Page 22 of These Wicked Hearts

Without a word Gage, leans over me to grab his phone, opening it and taking a picture, then he turns it around to show me. Fuck.

“I’d say so.” He grins like the devil. “Mind if I keep this one?”

A little flare of panic hits my gut. I mean, who would even know, right, if this picture got out? He doesn’t even know me. Still, what if⁠—

“It’s okay, Atlas.” I watch him delete the photo. “No worries, okay?”

“It’s not that—” He sets the phone down then shuts me up with a kiss. My hands land on his back.

“It’s okay. I was half joking anyway.”

“Half joking?”

“Half joking, half really wanted to jerk off to that picture at some point.” He grins, kissing the side of my head before rising to his knees and placing his palms on the tops of mine. “My god, your body.” He groans, rolling his hips.

My back arches, that blinding stretch sending pleasure through every inch of me. At first his thrusts are gentle and slow, until a switch flips and he begins to fuck me hard and deep. Groans leave his lips and his hands push my knees back further, folding me in half. Every thrust pegs my prostate hard. Fuck, this is insane. I’m hanging on the edge again, watching Gage’s body, every flex, every movement, so fucking beautiful.

“Gage—” My voice comes out breathless, and I can feel myself shaking with every clap of skin. I touch my cock, surprised at how fast it got hard again. “I’m so close.”

“Again?” He cocks a pierced brow.

I reach down and squeeze my dick, nodding. I know I won’t come hands free again, but he doesn’t tell me to stop as I stroke my dick. It’s never this insane.

I pump myself fast and just watch him, his face broken with pleasure. Before was for me, but this . . . this is all for him. His warm eyes flutter closed before he leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head.

“You want me to come?”

I nod, jerking myself faster.

His eyes flutter open, heat pouring into them. Gage adjusts a little then thrusts inside me, hard and fast. His voice is rough and breathless.

“Give me everything,” I tell him.

He grips my thighs, fucking me harder. I can feel him through the condom. Fuck, I want him bare. The thought hits hard, imagining him raw, pounding inside me. “Fucking perfect.” He groans. “You want it?”

Gage trembles, and my thighs widen as my climax crawls up my spine. “Yes sir. Give it to me.” Gage fucks faster, moaning roughly before I feel heat.

“Ah, fuck.” He comes, and I squeeze my thighs around his hips as he ruts into me, thrusting slowly before collapsing forward. He laughs, shaking his head, his forehead pressed to my sweaty chest. “Fucking hell.” He laughs again, his hips slowly punching forward.

I smooth my hands down his spine. “Holy shit.”

He lifts his head and leans in, kissing me. I don’t want to let him go, so I just hold him to me, his hips still slowly thrusting into me. His tongue plays with mine. Not rough like before, it feels indulgent. Then he breaks the kiss, pulling back to look at me, and it’s like his mind clears as he blinks. He looks down, clearing his throat as he rises again and pulls out of me.

I feel empty, and not in the way I normally do after sex. This feels . . . heavier. I watch his perfect ass as he lifts off the bed and goes into my bathroom to grab a washcloth. He comes back to clean me up, and when he’s done, he runs it down his stomach, wiping himself, then chucks it in the waste basket.

I think he’s about to leave, but to my surprises he joins me on the bed, lying back against my pillows. “So?” His head lolls to me. “How was your first time with a man?”

My thighs are still open, the outside of mine resting against his. He rolls onto his side to face me, then smooths his hand up the inside of my thigh and cups my balls. I suck in a breath as he plays with me, just touching and caressing. His fingertips brush the head of my soft cock.

“I’m speechless.”

“A nice change.” He kisses the side of my sweaty head.

I turn my head to scowl at him. “I don’t know what I’m feeling,” I admit. It’s great, but also terrible. Maybe a little sad. Also amazing. “It feels like my asshole is vibrating.”

His lips drop open, and his eyes pinch. “You’re a weird one, Atlas.” He pats my stomach, scratching his fingers through the hair there. “Was it good at least?”

Good doesn’t come close. “Incredible.” The best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. “My dildo is pissed at you right now.”