Page 90 of These Wicked Hearts

I dip my fingers into his briefs, dragging them down his legs, and his cock hits me on the chin. I can’t help laughing a little. He rolls his eyes, but I see amusement touch his smile. The purplish head shines with precum, and he smells so good. He tastes even better. He steps out of his briefs as I look up at him, in awe of him.

The chemistry between us is insane, and I feel like I’m burning up under his stare. This buzz is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. His fingers slide under my chin, lifting my gaze to his as he takes his cock in hand and strokes it, the tip inches from my lips.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

Without breaking eye contact, I open my mouth. He slaps his dick on my tongue before I suck his crown into my mouth, and I drink him down, moaning as I feel the smooth slide of his shaft on my tongue. I love this feeling. I don’t know what it is about it, but when I look up and see the broken look in those beautiful brown eyes, I suck harder, watching them roll back.

He signals me to stand and takes the toy and lube, slicking it up in his hands. “Grab a condom.”

“I mean, I got tested, I’m⁠—”

“Condom.” Disappointment pinches my chest. “It’s not like that, Atlas, I just . . . not right now, okay.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I don’t know why I feel like this. I don’t care. I take a condom and rip it with my teeth, sliding it down my cock. I haven’t topped in a while now and anticipation buzzes under my skin. The last time I even hooked up with someone it was a woman at a nightclub, and she was not shy at all about fucking me.

Gage grabs my hand, leading me into the shower with the toy in his grip. He adjusts it for me, sticking it firmly to the wall. “Turn around, Atlas.” I hesitate a moment before I turn and brace my hands on the wall, and he sinks to his knees, water raining down around us. His palms smooth up my ass before he squeezes it in his hands.

“Oh fuck.” I rest my head on my arm against the shower wall as he licks and opens me up. I don’t know how all the prepping in the world is going to make it possible to fit that thing inside me, but I love a challenge.

His tongue strokes my hole, and I reach back, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. “Fuck, Gage.” His tongue slides inside me. His hands smooth up my legs and press on my stomach, pulling me back against his face. I reach for my cock but let my hand fall to my side. Not until he tells me to. It just feels so good.

He finally rises, turning me gently. His hands smooth over my waist. His fingers dip between my cheeks, and he rubs my hole, looking me right in the eyes as he smirks. “Slowly, take your time.”

I nod, moving back until I feel the toy nudge against my hole.

A long groan leaves my lips. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah?” He grins wide.

“It’s so much.” I push back, needing a minute. “You know—” I take a breath. “I’ve never thought he was circumcised. Kind of a surprise.”

“You are something.” He grips my jaw. “How is it?”

“So thick.”

His fingers land on my hips, guiding me back on the toy as I take a little bit more each time. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m okay.”

“Good.” He kisses my mouth. “Look how good you are.”

“It feels so good, Gage.”

“You better not come.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my slit, making my knees buckle.

“Yeah. Huh?” I groan, taking it halfway down, the thick shaft stretching me to the limits. Gage’s hands brace my hips, his gaze unnerving as he watches me. A smile slips onto his lips as I take more. “Gage,” I whine, but he only smiles wider. It’s like he wants me to break.

He turns around, and I look down as he pushes back on me. “Go ahead, Atlas. Take what you want from me.”

I stroke my cock, notching myself to his hole. “Fuck.” I slip inside. I can barely think. Every movement on this toy makes me hotter. I swallow as Gage crowds my space, pushing back on me, and my pulse hammers in my throat. “Oh my god, you’re the worst.” Gage chuckles, pushing back until his ass meets my hips with a pulse-pounding groan. “Holy shit. Gage, this is going to be really fast.”

“You better not come until I tell you to.”

“I hate you,” I whine.

“Hate how good this feels.”

I try to think of a smart-ass remark, but nothing comes to mind. I can’t think. He’s stolen anything coherent from my brain. Gage looks back, satisfied by my suffering. “Come on, Atlas. Come on.” He smiles softly; it nearly looks cruel. “You know, for an all-star athlete your stamina leaves a lot to be desired.”