Painted On My Heart - Page 90

“Arik, you need to listen to me. I can’t. I have too much crap in my life to deal with. John knows something’s up. I know him too well. He’s not gonna stop until he knows what I’m doing,” Kellus tried to explain.

What the hell did he care what John knew? What neither John nor Kellus seemed to realize was that Arik had the power to shut that fucking creep down. The only reason he was playing the game this way was because of the man in front of him. John was a non-issue to him.

“I have an idea. Be honest with John. Tell him you’re doing me now. And I’m working hard to erase all his taint from your life. Because unlike him, I’ll respect and cherish what he so carelessly tossed away. Damn fool.” Arik lost the battle at keeping his distance and leaned forward to fist his hand in Kellus’s hair and draw him in to kiss his smiling lips.

To his surprise, Kellus aggressively kissed him back. The brushes Kellus had put away clattered across the countertop as Kel scrambled to draw him closer. Kellus was demanding as much as he was giving. Heat flooded Arik’s groin as the artist’s muscular body moved against him. He could feel the hardness of Kellus’s erection as it brushed against his thigh.

When they finally came up for air, Arik reached in his back pocket, tossing the foil packages of lube and a condom on the worktable. Kellus glanced down at the offerings, and bit his lip, almost as if he were weighing his options.

“I want you, Kel,” he said, making no bones about it as he drew the man back to him. Kellus’s arms wrapped around him and slid under his shirt. Arik bent his head, mouthing along Kellus’s collarbone before flicking his tongue across a flat brown nipple and taking it between his teeth. Kellus’s breath hitched; his fingers dug into Arik’s skin. Arik used his tongue to lap and suck at the bud as it tightened under his attention.

He dipped his fingers into the waistband of Kellus’s jeans, popped the button, then eased the zipper down without any resistance. “Can I?”

“Yes.” Kel spoke softly, but the word still echoed sweetly in Arik’s head, filling him with desire as he straightened to his full height and helped Kel balance as he toed off his flip-flops and slid out of his jeans. Arik groaned when he realized Kel hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

Arik reached up to brush the hair from Kellus’s face so he could see those beautiful blue eyes. Eyes he could stay lost in forever.

“You amaze me.” He tenderly cupped the back of Kel’s head and brought their mouths together, needing another taste of his artist’s lips.

Kel slid his hands up Arik’s back, lifting the shirt as he went. Arik broke from the kiss, stepping away only long enough to help tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans before shoving them and his underwear down just low enough on his thighs to free his dick and balls.

Arik stood in front of Kellus, his cock hard, jutting away from his body, eager and on full display. The other man’s eyes raked down his body, lingering between his legs for several heartbeats. Kellus’s gaze lifted to Arik’s as he reached for him again. Kel brushed his thumb over a nipple and slid his large hand up Arik’s chest and around the back of his head to draw him forward to continue the kiss.

The kiss grew incendiary—tongues dueling, probing, tasting, both men barely able to draw oxygen into their lungs as they rutted wildly against each other.

Kellus became the aggressor the longer the kiss continued. Strong hands cradled his balls, fondling them, almost driving Arik to his knees with need. Arik ground himself into Kel’s palm, straining for more of his touch. Taking Kellus’s dick in hand, he gave him a few strokes, smearing the wetness across the thick head with his thumb as they ate hungrily at each other’s mouths.

“I need to be inside you, Kel. I’ll be careful,” he said, licking inside Kel’s mouth.

Kellus made a needy whimper and broke from the kiss as he turned and faced the worktable, then he stuck his ass out in invitation.

“Damn, you’re going to be the death of me.” Arik growled as he pushed Kellus lower on the table and stepped in behind him. Arik ran his hand slowly over the ridges of his guy’s spine, caressing him. “So beautiful,” he praised as his hand continued up the back of Kellus’s neck, then he tangled his fingers in all that silky hair. With his grip firm, he tugged Kellus’s head backward and rubbed himself on the back of the artist’s spread thighs. Kellus ground his ass against him. Fuck! He swore he almost came all over himself in that moment. He had to reach down with his free hand and squeeze the base of his overly eager cock.

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