Page 38 of These Wicked Hearts

“No,” he whines, though there’s no real resistance in it.

I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking him back to life. Two fingers turn to three. With a wicked smile, I stroke that bundle of nerves, and he shakes his head weakly, trying to move my hand away. With my fingers inside him, I curl over him, taking his soft cock between my lips.

“Did you think we were done here?” He blinks his eyes open. “We’re just getting started.”

I haven’t had enough, and tonight I’m going to get my fill.

NINE

Gage

“Have you had enough?”

Atlas blinks at me, those wild blue eyes soaking in everything we’ve done. I’m exhausted, but I’m not ready to end this. I just keep prolonging it. He’s come twice now. Once on my lap and then again with my fingers stuffed deep inside him.

His chest heaves as he blinks up at me. His ass still rests against the couch, his shoulders on my carpet. I take a seat on the backrest of the couch, looking over his gorgeous body. The dark hair on his chest is matted with sweat, every hard line of his body defined as he breathes deep. His legs fall back and open for me. Vulnerable. He’s half hard now, cum drying on his stomach from his last orgasm. He opens his mouth to speak but shuts it and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” My palm cracks across his ass.

“Fuck!” He whines, twisting when I slap his hole, making him hiss. “No. No sir.”

“Look at you. Not talking so much now, are we?” I slap him again, and his yelp morphs into a deep moan. He squeezes his balls in his hand and grips his pec with the other. “What do you want?”

I stroke my cock, sitting here watching, then slide forward and loom over him. I point my dick down, probing his sensitive hole with the blunt head. Then I slip inside his sloppy heat before pulling out again. Fuck, he feels delicious. I do it again, just tease with the tip then slip out again. “I can’t hear you?”

“Stop teasing ah—” I slap his ass, then grab it hard in my hand, and his moan rolls through me. There’s something addicting about his submission. This giant man crumbling at the promise of me.

I’ve never felt power like this. Nothing this sweet.

My hand smooths through the hair on his stomach, feeling every cut ridge of his abs he’s clearly worked so hard for. It must be appreciated. Worshipped. When he deserves it.

“Come here.” I get off the back of the couch and watch him roll, dropping to the floor and kneeling before me. I walk to him and grip his throat in my hand, smoothing my thumb against his pulse point. “Open.” He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

Jerking my cock, I swipe precum onto my fingers and shove them into his mouth, watching him moan like the greedy mess I know he is. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Good boy.” I kiss him and almost lose myself to his soft lips on mine. Kissing Atlas is better than any drug I’ve ever tried. The highest dose of dopamine I can get. I nearly lose myself with the swipe of his tongue. I’m drowning and I don’t even care. I pull back, regaining my composure. “On your knees. Show me how bad you want to come again.”

He kneels on the floor and takes my cock in his hand. Fucking hell. He strokes me then drags his gaze to my eyes before latching those sweet lips around my crown. Humming along my length, he sucks me.

“My balls.” I put my foot on the couch, giving him space. My fingers tighten on the back of his head, pulling his hair. With one hand around my dick, the other plays and pulls at my sac. It’s heat and pressure. “Ungh, that’s it, Atlas.”

I roll my hips harder and thrust deeper with each passing minute as I cup the back of his head, fucking him roughly. I reach deep, feeling the back of his throat swallow around me. I yank his hair, pulling him off me. “You’re so good, huh?” He nods. “Suck my balls.” He wastes no time burying his face between my legs and drawing them into his mouth. “Fuck, that’s it. So obedient.”

His tongue maps a path along my balls, traveling over my hole as I press his face harder against me. “That’s it. Soften me up.”

Something comes over him and he grips the tops of my thighs, pushing me against his face. A thrill runs through me. My dick aches as he strokes me with his tongue. It’s been so long since someone has touched me like this. I forgot how good it feels.

I reach over onto the couch and grab the box of condoms and rip another one open with my teeth.

“Lie down,” I demand, and I watch him as he falls back against the plush carpet. I straddle his head and bring my cock to his lips, groaning when he engulfs me. I thrust into his mouth, giving him a little more with each pass until he’s slapping my thighs and I’m pulling back to let him breathe.

I move down his body, kissing his jaw then his lips. “Have you had enough?”

He shakes his head like I knew he would. At first, I wanted to test his limits, but now the realization hits me that once we’re done here, that’s it. We’re done. We have to be. As much fun as I’m having, I can’t keep it going. I just can’t

I settle between his legs as he draws them up, and as I push inside, I watch his eyes roll back, his nails biting under his thighs. “Still so tight.” I roll my hips. “Do you want me to come now, Atlas?”