Painted On My Heart

When Kel eased around him, Arik draped himself across his lover’s back and pressed opened-mouthed kisses to his neck and broad shoulders as he pushed in and out of Kel’s body in long, deep strokes. They were perfect together. So very perfect.

He drew Kel up so his back pressed tightly against Arik’s chest and continued the satisfying rhythm of his hips. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the space around them. Kellus’s soft grunts filled the room.

As he leaned into Kel, he changed his angle and smiled when Kellus shuddered. The man threw his head back, his hips bucked wildly, and his tight channel clenched around Arik’s dick with every thrust.

“I’m close,” Kellus said and dropped forward onto the table again, shifting positions, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the worktable. Arik canted his hips and found that perfect place that made Kellus groan. He thrust in again and again, and Kel lost his rhythm. Arik fought to keep moving, torn between drawing it out and making the feeling last forever. Sadly, he didn’t have that luxury right now because the security guys were on their way.

“Let me feel you come around my cock, Kel.” Arik sped up, his fist stroking Kellus with purpose as he thrust into him. He gripped Kel tightly, holding him in place as his orgasm built, growing in his balls and threatening to explode any second. He struggled to keep it together, but the churning in his balls had his hips flexing instinctively.

“Holy fucking shit. Your ass feels amazing!” Arik gasped as Kellus’s ass clamped down hard around him.

“I can’t hol…” Kellus mumbled as his cock pulsed in Arik’s hand, hot seed spilling over his fingers as he continued to stroke Kel through his orgasm.

Not able to hold off any longer, Arik’s breath caught in his throat, his ears rang, and blood rushed through his pounding heart as his come filled the condom deep inside Kel’s body. He stayed there, holding on tightly, his hips rocking nice and slow as his muscles started to relax.

Arik waited until they’d both caught their breath, then dropped a kiss to the back of Kellus’s neck. He gripped the base of his dick, holding the condom in place as he eased out of Kellus. He quickly tied off the condom and tossed it in the big trash bin at the end of the table before drawing Kellus up against his chest.

“You know I’ll never be able to look at art without thinking about you bent over the worktable,” he teased, nipping Kellus’s ear.

“Is that so?” Kellus returned mischievously, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Arik welcomed that as a good thing. He loved this playful side of Kellus. He bent in to sample the sweetness of Kellus’s mouth again.

“Come home with me. You need a good night’s sleep,” Arik whispered against Kellus’s lips.

“I need to keep an eye on things,” Kellus said, dropping a hand to the worktable.

“Your bed’s broken. The sofa cushions are destroyed. Besides, my guy should be out front. He’ll stay all night and watch the house.”

“Arik, I can’t have you doing that,” Kellus protested half-heartedly.

“Come on. You can plead your case from my very comfortable bed.” He waggled his brows at Kel and dropped a kiss on his nose.

Kellus sighed as a smile curved his lips. “Has anyone ever mentioned that you can be a little bossy sometimes?”

Chapter 14

At five thirty in the morning, Arik gave up any pretense of sleep, carefully untangled himself from Kellus’s hold, then rose from bed. Not surprisingly, Kellus never woke; he didn’t even stir. The emotional abuse his guy regularly took bordered levels Arik couldn’t even understand. What he’d put up with over the last year was a little mind-boggling and that son of a bitch ex knew it. All this was a game to that low-life prick. He was the sadistic puppeteer laughing as he destroyed the only person on the planet good enough to try to help his sorry ass.

It pissed Arik off on every level.

He padded to the bathroom to quickly grab his robe then slid it over his shoulders before he ran his fingers through his hair in hopes of taming the thick mass. He stared at himself in the mirror, gazing closely at the expression in his eyes. Kellus infused him with a desire to look deeper. He just wanted to see what Kellus saw when he read people then brought out those emotions in his art so clearly.

Even a few weeks ago, if anyone had asked him what he’d do in a situation like this, he’d have taken the stance of tough-love just like Kellus’s family had done. Technically, by continuing to help that loser, Kellus had brought all this on himself. Kellus’s caring, loyal heart had handed John all the power to destroy him, and it sure seemed his ex was intent on doing that very thing.