Page 8 of Broken Trust

Oh fuck. The guy had been right. This was a night Atlas wouldn’t soon forget. Too bad it was a one-off. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of this mountain again. None of his past boyfriends had made Atlas feel such a rush.

Just as Atlas was about to wrap his legs around the guy’s waist, Kellen pulled back, twisted sideways, and opened the nightstand drawer. Atlas lay there trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling way too fast.

Kellen turned back around, a bottle of lube in his hand. He reared back to his knees then slid the bottom of the tube over Atlas’s inner thigh. “Have you ever stretched yourself before?”

If the guy would stop making goose bumps erupt everywhere, Atlas might be able to think. “Yes.”

Still on his knees, Kellen moved back a little. “On all fours, sexy.”

Atlas had stretched himself before but never in front of anyone. He wasn’t a prude, but the thought of Kellen watching him made his hand shake slightly as he reached for the bottle.

Kellen pulled it out of his reach. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart. As badly as I want you, if there’s something you’re not into, you’re free to say no.”

When he brought the bottle closer, Atlas took it. “I’ve just never done it in front of anyone.”

The guy’s eyes twinkled as he smiled. “Seeing your fingers in your ass is only going to turn me on even more than I already am, Atlas.”

Kellen said his name so seductively that Atlas shivered. Turning onto his hands and knees, he opened the cap and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He tossed the bottle aside, lowered his head until he was resting on his cheek, then slid his hand between his legs.

Strong fingers curled around his wrist, guiding him. Using two fingers, Atlas probed at his hole. Kellen pushed Atlas’s fingers forward, helping to breach his ring of muscles.

Then he let Atlas’s hand go. “That’s it, baby. Slid them in and out of your ass for me.”

Kellen’s voice had grown deeper. When Atlas glanced around his shoulder, his breathing hitched. The guy was stroking his own cock, his gaze fixated on what Atlas was doing. Kellen’s lips parted as raw pleasure filled his emerald eyes.

Atlas drove his fingers deeper, watching his lover watch him. With his free hand, Kellen helped Atlas add a third finger. His gaze shot to Atlas’s face, a sexy smile spreading across his lips.

“I wish you could see this.” He winked. “I have to strangle the base of my cock to stop myself from coming.”

As much as Atlas wanted to keep watching the guy, his arm was starting to ache. He pulled his fingers free, and then Kellen grabbed the lube, lathering the gel over his hard shaft.

Atlas turned his head, pressed his palms into the comforter, then jutted his ass higher.

“That’s it, baby. Offer yourself to me.” Kellen’s thighs pressed against the back of Atlas’s. The blunt head touched his entrance, making Atlas whimper.

As soon as the head popped inside, Kellen placed his palms on either side of Atlas’s cheeks. As his lover thrust forward in a leisurely motion, he pulled Atlas back toward him, impaling him inch by excruciatingly slow inch.

Atlas rose upward, rocking back onto Kellen’s cock. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep this pace to enjoy the buildup or slam backward.

He slammed backward, taking Kellen all the way in.

“Goddamn,” Kellen groaned. “Someone wants this cock badly.”

Atlas was stretched wide, Kellen’s shaft filling him completely. He rocked back more rapidly, his lover’s length gliding over his kill zone.

“Faster it is.” Kellen gripped Atlas’s hips, pistoning into him. His hips snapped forward, driving into Atlas harder with each thrust.

No longer able to keep quiet, Atlas shouted as each thrust sent pulses of pleasure down his spine.

“Fuck, yeah,” Kellen said. “Let me know how good this feels. Don’t hold anything back.”

Atlas’s head dropped forward as he felt himself sinking into the ecstasy that only came from having a thick cock scraping against his prostate. “More,” he begged, wishing that the feeling would never end.

Kellen pulled out, flipped Atlas over, and then shoved Atlas’s legs back before he drove inside again. The guy pressed his hands against the wall, looking down to where they were joined. Atlas was bent in half, unable to move.

“So goddamn good, baby.” Kellen let out a low growl, punching his hips forward and making Atlas curl upward.

Sweat covered their bodies as Kellen slowed. He leaned back on his haunches and tossed Atlas’s legs over his arms.

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