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“Oh yeah.” Atlas’s deep voice made his stomach rumble under me as he stretched. “Kiss me anywhere you’d like.”
“Anywhere?” I raised my eyebrows before deliberately licking each of his hipbones, painting a path around his hard-and-ready cock without actually touching it.
“There. Definitely there.” He groaned, impressive cock straining toward me.
Teasing, I kissed closer and closer before blowing a hot breath across his shaft. Only when he let out a needy moan did I press a soft kiss right below his plump cockhead. I flicked my tongue against the same spot, loving how he arched toward me, ready for more.
“Fuck. That’s already almost too good.” He stroked my head, touch uncertain, like he couldn’t decide between pulling me closer and pushing me away. “Feels a little unfair though. What if I want to kiss you too?”
I glanced up at his face. Surprisingly, his eyes were hot and his skin flushed. Damn. He was into the idea of blowing me back, and my cock pulsed against the sheets.
“You can. After.”
He made a thoughtful noise. “What about at the same time?”
“Ha.” I gave a strangled laugh because the idea of attempting a sixty-nine with Atlas had me near detonation. I’d only tried it a couple of times and hadn’t much liked the split attention, but Atlas’s mouth anywhere near my cock was likely to be epic. “You’re greatly overestimating my ability to multitask.”
“They make it look easy in porn.” His tone was adorably earnest.
“Been expanding your viewing habits beyond solo videos?” I teased.
“Well, yeah. What else am I supposed to do during the evenings when you’re recording gamer content?” He laughed, but his cheeks flushed a dark, dusky pink. “I want to be good for you, Zeb.”
“You are.” Hell, Atlas doing research for me was so damn hot. And sweet. Perfect, really. I wasn’t lying—all I’d ever wanted was right in front of me. “Honestly, I’ve been loving our steady diet of frot. I don’t need more than that.”
“But you want?” He gestured down at the position of my head mere centimeters from his cock.
“Well, yeah, of course I want to taste you.” I gave his cockhead a fast, soft lick to emphasize my point. “And do other things, but only if you want those too. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I want it all.” His reply was fast and firm. “With you, specifically. Tell me your absolute favorite thing?”
“I’m about to blow you.” I leered up at him. “Something tells me that’s gonna make top three at least.”
“I’m serious.” He lightly doffed my shoulder.
“Since you asked, I like blowing someone way more than getting blown, but I’m happy to let you try. After.” I took a shuddery breath because Atlas wanting to make all my sexy desires come true had me giddier than the champagne. “Most of my experience has been hands, mouths, and frot, but I do like getting fucked.” I paused to watch his eyes flare hot and dark again. Yeah, he liked that idea. “I’m so-so on topping. The who matters though, for getting fucked. I’ve only bottomed a couple of times because I have to really trust someone. And in case it’s not wildly obvious, I trust you.”
“But I’d hurt you.” He pursed his mouth, but the way his cock bobbed and strained said at least part of him loved the idea of fucking.
“You would not.” I patted his thick thigh. “Prep is a thing. And I may not have bottomed very much, but I’ve got an adventurous toy collection.”
“Oh really?” His eyes went hilariously wide, and his voice lowered. “Gonna show me?”
“Some time.” I waved a hand before he could suggest I rummage under the bed right then. “I need to taste you in the next century, though, so no show-and-tell right now.”
“I could get into watching. Just saying.” He glanced over at my nightstand as if considering demanding a show anyway.
“I know you could.” I licked his cock again. “Now, hush.”
“Aye-aye, Lieutenant.” Atlas gave me a funny little mock salute right before I swallowed as much of his cock as I could easily take. “Oh fuck.”
I pulled back enough to chuckle. “I’ve barely started.”
“And I like it already.”
“Just wait.” I started a slow and steady rhythm of shallow sucking intermixed with licks. Growing more comfortable, I went a little deeper, and he instinctually rocked toward me. I pitched my voice as stern as his often was. “Hold still. I wanna try something.”
“Anything.” Atlas was already panting even before I took a deep breath and slowly, so very slowly, went almost to his base. Not quite, but close. I retreated, then tried again, my nose tickling his well-trimmed patch of hair. “God. You don’t…” He trailed off to moan loudly as I did it again. “Fucking hell. That’s good.”
“Keep holding still,” I ordered as I played with this new, deeper rhythm, swallowing hard around his shaft and working him with my tongue. He was on the larger side, no doubt, but I loved the challenge almost as much as his responses.
