Page 17 of These Wicked Hearts

“Most of ours are—” His hands stretch forward squeezing his fingers into the sheets.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He glances back. “No details, remember.”

Whatever. I don’t care.

Still, I wonder what profession requires him to have an ass like this? I squeeze his cheeks in my hand before spreading him again. “Fuck, Atlas.” Then I remember what he said about the hair on his chest. It dusts over his mouthwatering ass, between his crease, over his thighs, and calves. “Fucking sexy.” I lean in, teasing my tongue along his rim, barely grazing him. He jolts. I dive back, firmer this time, stroking along his hole, and his hips push back immediately, chasing my touch while broken sounds fall out of him.

His taste like soap. His masculine scent filling my lungs. I kiss deeper, pushing my tongue past that tight ring, letting the needy sounds he makes guide me.

“Oh my—fuck—” He whines, fisting his sheets.

“Yeah?” I murmur against him, gripping him tighter. “Feels good?”

“Good?”

I grab his ass in my hands, pushing my tongue deeper.

“Insane.”

I hold him there as he starts to lose the rhythm he had. His whole body goes tense. I kiss one of his fuzzy cheeks before trailing kisses up his crack then lower. Fuck, I needed this. The perfect distraction.

“Stay,” I warn him.

I get off the bed and watch his restless hips twitch as I pull away. “What’s the matter, Atlas? You need to get fucked?”

“Yes.” Zero hesitation.

“On the floor.” He doesn’t move at first, but then the command clicks. He slides off the bed and drops to his knees. I walk to his nightstand and grab the condoms and look down at the eager mess I’ve found myself with. Fuck he’s pretty. “You look good like this.”

“On my knees?”

I tip his chin up to look at me, then lean down, brushing a kiss to his mouth, and I whisper, “No. Silent.” He scowls at first but then looks down at my cock as if he’s waiting for orders. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” I know the answer, but I like the tease.

“No.” He swallows, watching mine.

“Do you want to?”

Atlas’s gaze drags to my tattoo then up at me. “Yeah.”

I nod. “Then show me how badly you want to.”

His tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he leans in, his breath warming my skin. He presses his lips right over the ink on my stomach, and his tongue follows, tracing along the curve of the creature. Slow and deliberate like he’s learning it piece by piece.

My breath catches slightly when his hands slide to the backs of my thighs. He teases and traces the art along my stomach. Then he pulls back slightly, looking at my cock before lifting his gaze to me.

“Nervous?”

He gives me a small shake of his head.

“Open your mouth.”

With his hands braced on the back of my thighs, he parts his pretty lips. I feed him my cock inch by inch, closing my eyes at the soft suction of his mouth. He hums along my length. It’s taking everything I can not to shove in too fast and choke him. “You like it?”

He looks up and nods slightly.

I pull out and watch the way he leans in to chase it.