Chapter 3.5 — Atlas

I passionately ravished Evan's quivering ass, driven by an insatiable hunger. My teeth sank into the tender flesh of his neck, claiming him as my own with a fierce possessiveness.

The heat of our desire enveloped us as Evan's breath, laden with anticipation, caressed my neck. "Can I?" he gasped, his voice trembling with need. "May I mark you, leaving my imprint on your skin?"

I tightened my grip on his supple ass, thrusting with a primal urgency that sent waves of pleasure coursing through us both. A guttural groan escaped my lips, a testament to the intoxicating ecstasy we shared.

"Not now," I replied, my voice laced with a commanding intensity. "This time, it's my turn to consume you."

Evan straddled me, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat, a testament to our carnal exertions. In the confined space above us, he moved with a desperate intensity, surrendering himself completely to my dominance.

With a primal hunger, I feasted upon his dark, enticing nipples, biting and teasing them, alternating between pain and pleasure. His quivering form only fueled my desires, pushing me further into the depths of raw passion.

"I'm close," Evan gasped, his head thrown back, his back arched as he impaled himself forcefully on my throbbing manhood. His moans, deep and resonant, were a symphony of our shared pleasure, igniting an unquenchable fire within me.

His upper body crashed against my mouth, offering itself to be devoured, as I hungrily consumed him, reveling in his taste and scent. Every inch of his being was a playground for my ravenous desires.

My hands firmly grasped his waist, holding him in place, ensuring he remained at my mercy. With each deliberate, slow thrust, I plunged deeper, savoring the exquisite tightness that enveloped me.

"Atlas!" Evan's voice trembled with a mix of longing and desperation as I controlled the rhythm, teasing his sweet spot with calculated precision, heightening his pleasure without granting release.

"Fuck, fuck!" he moaned, his fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me closer, aching for fulfillment. Our eyes locked, and in that intense gaze, we shared an unspoken understanding, a connection beyond words.

I continued my deliberate, measured thrusts, relishing the intensity building within him. His pulsating grip around me spoke volumes, conveying an urgency that mirrored my own.

"Are you pushing me away?" I whispered, my voice laced with a hint of wickedness. "Your relentless clenching, is your exquisite hole growing weary?"

"Stop it," Evan pleaded, his hands tightening around my neck, his gaze filled with a mixture of desperation and surrender. "It's exquisite torture. Please, let me surrender to my climax."

His gasps mingled with the sounds of our fervent lovemaking, sweat-slicked bodies locked in a dance of carnal desire. With a final kiss upon his chest, I unleashed a surge of primal energy, thrusting with an unrestrained passion that echoed throughout the confines of the car.

Senses aflame, I felt the crescendo building, the urgency spiraling toward a climax that would consume us both. I wrapped my hand around Evan's pulsating length, stroking him with a feverish pace, uniting our release in a symphony of shared pleasure.

Evan rose above me, his final descent upon my throbbing member triggering an intoxicating whirlwind of sensations. My mind spun with euphoria as he bit my neck, his hands exploring every inch of my quivering flesh, our connection reaching new depths of intensity.

"You exquisite tease," he whispered, a devilish grin dancing upon his lips, his eyes ablaze with desire. "Do you revel in tormenting me so?"

A smile, equal parts mischief and desire, spread across my face. "More than you can possibly imagine," I rasped, my voice still husky from our earlier escapades, a testament to the depths of pleasure we had plunged together.

Evan's gaze held a newfound intensity, his brown eyes smoldering with an unspoken command.

With a possessive grip, he released my throbbing length, his fingers leaving a trail of lust in their wake. "Go," he commanded, a primal authority in his voice. "Lie in the back seat. Now."