broken ribs,” he assured as he moved to kneel behind her, lubed fingers gently stroking between her bottom cheeks. He bent over the slender length of her back, feeling her tension as one of his fingers breached the tight ring of muscle. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”

  Jenna didn’t think her first reply, that no one had ever taken her anywhere, was the right one. She might just die if Atticus decided to stop if he knew she was a virgin everywhere. She wanted him to take her virginity. All of it. “No, but please don’t stop.” She breathed out shakily when Atticus answered her by pushing a second lubed finger inside to join the first, gently stretching that tight muscle before those two digits slowly began to pump in and out.

  It was the strangest sensation, that first discomfort quickly giving way to pleasure in the forbidden as her nerve endings sparked and responded to those intruding fingers. There was another pinch of discomfort when Atticus added a third finger, the pleasure becoming more intense as she began to rock forward and back on her knees to meet those thrusts.

  Atticus gave a groan of approval and sat back on his heels to watch the stretching of that ring of muscle as Jenna fucked herself on his fingers, that tightness relaxing even while the muscles inside gripped tightly to his thrusting fingers. In the same way they would soon grip his lubed cock. Atticus’s arousal was all the stronger for knowing he was Jenna’s first anal experience.

  It was both primitive and unreasonable to feel so much pleasure in that knowledge, but at the same time, there was no denying how knowing that made him harder, his cock leaking pre-cum into the condom.

  He carefully eased his fingers out before applying more lube to that sensitive hole. “Are you ready for me?” He hesitated with his cock pressing against that relaxed ring.

  Jenna was a little concerned—make that a lot!—as to how that huge cock, so much bigger than even three of Atticus’s fingers, was going to fit inside her, but not so worried she was going to say no. “I’m ready.”

  “Just relax.” One of Atticus’s hands caressed the length of her suddenly tense back, the other one firmly grasping her hip to hold her steady as his cock began to breach and then enter her.

  She had been right. His cock was way bigger than his fingers.

  “Just breathe,” he encouraged gruffly, both hands on her hips now. “Slowly. In and then out. In. Now out again.” He held her hips steady as he pushed deeper inside her with each inhalation and then exhalation.

  Until Jenna felt his balls pressing against the softness of her nether lips and knew he was completely inside her.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” His voice sounded strained. “Are you okay?”

  Jenna could feel the dampness and rising and falling of Atticus’s chest against her back as he obviously fought not to move until she reassured him he wasn’t hurting her. Which he wasn’t. “So full,” she murmured.

  “Too much?”

  “No. I—” She gasped as Atticus’s cock throbbed inside her, sending ripples of pleasure to her core and causing the juices to gush between her thighs. “You can move now,” she assured breathily. “Yes!” She groaned as his cock slowly withdrew before pushing back in again.

  Her head dropped down between her shoulders, allowing her to actually see that long and thick cock entering her and then retreating again before pushing in more forcefully with each stroke.

  “So good,” she encouraged, totally lost in the pleasure building inside her.

  Atticus gritted his teeth, his jaw tensed, fighting to maintain control as he slowly thrust into and then out of Jenna’s hole. He wanted to give her pleasure at the same time as he didn’t want to come himself yet. But she was so tight about him, her muscles gripping and squeezing his cock, his balls slapping against her pussy as he thrust faster and deeper inside her.

  He moved one of his hands to stroke and press his fingers against her throbbing clit. “Come for me, Jenna,” he encouraged gruffly. “Come for me now.”

  She cried out, her juices gushing all over his fingers as her arse muscles tightly gripped his cock with each pulsing release.

  Atticus waited until he was sure Jenna was completely spent before slowly withdrawing his cock and rolling her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, breasts quickly rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

  His gaze remained on her as he quickly disposed of the condom before rolling on another one and then moving to kneel between her parted thighs. “I’m going in now, Jenna,” was his only warning before he thrust inside the glistening wetness of her pussy.

  Her eyes opened wide, her back arching as she screamed.

  Atticus instantly stilled at the realization he had just breached Jenna’s virginity.

  Chapter 10

  “Don’t you dare!” Jenna instructed fiercely, firmly grasping Atticus’s hips when he would have withdrawn.

  He took all of his weight on his elbows and stilled above her. “How is this even p
ossible?”

  “Six protective older stepbrothers?” she teased.

  His expression was pained, and he closed his lids briefly before looking down at her with dark, unfathomable eyes. “One of whom is me.”

  “Don’t use that against me now, Atticus,” she pleaded softly. “We aren’t related in the slightest. We’ve come this far, so let’s just continue, hmm?” The thought of Atticus stopping now caused an ache in her chest.

  “I fucking hurt you,” he growled.

  “Only a little bit,” she dismissed. “And it was going to hurt the first time no matter who I was with.”

  His eyes glittered down at her, his expression having turned savage, feral. “You won’t ever be with anyone else.”

  She nodded. “If that’s what you want.”

  “What I want is the past few minutes back again,” he grated. “So I can make this less painful and more pleasurable for you.”

  She reached up to smooth the frown from between his eyes. “I’ve loved everything we’ve done together so far. I’m glad it was you, Atticus,” she stated firmly as he still looked less than happy with the situation. “I wanted it to be you.”

  “Why?”

  In the middle of lovemaking wasn’t the time to tell Atticus she had always loved him, would always love him. It would sound as if she was saying it in the heat of the moment rather than something she had lived and breathed every day since she was eight years old and met Atticus for the first time.

  She made her smile teasing. “Hello? Roughly hewn flesh over defined muscles,” she reminded. “Your cock is pretty impressive too. I was really hoping it would be in proportion to the rest of you, and it is.”

  “Thought about it a lot, have you?”

  It was a little strange having this conversation when Atticus’s cock was buried deep inside her. “You have no idea,” she teased.

  Some of his tension eased. “I’m going to move now, so tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

  “I’m not known for remaining silent.”

  He scowled. “You kept quiet about being a virgin still.”