Growing Fires with Old Ashes

21 - Heat

Sage.

''You might want to take off that dress, before it's scattered all over the floor ma fraise''

And exactly at that moment, it felt like I lost all my fucking senses. Lust overshadowed the guilt I felt earlier and I could've sworn I've never felt this needy for anyone.

''Atlas'' his name leaves my lips as a sigh while he continues to attack my neck with slow, sloppy kisses. My hand grasps his hair, yanking it slightly as his head falls back. His gaze meeting mine as our eyes lock.

What the fuck are you doing Sage?! Before I had time to comprehend the situation I was in, Atlas wrapped his hand around my throat, kissing me passionately.

My body tensed for a moment, but I felt myself melt into his touch. I grab his tie, pulling him closer to me. His lips were warm and soft as they parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.

I got off of the counter, without breaking our kiss. Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the edge of the counter, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together.

I shove him off of me for a moment so I could catch my breath. He had a smug grin plastered on his features, eyeing me like a predator who was ready to catch his prey.

''I guess I forgive you for being late'' he broke the silence, his comment making my eyes roll. I steered towards him, grabbing his tie again as I wrap it around my hand. He doesn't break our eye contact and with one swift motion I pull him to me so he's standing right by me again.

''Don't make me regret it'' he chuckles, staring down at me. I could already feel his dick pressing against my thigh, making it difficult to breathe.

''Get on your knees''

His hand removes mine which had a hold of his tie, his eyes turning darker as they get filled with lust. The stubble in his jaw becoming more visible as he took the strap of my dress under his fingers.

''Want me to repeat it for you, Sage?'' he taunted as I glared at him, giving him a push as I lower onto my knees. His bulge was already slightly visible through his pants.

I lick my lips, stroking his dick through the fabric. My touch making him groan as he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so I made full eye contact with him.

Without waiting for his approval, I removed his belt, tossing it aside as I smirk. He just watched me in silence as I pulled his pants down along with his briefs.

His cock was already hard, leaking with pre-cum as I wrapped my hand around him. Fuck he was big. My hand even felt tiny wrapped around his dick.

He noticed my silence as he picked my chin up again. ''You sure you can take it?'' he snickered as I tied my hair into a messy ponytail.

I huffed and looked up at him in annoyance. Asshole. ''Save your remarks for yourself, son of a bitch. I can't fucking stand you'' I murmured the last sentence to myself, but he managed to hear it as his grip around my jaw tightened.

''Exactly why you're on your knees, brat''

His words made my cheeks heat up as I licked my lips in anticipation. He yanked my ponytail as I parted my lips, before he shoved my mouth onto his hard on.

I felt his tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. Sure, I did have a gag-reflex but Atlas dismissed that completely. I didn't waste any time as I bobbed my head up and down onto him. He released his tight grip on my hair, allowing me to pull back.

I caught my breath as my heart was almost pounding out of my chest. I felt my panties becoming damp as I squeezed my legs together to create a bit of friction.