Page 21 of These Wicked Hearts

Then he moves again, harder and faster, enough to pull more broken sounds from my throat as he forces my gaze onto his.

My cock juts forward, dripping onto the sheets, and I bite my cheek, trying to breathe through the onslaught. “Gage,” I whine.

He lets go of my jaw. “Yeah? What’s wrong? I thought this is what you wanted?”

“I do,” I choke out. He’s killing me.

“Be a good boy. Don’t touch that pretty dick.”

I nod, quick and desperate.

“Okay.”

“Do you still want it?”

I swallow.

“Atlas? Answer me.”

I inhale through my nose, nodding. “Yes sir.”

“Then take it.” He shoves me face down to the bed, getting onto his feet and fucking me harder.

Every crack of his skin on mine echoes through the room. He’s not hitting my prostate, he’s assaulting it. It feels so fucking good, a little sting, but the pleasure wraps around the pain, morphing it into something so good I can’t breathe. This angle is lethal. “Gage.” My fingers squeeze into the sheets. “Fuck⁠—”

My back arches more, tilting my hips up further, and my control slips completely now. Every noise that leaves me is just a string of unfiltered nonsense.

“Too much?” he pants, but there’s no doubt in his voice. Just a check-in.

I shake my head. “Don’t stop. So close.” His hands roam over my body—my back, my stomach, a quick squeeze of my balls. I feel that heat crawl up my spine and I know I’m about to tip over. He doesn’t lose his rhythm, doesn’t rush me. “Oh, Gage. Oh my god.”

“Come on, Atlas. Let go for me.”

I lose it, coming hard and groaning into my sheets. Little black dots sprinkle behind my eyelids when I squeeze them tight. My vision blurs. Even as I come he doesn’t slow his pace. After a moment I hear him tsk as he slips out of my body. I sag against the bed, aware he hasn’t come yet. “Have you had enough?”

Yes. Yes, I’ve had enough. I can’t bring myself to say the words. “I don’t know.”

He slaps my ass. “Roll over.”

I manage to flip myself over. My thighs fall back. I don’t care how obscene I must look. My soft cock rests on my stomach while I lie in my cum. I don’t even care. I watch him on his knees between my thighs, the hard lines of his body defined as he breathes deep.

And he’s so hard.

His fingers prod my hole, a wicked grin spreading on his face. “Hands free.” I hiss when he slides two fingers inside me. “Messy fucking brat.” He slaps my hole.

My cock jerks, trying to rally.

He grabs his cock, probing my hole and dipping inside before pulling out. “You done?” My back arches when he gives me a bit more. “Had your fill?”

That statement slides down my spine. No. I haven’t. Not even close. And I don’t know if I’ll have had enough by the end of the night either. “Don’t tease me.”

“Lift your hips.” I listen as he slides the pillow under, elevating my ass again, and my knees fall back, more from exhaustion this time. “More?” Even with how sore and tired I am right now, I know it’s not enough.

He grabs himself, notching his hard cock to my hole, then fills me inch by inch. Gage sighs. He looks down at where we connect and a thought hits my brain. I want to see. I reach down and touch myself when his hips hit my ass.

“What’s wrong.”

“Feels good.” I rub his cock inside me then dip a little lower to grab his balls. He bites his lip, looking down at my hand. “Is it hot?”