Page 15 of These Wicked Hearts

My knee sinks into the mattress as I climb onto the bed between his legs, and his thighs fall back, allowing me to settle between them. The closer I get, the more he sinks back against his pillows, making him seem so much smaller than he is with my mouth hovering just inches above his lips.

“Have you ever kissed a man?”

His throat bobs before he shakes his head. “Not really.” I go to make a move then I’m shocked when his hand comes up and cradles the back of my head. My eyes flick briefly to his lips, and I shift, straddling his waist and sinking onto his lap. My hand slides up his jaw. I love men with beards. The soft hairs tickle my fingers, making my cock ache.

Our lips meet, light at first, just a soft brush, until I feel his breath catch against mine. Then it’s like some switch flips and he kisses me back harder. His large hands fit on my hips pulling me closer. Heat rolls through me, and I shift without thinking, grinding once and moaning when I feel him just as hard beneath me.

He makes a soft sound into my mouth then deepens the kiss, this time angling his head like he can’t get enough. His grip tightens on my hips, holding on to me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. His tongue dips into my mouth, hot and greedy, tasting like mint, and my hips move again, grinding slow and deliberate. “Fuck—” he breathes against my lips.

I don’t let him finish whatever he’s about to say, sliding my tongue against his. I’ve had enough of him talking. He groans, his fingers digging into my skin. I know two things about this man. He runs his mouth, and he’s also really good with it.

I pull back just enough for air, dropping my forehead against his.

“Damn,” he whispers against my lips. “Kissing dudes is⁠—”

I cut him off with another kiss. Hotter and dirtier.

His hands roam over my sides, squeezing my ass then sliding up my spine, gripping, pulling, and roaming like they don’t know where to settle. Every touch sends sharp pulses of heat through my stomach.

He breaks the kiss with a grin.

“—awesome.”

“Ridiculous.” I can’t help but laugh and dive back in, amping up the heat. Moans rumble through him. His tongue swipes along my lips. I open for him, losing myself as his tongue dips into my mouth again.

“Fuck me,” he groans, squeezing my hips.

I lean back just enough to look at him—face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wide-eyed man already looks wrecked.

“Oh, I will.” My thumb drags along his lower lip before I lean in again. “We’re going to have some fun first.” His breath stutters. “Anything off limits?” My mouth trails down his throat, my teeth scraping lightly on his skin. I feel him swallow beneath my lips, his hands sliding up my back like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“I’m not sure yet,” he admits. “I’ll try anything.”

I move lower, my lips brushing through the hair on his stomach, feeling the way his muscles flex under my mouth. I glance up. “You smell so good.”

For a second he watches me, then his voice breaks through the quiet. “You sure it’s not too much?”

I still

“What?”

He runs his large hand over his stomach again like he’s trying to cover himself up. “I told you it’s a lot.”

I have no idea what to say. I’m not even sure why he’s worried about it. Black hair covers his chest and stomach. With any luck it’s everywhere. Masculine and fucking beautiful.

Instead of answering him, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and drag them down. The fabric catches on his hips before giving way, allowing me to slide them down his thick thighs.

No underwear.

He’s hard, the tip of his cock pearling with precum. He’s about six good thick inches. Just enough to stretch my lips around. I lean in close enough for him to feel my breath but not touching him yet, and his hips twitch while I wait, holding contact just out of reach. Finally, I lean in, pressing my nose to his pubes, and inhale the intoxicating scent of him. I shove my hand inside my briefs, grabbing my dick and squeezing. “I’m so hard, Atlas.”

“Y-yeah?”

I look up, nodding and pressing kisses under his belly button, then I get off the bed quickly and take off my briefs. My cock juts forward. His eyes grow heavy, drinking me in, and I squeeze myself, stroking slowly with his gaze on me. “You see this?” He swallows and nods. “This is what you do to me. All of it.” I climb back onto the bed. “Your sexy body did this to me. Now, do you still think it’s too much?”

He exhales shakily, the doubt clearing from his eyes as I move back down his body, settling between his muscled thighs. I curl my fingers around him, stroking slowly, and his head falls back immediately, mouth opening with a soft sound as I stroke him firmly. “Holy shit.”

My thumb drags over the tip of his crown, spreading precum there before I dip my tongue into his slit. He jolts. So sensitive. I like it. “You still want it, Atlas?”