Atlas Black

Chapter 7

A T L A S B L A C K

Leaving the plane and moving out into evening sky, I check upon where my motorcycle is normally allocated. At that moment I also receive a text from Kai also announcing his arrival and that he'd be at the bar downtown.

I could desperately use a drink or two right now. All this is too much for me. I need a stress-reliever, something to take my mind off for what I initially came here to do.

Without properly thinking, I send a message to Sas, telling her to meet at my top-floor apartment. It's a bad habit I've been festering up. Im not that type of guy to let a woman stay attached after a fuck. My rule is: once you've fucked a woman. You don't fuck that woman twice or more. This is strictly to say no strings are being attached.

And here I am.. in desperate need of forgetting by texting Sas. Which I told her that time, it was only a one time thing. The built up tension and straining of my muscles have been too much lately and at this point fuck any of my logics. I just need a release.

The thrumming of the engine, sends my body into jerking with energy and I feel more alive than I have been for the past 24 hours. I race through the streets, weaving in and out of cars and the roads, swiftly taking lefts and rights needed to reach my destination and I let the wind carry me away, erasing all the 99 fucked up problems I have in my life.

Setting the bike on park in the apartment garages. I make my into the main entrance and towards the lifts. Pressing the button on the top floor and ascending as seconds tick by.

I arrive at my door, the only one out of two on the highest level and I procure my keys out of the pockets of my jeans as I begin unlocking the door. But the doors already been unlocked.

I step inside waiting for any signs of human activity and when none shows I cautiously set my keys on the counter, heading to master bedroom. As my senses allegedly have been brought to the forefront of my mind. Saskia.

Swinging the door wide, I'm met with a familiar face, grey eyes mixed with blue and blonde locks falling gracefully down her back. Her peach lingerie on, as her body is on full display at the head of my king-sized bed in the middle of the spacious room.

Her eyes trained on me seductively, like she's been waiting her whole life for this one moment. Don't get me wrong, Saskia Andrews is one heck of a gorgeous woman with all the desired characteristics that would please a man. But it's never-she's- never been my forte.

She's good in bed, she's good with her mouth, she's pretty good at everything. But I've never been emotionally attracted to her other than just physical.

It's been like that for us. She got to use me for my body and I got to her use. The sex was great. But that's about it. Sex. Just sex. Not love, just lust.

Crawling to the foot of the bed, sticking her ass out, she beckons me closer with her finger grinning all the same. I didn't realise I'd just been standing at the doorframe gawking like an absolutely pervert.

I take two big steps until I reach my bed wheres she's on her hands knees. Looking up at me with those doll-like eyes. I stay standing, without saying a word until she realises what I want from her.

I'm now unbuckling the belt of my black jeans and let it drop below my knees, her eyes growing wide she notices the bulge in my boxers. Subconsciously, she licks her lips.

As I'm working my boxers down, she helps by pushing it down for me. Grabbing fistfuls of her hair, jerking her backwards I bring her close to the tip of my cock.