Page 7 of Broken Trust

“Kind of. Just how tall are you?”

“Six-six.”

Kellen pressed him against the door, possessing Atlas’s lips in a slow-burning kiss. His facial hair was surprisingly soft, brushing over Atlas’s skin and making him tremble. He’d never been with anyone who had a beard and mustache, and he loved how it felt.

Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around Kellen’s waist. The feeling of their bodies pressed together ignited a desperate hunger in Atlas. He slid his arms around Kellen’s broad shoulders, they took the kiss deeper.

Kellen gripped Atlas’s hips and then eased one hand between them, gently squeezing Atlas’s denim-covered cock.

Holy shit. Atlas pulled away from the kiss with a throaty groan, his lips parting as his head thumped against the door behind him. Kellen nipped and licked his way across Atlas’s jaw then teased his earlobe between his teeth.

If this was how it felt making out with a bad-boy, Atlas should have done it years ago. He was being held in place by Mr. Mountain’s sheer strength as the guy kept massaging Atlas’s cock.

With a low growl—Atlas had never heard a man growl before—Kellen cupped his ass and turned, walking toward the bed. Atlas squeaked when Kellen fell forward, dropping them onto the bedding.

“Did you think I would crush you?” Kellen smirked as he looked down at Atlas, humor in his green eyes.

“The thought crossed my mind,” Atlas admitted, sliding his palms down Kellen’s chiseled arms. “You’re a very big man.”

The guy chuckled as Atlas realized what he’d just said. “Why don’t we find out?” Kellen said.

Atlas’s breath stuttered when Kellen pulled back, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. He didn’t just have tattoo sleeves. His entire chest was inked.

Kellen took his boots off and then unsnapped the button on his jeans. Atlas licked his lips, excitement filling him. He was dying to see the stud’s cock.

His sexy lover crooked a finger. “Get on all fours, Atlas.”

Unsure why, Atlas kicked his sneakers off and then did as Kellen asked. The guy moved closer, slowly lowering his zipper. Atlas’s breath stalled in his lungs. The anticipation was killing him.

Then Kellen slid his fingers inside his waistband, pushing his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, and Atlas moaned.

He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

With one hand, Kellen grabbed the base, and with the other, he tucked his fingers under Atlas’s chin. Atlas’s heart nearly gave out as Kellen fed him his cock.

Atlas swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the salty essence of his lover’s arousal. He sucked gently, drawing in more of Kellen’s length.

“Fuck, Atlas.” Kellen’s voice was deep and gravelly.

Atlas moaned, the sound muffled by the thick shaft in his mouth. Kellen’s fingers tightened under his chin, urging him to take more. Atlas obliged, swallowing as much of the length as he could as his lover thrust, his heavy-lidded eyes watching.

Kellen groaned, his fingers sliding along Atlas’s jaw. “You have no idea how good your lips look wrapped around my dick.”

As badly as Atlas wanted to take all of Kellen, he had to back off slightly. His cheeks were starting to get sore from being stretched so wide.

The guy eased back, taking his hard shaft with him. Atlas glanced up at him, licking his lips. “Why did you pull away?”

“As much as I love you sucking my dick, I want to get inside your ass.” After Kellen finished removing his clothes, he flipped Atlas onto his back, damn near ripping his clothes off.

Atlas laughed. He’d never had anyone this anxious to get to him.

Kellen smirked as he tossed aside Atlas’s jeans, underwear, and socks.

Jackknifing, Atlas removed his shirt then moved closer to the center of the bed. His heart raced wildly as his lover crawled toward him, his muscles rippling as he moved. Kellen reminded him of a predator homing in on its prey. The sight was a bit scary, but thrilling.

A deep groan escaped Atlas as he felt the guy’s cock sliding up his leg. Kellen stopped, his body hovering over Atlas’s, his hands on either side of his head. Atlas lay there looking up at the guy, tremors of excitement filling him.

Bench-pressing downward, Kellen glided his tongue over Atlas’s bottom lips, and then he plunged his tongue inside Atlas’s mouth.

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