Page 19 of These Wicked Hearts

It’s like he stroked my cock with those words. My hips move restlessly, and I make a sound I don’t recognize. “Gage—please.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes sir.” The words sound wrecked; I feel like I’m losing my mind. “Please. I want more.”

I feel the slick warmth of his cock rubbing between my crease, but instead of pressing into me, he leans down, hovering before my lips. That kiss before was insane. Hands down the best kiss I’ve ever had. He smells warm and spicy. Like apples and cinnamon. It fills my lungs. Then he kisses me slowly, and I drown under him.

Sometimes I like when kisses feel better than sex, and Gage’s kisses feel better than any sex I’ve ever had. His lips graze along my chest. I feel the blunt tip of his cock probe my entrance, then I suck in a sharp breath as he pushes inside. “Relax.”

I try as he pushes in slowly. Every inch he feeds me stretches me wide open. My back arches, my fingers clawing the sheets as the pressure inside me builds. It’s different than the toy. Warmer and fuller.

“Fuck—” I gasp.

He doesn’t stop, just keeps going at a steady pace until his hips meet my ass. For a second, we both still. Then his head tips forward and he shakes it. “Strangling the fuck out of me, Atlas.” Then his palms smooth up my thighs and grab my ass. “This ass.”

He pulls out, slow enough I feel every inch of him. Then he drives back in, harder this time. It’s like he’s trying to be careful with me, and I don’t want that. I don’t want him to hold back. I plant my feet on the bed and grind down, trying to chase him. “Stop doing that.”

“Not doing anything.” A long groan leaves my lips as he fills me again. “Fuck me, this is so good.” He drags his fingers lightly down my stomach, my muscles bunching under his gentle touch.

Gage leans down, hovering a moment before pressing a kiss to my lips, thrusting his hips in a rhythm that’s too slow for what I need right now.

“I don’t need you to be gentle,” I whisper against his mouth and watch him pull back a little. He stares at me for a beat. My heart hammers. Then I let out a quiet, frustrated breath. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” he hums.

“Like, flexing inside me. Teasing me. I want you to fuck me. I want—” He cuts me off with his hand wrapped around my throat. I swallow against his grip. Then it’s like the devil himself pours into him.

Gage leans in, his lips next to my ear. “What is it that you want, Atlas, huh?” He bites my lobe, enough to make it sting. “Use your words.”

My face heats. “You’re not . . . I need it harder.”

“Oh?” Gage removes his hand, rising onto his knees and looking down. “How?”

“You know how.” I glare.

“Say it.”

I huff a breath and my head smacks back against my pillows before I lift it to glare at him. He’s being a dick! “You know how.”

“Say it.”

“No! Who’s annoying now?”

Gage’s gaze drops. “I can do this all night. I’m enjoying the view.”

“I need you—” I swallow. “Fuck me harder!”

Gage’s mouth twitches. “Now was that so hard?”

I shake my head. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

His hand wraps around my cock and he smirks. “Yeah.” My breath catches as his grip tightens on my shaft, stroking me as his thumb smooths across my swollen tip in slow, deliberate, mean as fuck circles. Every rotation around my head makes my spine tingle.

“Gage—”

“Uh-huh.” His grip tightens, but then he lets go and slips out. “On your stomach.” I exhale sharply and roll onto my stomach. His fingers curl around my hips, guiding me up. “Good.”

A grunt leaves my lips when he slides back inside me, my forehead hitting the pillow. “Fuck, that’s it.” I tilt my hips a little. I’m so full. The pressure is intense, but better than anything I’ve ever felt. “Don’t stop.”