Page 12 of Xtasy

“I love your body,” Hawk praised. “Everything about it. Hold your arms out to your side, palms facing me.”

Atlas obeyed but couldn’t help but think the pose didn’t appear very enticing.

“Play with your nipples for me. Show me what you like—what feels good to you.” Hawk dropped his crossed arms and slowly started unbuttoning his own shirt, watching Atlas like the bird of prey he was named after. “Show me.”

Okay, things ramped up really quickly, Atlas thought to himself.He could do this. He could do this. Atlas chanted inside his head. Embarrassed, he lowered his eyes away from Hawk and allowed his fingers to caress his nipples. It was a new feeling. When he jacked off, all his attention was usually focused on below his waist. His fingers whispered across his nipples again…not good, not bad.

“Look at me,” Hawk commanded softly. “Eyes on me. I see this as us sharing passion. I want to see pleasure flare in your pretty blue eyes, and I can’t see it when you’re hiding from me.”

Fuck. Atlas’ cock pushed against his jeans, wanting to be released. Slowly, Atlas raised his eyes to meet Hawk’s piercing gaze. Hawk might think that Atlas’ eyes would flare with passion, but the bigger man’s eyes…they blazed with hunger. He’s shed his shirt. His muscles rippled. His long hair hung to his shoulders, making him look like an untamed stallion. Yes, Hawk rocked a man-bun like a motherfucker, but Atlas preferred it wild and messy.

“Twist and pinch them,” Hawk ordered, knocking Atlas out of his fantasy. “Hard. Make yourself feel some pain, just the right amount. Not too much but definitely not too little.”

Locked in Hawk’s gaze, Atlas obeyed. He started with a soft pinch. Moved to pinch harder. Harder. He felt like electric sparks sizzled as his nipple stiffened with each pinch, tug, and twist. His breathing quickened. Heart fluttered. How had he missed out on this? What a stupid fucker he was to never even try, Atlas thought as he continued to obediently fondled himself. His cock begged that he stroke it, but he knew Hawk wouldn’t approve. There would be a command, and he would wait for it.

“Lick your fingers, get them good and wet, and then play again,” Hawk said as he placed one knee on the bed so he could be closer to Atlas. “I’ll put clamps on those one day—make you wear them out in public. Clamps on your nipples and a plug in your ass, my toys marking you as mine.”

Atlas’ breath hitched as he envisioned it…how it would feel…how exposed and vulnerable…how sexy and adventurous. Hawk leaned in to blow on his wet nipples.

“I bet these taste delicious,” Hawk whispered seconds before his tongue swiped the hardened peaks. Each nipple received his devotion—so much devotion that Atlas started to whimper. He neededmore.

“I was right, they are sweet,” Hawk said. “I bet you have a lot of sweet spots on this tight body.” He leaned back, grabbed Atlas by the back of his knees, and muscled him into a horizontal position in a quick motion and with very little effort. He picked up Atlas’ left leg and removed his shoes and socks, placing a feather kiss on each toe afterwards. The right foot followed the same pattern. After that, his fingers reached for Atlas’ belt. Unbuckled it. He opened his jeans next. His fingers were large but nimble and made quick work of the job. Gripping the waistband, Hawk tugged Atlas’ jeans and underwear down slowly before tossing them aside.

Atlas’ cock bounced angrily against his stomach as soon as it was set free. “I…I need to touch myself,” Atlas gasped. “Fucking foreplay is one thing, but this is borderline torture, Hawk!”

“Oh, unicorn, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Hawk answered, his lips forming an incredibly sexy and naughty grin. “I’m still hunting for sweet spots.” Hawk flipped Atlas onto his stomach. “Move closer to the edge of the bed and get on your knees. Ass high in the air. If I’m not mistaken, I promised myself and you that I would feast on your gorgeous ass tonight, didn’t I?” Hawk ran a finger along Atlas’ crack until he found the rosebud of ultra-sensitive nerves. He pushed against it—not hard enough to enter his lover, but with enough pressure to cause Atlas to moan in desperation. “I wonder, will this beautiful hole be your sweetest spot?” Hawk reached around and gave Atlas’ cock one firm stroke and whispered, “Or will this be the sweetest of all?”

Atlas moaned again. “You’re killing me. You know this, right? If you’re trying to start a fire, I can tell you the entire forest is about to burn to the ground. I’m turned on. Full-on desperate to be fucked. My heart might explode…or my cock. Or both.”

Hawk chuckled as he opened Atlas’ perfectly shaped ass cheeks apart, revealing his puckered opening. His eyes narrowed with desire as he watched the hole twitch impatiently, silently demanding to be serviced. Hawk was happy to oblige. He inhaled deeply as he dropped to head closer to the prize. Atlas smelled like a man and Hawk savored the aroma. Using the tip of his tongue, he tickled the outer edges of his prize—loving that Atlas’ moaning ramped up a notch.

His new lover was correct about one thing…it was time they both reached some satisfaction. As much as Hawk wanted to playfully torture Atlas, his own passion threatened to consume him. His own cock had hardened the instant Atlas had given consent but with the scent and sounds coming from the boy, he feared he might come before he could give Atlas a taste of heaven. That would never do. Atlas’ pleasure would always come first…

Shit, when had Hawk ever considered theforevermode? Never…not until this boy.

Hawk’s hands massaged Atlas’ firm globes while his tongue tickled, tortured, and plundered his hole. Atlas was tight…very tight. Hawk heard a growl build in his throat. Hawk might not be Atlas’ first, but there hadn’t been many before him. If he had his way, there wouldn’t be any after him. The very thought of someone else touching and tasting Atlas made his blood boil.

Hawk stretched the puckered hole the best he could, using his tongue and fingers. A sweet mixture of curse words and whimpers tumbled from Atlas’ mouth as Hawk worked his magic.

“I…I can’t hold off anymore,” Atlas gasped. “Gotta cum.”

“Not without me inside you,” Hawk ordered. “Give me a minute,” he urged as he ripped his pants open, grabbed a condom and a large bottle of lube from the bedside table. As quickly as possible, he slid the condom on and coated it with the slippery lube. “Fuck, I need to be inside you, Atlas. You’re mine.” He smacked Atlas on the rump playfully. “Feet on the floor. Legs spread wide. Bend over the bed. I’ll go as slow as I can.Glitterif it’s too much.” Shit, Hawk realized he was rambling, talking too much…too fast. He was too excited. Too desperate.

Hawk lined his engorged cock against Atlas’ pucker and slowly started pushing inside. Atlas’ body involuntarily tried rejecting his cock, but once the head was inside him, his body gradually accepted him. Inch by inch. Tighter and tighter. Hawk felt like he couldn’t catch his breath, every nerve in his body was afire.

“Give it to me, Hawk,” Atlas pleaded. “I need it. I needyou.” Thinking of nothing but pleasure, Atlas pushed his ass against Hawk’s cock, impaling himself on the stiff rod. Pain caused flashing lights behind his closed eyes…but it didn’t last long. Hawk’s hand reached around to caress his balls and then stroke his leaking cock. The deliciousness of the feeling caused all thoughts of pain to vanish.

Hawk pulled out slowly and watched with delight as Atlas’ ass pushed back against him again. He watched his lover’s hole stretch wider and wider. Atlas’ moans grew louder, more impatient. Knowing what they both wanted, Hawk grabbed Atlas’ hips and started pounding into him. Fast and hard. Slow and solid. Deep. Hawk angled his hips so he would nail Atlas’ prostate with each thrust.

Within minutes, they both exploded—Atlas sending cum across the sheets and Hawk filling the condom. They were sweaty. Satiated. Exhausted…but wanting more. Needing more.

It was heaven.

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Atlas literally feltlike he was floating on air with each step he took. Sure, his entire body ached because he’d been fucked seven ways to Sunday…twice…at least, but it was the most fabulous feeling in the fucking world. He hadn’t wanted to leave Hawk’s bed. Hawk hadn’t wanted him to. Fuck, he should still be there. Everything inside him told him that he belonged with Hawk—that he belongedtoHawk.

They’d smooched on the private jet coming home. Joined the mile-high club. Smooched more. Sucked each other off. Atlas hadn’t really considered himself an overly sexual person but now he felt like a cat in heat.

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