Page 36 of These Wicked Hearts

“I thought you might want, like, I don’t know, a smoother workspace. Forgive me for being considerate!” He pouts. This giant man is actually pouting.

“Your obsession with your own body hair is something, Atlas.”

He twists to look at me. “It’s a lot. I know it’s a lot.” I’m not sure where this fixation comes from, but I don’t mind quieting every negative thought he has.

I step closer and reach for his chin to turn his head just enough to look at me. “Listen to me.” His eyes flick up to mine. “Your body hair is not the problem.” I drag my thumb down the center of his bottom lip. “Your shape, your size, your body. It’s fucking perfect.” I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s your fucking mouth you should worry about.”

I get off the back of the couch and look over my prize. I grab his ass in my hands and squeeze.

“Perfect ass.”

His cock hangs between his legs, hard and waiting.

“What do you want, Atlas?”

“Your tongue. Please.”

I dip my fingers between his cheeks.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

My hands hold him open, keeping him exactly where I want him, and I lean in close enough for him to feel my breath. He’s practically vibrating in my hands.

I lean in slowly at first, just enough to hear him react. His whole body jumps with a flick of my tongue. Broken sounds leave him as he pushes back against me. “Fuck⁠—”

“I said stay.”

He sags a little with a whine.

I dive back in; his cheeks cradle my face. Fuck, he tastes so good. Every moan urges me on. I spit and smooth my fingers over his clenching hole.

I almost laugh at the hairless patch on his ass.

“Don’t you ever wax again, you hear me?” He pushes his ass back to me, and I spread him wider, licking, kissing, all while desperate moans leave his lips.

Atlas arches his back, pushing harder against my face and moaning. I slap him once, twice, then smooth my fingers along his crease. Pulling him apart again, I dip my tongue inside, wiggling my muscle. I’ve never been this turned on by a muscular body before. I slap his ass then suck and kiss until he’s shaking.

His hand works his cock and he spreads his legs wider. “Fuck me, please.”

I rise to my feet. “You want it?” I kick off my jeans, jerking my cock as Atlas reaches behind to rub his hole. “That’s where you need me?”

“Yes sir.”

Those words send a shiver down my spine. I reach for the lube, stroking myself. “Pull your ass apart for me.”

He obeys instantly, resting his face on the back of the couch and spreading himself open. I grab a condom, ripping the packet with my teeth, and roll it down my shaft, then I slick myself and stroke, watching his greedy hole clench with anticipation.

I move behind him and slowly push in. The tight resistance makes him groan as I fill him completely, only stopping when my hips meet his ass. I pause to let him catch his breath, his forehead pressed into the couch, buried in his arms.

“Holy fuck.”

“Too much?”

“Fucking perfect.” His voice comes out strained. He arches his back a little more, pushing his ass back against me, and I start to thrust. Slowly at first, then harder as his moans grow louder. Every movement pulls those beautiful needy sounds from him.

“Oh my god, Gage.”

I lean over him, gripping his face to look at me as I drive into him. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”