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~Darlina's POV~

I peered up at him from where I laid on my belly, blanket splayed over my lower half as I clutched at his wrist to keep him from going anywhere. His eyes were dark and the considerable bulge straining against his sweatpants proved how aroused he still was, which made me bite the inside of my cheek.

"Can I?" I asked him, brushing my nails over the defined line of his abs. I waited for his response, but traced the v-line of his hips down to the exposed band of his boxers that stuck out of his sweatpants. He clenched his jaw and reached down, tattooed fingers brushing against my lips, making me realize I'd been biting on my bottom lip absentmindedly. I released it and searched his gaze. "You can do anything you want to me, Lina." He answered.

My fingers curled into the fabric of his sweatpants and I pulled them down to his mid-thigh, grazing my touch over the erection beneath his boxers. I hesitated, dipping my fingers just inside the band of his boxers before I glanced up at him, a little bit nervous.

After I managed to muster the courage, I tugged his boxers down to join his sweatpants, gasping when his cock sprung free. I'd known how large he felt from when I touched him, but he was somehow bigger than I'd expected.

Flushed, I gently wrapped my hand around him and stroked down to the head, where I paused as my fingers brushed against something that I had somehow missed when I first touched him. Something cold, and metal. "I...Is this a piercing?" I asked, brushing my fingertips over it again. It was on the underside of his shaft, near the tip. "Mhm." He hummed in affirmation.

Curious, I leaned forward and traced my tongue over the head of his cock until I felt the cool metal against my tongue. I hesitated, a little unsure what to do and what he liked, but decided I would just go with my gut. Asking him what to do would just be embarrassing. Surely I could figure it out myself.

I took more of him into mouth little by little, placing one hand on his hip as I hollowed my cheeks against him and hesitantly bobbed my head. A low groan rumbled from his chest that caused me to glance up, realizing that he seemed to approve, which made me repeat the action with a bit more enthusiasm. His eyes locked with mine and I flushed, flicking my tongue over that little piercing again. It was quickly proving to be something that I liked to play with.

Atlas groaned, his dark brows drawing together in pleasure as he gently cast his hips towards me, pushing more of his length down my throat. I opened my mouth a little wider and sucked deeply as I withdrew to the head of his cock, trying to catch my breath.

"Fuck," He muttered as I kissed the underside of his shaft, one of his hands reaching down to push my hair back when I took him into my mouth again. I sank him down my throat once more and slightly gagged as I somehow managed to fit more of him in, drawing another low groan from him. "Look at me, Lina." He demanded huskily, causing my focus to immediately flick up to his face.

Our gazes met and he growled softly, thrusting his hips forward once more. "Open your mouth. I'm gonna fuck it." He instructed, his hands tangling into my hair as he pressed his cock down my throat completely, causing me to choke in surprise. I placed my hands on his thick, tattooed thighs and dug my nails into his skin as he began to grow rougher.

His abs flexed as he forced his cock in and out of my mouth, low groans rumbling from his chest with each thrust of his hips. I watched him from beneath my lashes as his head lulled back when he moaned, exposing his tattooed neck and the bobbing of his adams apple.

Tightening his fingers within my hair, Atlas held my head in place and harshly slammed his cock down my throat, holding it there for a few seconds. My eyes watered and I gagged around him, gasping for breath when he pulled out with a breathless curse, barely giving me a chance to recover before he pushed back in again. I opened my mouth for him, almost embarrassed by the arousal I could feel pooling between my legs again.

My cheeks flushed as I clenched my thighs beneath the blanket covering my lower half, the thrusts of his hips slowing for only a split second before he groaned and pulled back, gripping the base of his shaft. "So fucking good for me." He murmured, stroking himself a few times before slipping into my mouth again.

Atlas slowed the pace of his thrusts, lazily gliding in and out of my mouth, my tongue flicking against his piercing each time he withdrew. He grunted at the feeling, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he pushed deeper down the back of my throat. My eyes watered, tears threatening to drip down my cheeks as I peered up at him, barely managing to blink them away. As he glanced down at me, his lips tipped up in a slight smirk and he rocked his hips gently towards me, forcing me to gag around him.

It became rather clear that he seemed to like that because it drove him to thrust harder again, a husky groan leaving him. "Fuck, smalls." He cursed harshly, only speeding up when I gagged once more. He lulled his head back and I dug my nails into his tattooed thighs, the thrusts of his hips making me choke on his cock. I gasped for breath when he pulled away, a line of saliva stretching from my lips to the head of his length. I paid it no mind, more concerned with catching my breath.

"You okay?" Atlas asked lowly, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip as I nodded my head and opened my mouth expectantly. He raised an eyebrow but took the invitation and pushed into my mouth again, this time refusing to pull out even when I began to struggle to catch my breath.

However, even when I found myself gagging around him, I felt myself growing more aroused as he groaned deeply. I'd never thought I'd be into this sort of thing, but the ache between my thighs was proof that I was. Maybe it was simply because Atlas was the one doing it.

Saliva dripped from my mouth as I choked on his cock, clenching my thighs tightly when he held my head down and growled lowly. His abs flexed and I absentmindedly moaned against his shaft, gliding my tongue around him while he was holding my head still. I felt him jerk within my mouth and he hissed, harshly fucking my throat again. Taking a tighter grip on my hair, he growled huskily and thrusted until I struggled to think of anything but the noises he was making.

"I'm coming in your mouth." He told me gruffly, and I whined around him in response, very badly wanting him to. A few tears dripped down my cheeks and he wiped them away as I stared up at him, my room filled with nothing but the sounds of his deep groans and my gags. "Fuckin' hell." He cursed. "That's it, Lina. Gag on it."

My core pulsed with need and I did as he demanded, more so due to the roughness of his thrusts than my obedience. I flicked my tongue over that little piercing and he groaned, holding himself down the back of my throat. He suddenly pulled back a little, catching me off guard as something warm and slightly salty filled my mouth, dripping from the corner of my lips due to the amount.

I swallowed, feeling his fingers loosen from the grip on my hair as he wiped the tears from my cheeks once more. "You okay?" He asked me in a murmur, to which I nodded my head and pulled back, gently swiping my tongue against his piercing one last time. "Yes." I answered softly, staring up at him through my lashes.

Atlas leaned down after tugging his boxers and sweatpants back up, crashing his lips against mine with a low hum of content. I let my eyes flutter shut and leaned into him when he gently grasped the back of my neck to pull me into the kiss, goosebumps rising on my skin. "So good, Darlina." He praised me, his voice coming out husky and low. "Was I too rough?" He wondered, breaking away from the kiss to meet my gaze.

Quickly I shook my head, brushing a strand of my hair behind my shoulder. "N-No." I stammered, still trying to catch my breath. "But I didn't know you liked that sort of thing." I confessed, biting on my bottom lip.

He cocked up an eyebrow. "Did you not?" He responded curiously, searching my gaze. I flushed, looking away in embarrassment. "No, I...I did." I admitted. Maybe even a little too much, though I didn't have the guts to admit that part to him.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed back into my bed with me, pulling me into his side as he laid with me beneath the blankets. I smiled to myself and buried my face into his chest, a warmth in my cheeks. He brushed his fingers through my hair absentmindedly as we lapsed into a comfortable silence, and I allowed the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest to lull me to sleep.