“What are we going to be doing while they’re questioning people on the streets?” Atticus asked, as Jericho led him upstairs.
Jericho grimaced. “We’re going to go talk to somebody who might be able to shed some light on whatever it is we’re dealing with.”
Atticus arched a brow. “Why does it look like you’d rather be having a root canal?”
Jericho sighed. “Because a root canal is less painful than asking my ex-boyfriend for help.”
“You’re going to go talk tohim?”
The way Atticus saidhimspoke volumes, and it shot sparks along Jericho’s nerve endings. Atticus was jealous. “Relax, Freckles. You know there’s nobody else for me but you.”
Atticus stiffened. “I wasn’t even thinking of that.”
Liar.“No? Then what were you thinking about?” Jericho teased.
Atticus captured Jericho’s mouth, walking him backwards until his back hit the glass windows that overlooked the shop below. Oh, yeah. He was definitely jealous. That probably shouldn’t turn Jericho on, but it definitely did. He needed him desperate and loved him when he was needy. He was already half-hard when Atticus went to his knees in front of him.
Jericho glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see those down below weren’t paying them any mind. Atticus mouthed at the outline of his cock through his jeans. Jericho groaned. “You always look so good on your knees for me, Freckles. I can’t get enough.”
Atticus made a noise in his throat that could have meant anything or nothing at all. Jericho opened his jeans, pushing them out of the way and thrusting his hips away from the glass, his hand catching in Atticus’s hair as he forced his head back to his crotch. This time, the sound Atticus made was most definitely a moan. He loved to be manhandled.
“What do you want, Freckles? You want my cock in your mouth? Wanna suck me off right here where anybody can see us?” Atticus continued to mouth at his erection through his underwear until Jericho jerked his head back. “I asked you a question. You wanna blow me?”
“Yes,” Atticus rasped. “You know I do.”
Jericho grinned down at him, fisting his hand in his hair once more. “I just like hearing you say it. Say please.”
Atticus didn’t hesitate. “Please.”
“Please, Jericho.”
Atticus let out a shuddering breath. “Please, Jericho.”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name, Freckles. It’s so fucking hot.” Jericho freed himself from his underwear, smirking at the thought of the view they might get from downstairs and grateful his brother was long gone. “Open up for me.”
Atticus did as he was told. Jericho slipped his cock into the wet heat of his mouth, working himself in and out a couple of times.
“Fuck, your tongue is amazing. Suck me. Make me come.”
Jericho’s eyes rolled in pleasure, muscles tensing as Atticus’s lips closed around him, enveloping him in that tight suction of his mouth.
“Christ.”
Jericho watched Atticus as his head bobbed. He really was sexy as fuck. There was just something so obscene about his uptight little doctor on his knees, his hands gripping Jericho’s ass as if he couldn’t get him deep enough to sate him.
Jericho knotted his fingers in those auburn tresses, holding him in place so he could fuck into his mouth deep enough for him to gag, his eyes watering, but still, he didn’t release Jericho. Atticus wanted this—for Jericho to take what he wanted.
That was fine with him. “You love this, don’t you? Love choking on my cock. You can’t get enough, huh? Fuck. You’re so good for me. That’s it, relax and let me do the work. Good.” Atticus fumbled slightly, and Jericho realized it was him trying to shove his hand into his pants to get himself off. Jericho stifled a groan, his whole body flushing hot. “Oh, shit. Oh, yeah. Touch yourself for me.”
Atticus moaned obscenely as his hand closed around his flushed cock. The sensation sent shivers along Jericho’s spine.
“Fuck, yeah. Do that again. Moan for me.”
Atticus flicked his gaze upwards, tears leaking from the corners of his pretty blue eyes as he did as Jericho asked.
“That’s it, Freckles. Keep looking at me just like that. I’m so close. I want to watch you swallow my load.”
Once more, Atticus groaned, and Jericho realized he was coming over his fist. Holy shit. That was all it took. Jericho’s orgasm hit him with enough force to have him almost double over, giving a hoarse shout as he flooded Atticus’s mouth. He swallowed it all, sucking him like he didn’t want to miss even a drop.
