Page 16 of These Wicked Hearts

He nods fast. I wrap my lips around his crown, slowly sucking down the length of him.

“Yeah. Yes—fuck. I’m just—” He reaches down between his cheeks, and I watch his fingers rub his hole. “I’ve never⁠—”

“I know. Let your knees fall back wider.” He does so. “Mmm good boy.” His cock twitches in my hand. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He swallows and nods, his palm lying across his stomach. Every breath defines his abs. I thought six was the limit.

“Y-yeah.”

“Yeah what, Atlas?”

“Yeah . . . I like it.”

“Stay just like this,” I murmur. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”

I cup his heavy sac in my hand, feeling the weight of him and remembering what he said about his balls being played with. I watch the way his eyes darken, heat slowly spreading hot and heavy in his bright blue eyes as my fingers slide back, tracing between his cheeks. His thighs spread wider.

“Did you stretch yourself before I got here?” A quick nod. “How?”

He lifts a little, reaching into his nightstand and fumbling for a moment before he pulls out a blue ombre dildo.

“Holy shit.” I shake my head. “I like how nothing else seems to be unpacked in this place except that.”

“Moving makes me horny.”

“You’re so weird.”

His head drops back to the pillow as I take the toy from him and slick it up slowly. His breath shifts as his eyes dart from me to the toy in my hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.”

I lean down, pressing slow kisses to his inner thigh, then higher. His body jumps when my lips graze one of his balls. The tension coiling in his stomach snaps when my mouth brushes over the other, then I press the toy against his hole. “Relax.”

He inhales as it slips past that tight ring. Sharp and shaky.

“That’s it, huh?” I murmur, easing the toy deeper and watching the way his ridiculous mouth drops open more with every inch I give him. “There you go.”

His hips grind a little as if he’s chasing more. Not this time. I don’t give it to him. Instead, I pull it back slightly, just enough to make him whine. “Gage⁠—”

“I know.”

Another slow push, deeper this time. The muscles in his thighs quiver on either side of my head. His fingers grip the sheets, his greedy hips trying to take more before I’m ready to give it to him.

“Gage, I—” He squeezes the sheets. “I want you.”

While I want to sit here and tease him, I want it just as bad. Maybe next time.

Although there won’t be a next time, will there. One night, and I better get fucking on with it.

I pull the toy out completely and smile at the frustrated sound that leaves his lips.

“Roll over and arch your back for me.”

He moves, rolling onto his stomach and up on his knees. He spreads them apart, his ass lifted just enough to make my mouth go dry as I study the curve of his cheeks and the lines of his mouthwatering muscles. I admire the graceful lines of his back as he arches, tilting his hips like an offering. My hand smooths over his ass, squeezing a cheek, and a groan slips from my lips when I part them. Dark hair travels between his cheeks.

I don’t want to ask what he does for a living, but he has to go to the gym regularly. Maybe he’s a personal trainer. I’ve never seen an ass this thick in my life.

And I want it to suffocate me. “Fuck me, this is insane.”