Page 39 of These Wicked Hearts

He licks his lips, swallowing with a nod. My body hums with my climax. I’m close, but I want to hear him scream one last time. I’m just having fun right now. That’s all.

“Turn around.” I slip out of his body and watch him scramble into position, sticking his ass in the air, tilting his hips and spreading his legs. I shove three fingers inside him, drinking in his hiss. “How hard?”

Atlas cranes his neck to look at me. “Make me scream.”

I brace his hips and shove into him fast and dirty. He yelps, pressing his fingers tightly into the rug. “That’s it?”

“Harder. Fuck me hard.” His chest collapses against the carpet, his nails digging into it. “I’m going to come.”

I unleash on him all my frustrations and anger. The collision of skin on skin and his moans echo through the room. My hips will probably bruise. His ass is so bright with my handprints. His hand works furiously, and I feel him clench around me as he comes with a cry. I unload into the condom, squeezing his ass in my hands. “Holy fuck, Atlas.” My hips punch forward lazily.

“Thank you. Thank you,” Atlas whispers.

His body shudders around me, his walls still strangling my dick.

I look down at us where we’re connected, my hips pressed to his ass, and I curl over him, pressing soft slow kisses along his spine. He’s softly shaking, his head buried in the crook of his elbow. “I’m going to pull out,” I warn him, before slowly pulling out and letting my cock hang between my legs. “Hey.” I kiss along his spine, the adrenaline waning from us both. “On your back.”

I press one last kiss to his shoulder and move off him. He makes a lazy attempt to flip over, lying against the plush carpet, and I cover him again, my hands on either side of his head when I straddle him. How does a nearly six-and-a-half-foot man look so small beneath me?

“You okay?”

His arm is slung over his eyes, but his lips split into a wide smile. “So okay,” he breathes.

I grip his jaw. He pulls his arm away from his eyes and I kiss him firmly. “You’re so good for me.” This feeling is addictive. Watching him obey me is a head rush unlike anything. I feel good. I feel strong. For the first time in fuck, years, I think, I feel like me again.

Atlas surprises me, pulling me against his body. Fuck it. I give in, letting his large arms wrap around me. “Thank you.”

I’m not sure what he’s thanking me for. I look down at him. “We should shower. You’re going to crash soon.”

I stand, reaching out to help him up.

He’s a little unsteady as he gets up. The muscles in his thighs bunch and tremor. “Don’t you want me to go?” Yes, I do. I need him to leave, but I’m too tired to care. That’s it. I’m just feeling lazy is all, and maybe this one night can extend just a little. Only a little.

“Do you want to go?”

He looks around my apartment and shakes his head. “Not really, but I have work in the morning.”

“What? Come on.” Am I whining now? Embarrassing. I clear my throat. “You know what I do for a living. Why can’t I know what you do? What, are you famous too?” I laugh but I watch him chew his bottom lip, looking away from me. Shit, is he? Who the fuck is this man?

He thinks for a moment. “I think it’s best not to. Not right now.”

I’m too tired to argue. “Whatever, be mysterious, mister I’m around a lot of naked men.”

“It’s a lot less sexy than it sounds, trust me.”

I lead him to the bathroom and turn on the shower, sneaking looks at him as I do. He’s swaying a little, his movements slowed. “Tired?”

“Getting there.” I watch him and can’t help admiring him. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with someone new. It was never worth the trouble of hiding it. I’m not sure what made me go home with Atlas that first night, and I damn sure don’t know why I brought him here tonight. Other than for hot sex, because fuck, this chemistry we have is cinematic. Maybe it’s just attraction. I’ve never been this attracted to someone. That’s it. That’s all it must be.

It’s not like he’s going to ask me for more. He won’t even tell me what he does for a living. Which is good. This is the last time, so I’ll make it a good time. “Here.” I grab his hand and pull him in with me. His movements are lethargic. I wasn’t easy on him.

I take the sponge and soap him up as his eyes droop a bit.

“Three times.” A wide smile grows before I can stop it. “Very impressive.”

“I just—that was.” He lets out a heavy breath. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” I agree, soaping him up. “Turn.” I forgot about the hairless patch on his ass. “How much did this hurt?” I rub it with a laugh.