Page 37 of These Wicked Hearts

“So good,” he mutters. “Oh god . . . Gage.”

I lean down, kissing the back of his neck as I thrust harder. My hand snakes between his legs as he whimpers. “More?”

He nods fast. “Harder.”

“You want it harder?” I kiss the back of his head. “What do you say?”

He pushes back again, meeting my every movement. “Harder. P-please sir.”

I pull out suddenly and slap his ass. His eyes blaze, then confusion hits as I sit down on my couch and pat my lap. “Turn around. Sit on my cock.”

He swallows before turning and slowly sitting on my dick. “Holy shit, wait—” He freezes, and I let him take a minute, bracing his feet on the edge of the couch. His large body nearly swallows me, the heat of him soaking into my skin. He lowers down with a quiet groan.

“You okay?” I adjust a little as he sits halfway on my cock, letting him take his time.

“That, wow, that’s something.”

“A good something?”

“Too good.”

He’s really heavy, but I cup his ass and thrust up into him.

“No, Gage.”

I ignore him and fuck up into him.

“Fuck, wait, wait.” He’s still hovering a bit, not sinking fully onto my lap.

“What’s the matter, Atlas? You’re not going to lose your load, are you? Not yet.”

“Gage!” he whines as I fuck up into him fast. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” He sinks down completely. “Holy sh-shit.”

He begins to grind on my lap, bouncing up and down and moaning louder at every thrust I meet him with. I wish I could see his dick bouncing, but instead his back presses against me. “Gage, I’m—stop, stop.”

“What’s your word?”

“Fuck me . . . Fuck.” He grinds down on my cock, rolling his hips, and I watch his beautiful body move. “Holy shit. Holy fuck. I’m coming!” He grinds down on me, moaning loudly, then collapses back onto me, crushing me under his body weight. “Oh my god.”

He shivers against me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as he spasms around my cock. His skin is so warm, and I sit there hugging him close for just a moment and breathing him in. Just for a moment, before I let go and put my mask back on.

“Did I say you could come?” I sprinkle soft kisses against his shoulder.

He heaves a little. “No.”

“No, huh? Did you say your safe word?”

“No.” I reach around him to stroke his softening cock as he grunts.

“Such a messy brat”

“I’m sorry,” he pants. “That just felt so good.”

“Yeah?” I kiss under his ear. “Get up here. Lie back gently on the floor with your ass on the couch.”

He glances behind him, unsure, and I help guide him into position. His upper body settles on the carpet while his hips remain propped against the couch, leaving him open and exposed in a way that makes my chest tighten.

I sink my fingers into him and watch him squirm. “Sensitive?” He nods. “You know what to say.” I press deeper, twisting my fingers, and watch him moan.