Page 33 of Hexmate

“Y-Yeah,” I managed to say, my voice trembling. “I’ve just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Me either,” he said genuinely. “With another man I mean.”

I stared at him for a long moment. “I’ve never done it… at all.”

Atlas’s eyes widened slightly at my admission. “You’re a virgin?” he asked softly, his hand gently caressing my cheek.

I nodded, feeling heat rise to my face. “Is... is that okay?”

A low growl rumbled in Atlas’s chest, his eyes flashing with a mix of tenderness and primal possessiveness. “More than okay,” he murmured. “It means I’ll be your first... your only.”

His words sent a shiver through me. Any other time I might’ve questioned his possessive nature, but right now all it did was make me harder. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, but I couldn’t look away.

“We’ll take it slow,” Atlas promised, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you. So how about just the basics today?”

His tenderness, so at odds with his usual aggressive demeanor, made my heart swell. I reached up, threading my fingers through his dark hair. “I trust you,” I whispered.

Atlas groaned softly, capturing my lips in another kiss, deeper this time. His tongue slid against mine as his hand trailed down my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he reached my cock, he wrapped his large hand around it, giving it a gentle stroke.

I gasped into Atlas’s mouth as he began to stroke me, his calloused hand sending waves of pleasure through my body. His touch was firm but gentle, careful not to overwhelm me too quickly. I clung to his broad shoulders, my hips unconsciously rocking into his grip.

“That’s it,” Atlas murmured against my lips. “Let yourself feel good, Caden. I’ve got you.”

His words emboldened me. I slid one hand down his muscular chest, tracing the defined ridges of his abs beforehesitantly wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. Atlas groaned, his hips jerking forward.

“Fuck, Caden,” he growled. “That feels good…”

Encouraged by his reaction, I began to stroke him, mimicking the motions of his hand on me. Atlas’s breath came faster, his golden eyes dark with lust as he stared down at me. The air between us grew thick with desire, the room filled with the sound of our mingled gasps and moans.

Atlas’s free hand cupped my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed, parting my lips slightly. Atlas slipped his thumb into my mouth, pressing it gently against my tongue. The intimacy of the act sent a shiver through me.

“That’s it,” Atlas murmured, his voice husky. “Suck on it.”

I closed my lips around his thumb, sucking softly as he’d instructed. A low growl rumbled in Atlas’s chest, his eyes flashing with primal hunger. The hand on my cock tightened slightly, his strokes becoming faster, more insistent.

Pleasure built rapidly within me, my inexperienced body overwhelmed by the dual sensations. I moaned around Atlas’s thumb, my hips bucking up into his grip. All I could imagine was his thick cock in my mouth. The idea of it was enough to push me to the edge. I wanted to know what he tasted like, how he felt pulsing against my tongue.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Atlas said, his voice rough. “I can smell it on you. Let go, Caden. Cum for me.”

His words pushed me over the edge. With a muffled cry, I came hard, spilling over Atlas’s hand and my own stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as Atlas stroked me through my orgasm.

As I came down from my high, I became aware that Atlas was still rock hard in my grip. His golden eyes were dark with need,his breath coming in short pants. I wanted to return the pleasure he’d given me.

“Atlas,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I want to taste you.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

I nodded, licking my lips nervously. “Show me how.”

Atlas groaned, shifting to kneel beside my head. His thick cock bobbed in front of my face, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He cupped my cheek gently, guiding me towards him.

“Just start slow,” he murmured. “Use your tongue first. And watch your teeth.”

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Atlas hissed in pleasure, his hand tightening in my hair. Encouraged, I swirled my tongue around the head before taking it into my mouth.

The taste was salty and musky, not unpleasant. I sucked gently, trying to take him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I attempted to accommodate his impressive size. A low groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers tightening in my hair.

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