He was right. They knew very little about one another. At least on a personal level. But there were plenty of things he did know, things that made Slade admire and respect him. Like his character, his loyalty, his fierce desire to do the right thing. Those were the important things.
“We’ve got time,” he assured Atticus, wanting the man to know this wasn’t a one-time thing for him. Slade had endured the promiscuous lifestyle that came with being with a man like Carson, but he craved monogamy. He wanted something more. He wanted a home like the one his parents had provided him and his brothers.
“If you say so.”
“I do.” Slade smiled, reaching for the puff and the body wash. “I definitely do.”
“I figured you for a bar soap kinda guy,” Atticus teased as Slade lathered soap on the puff.
“I’m full of surprises. Turn around.”
Atticus turned, facing away from him.
Slade began soaping him up, starting at his neck and covering every inch all the way to his toes. On the return trip, he teased with his hands, stroking Atticus’s slick cock until it was hard and sliding his fingers along the crack of Atticus’s ass, dipping between them to tease his hole.
Atticus moaned, tipping forward, encouraging Slade to continue.
“Not yet. But soon.”
“Then let me return the favor.”
Slade passed him the puff after he rinsed the soap and watched as Atticus soaped it again. He watched as Atticus dragged the suds over his skin, using his hand and the puff to ensure he got every crevice. Although he had plenty of experience with sex, this was quite possibly the most erotic thing Slade had ever done. There was an intimacy that couldn’t be denied, the two of them like this. They weren’t consumed by the rush that came with sex but rather driven by the curiosity that came with exploring a lover.
When Atticus went to his knees before him, Slade blocked the water from hitting him as he caressed his head, letting him decide where they went from there. As the water rinsed away the soap and Atticus leaned in, licking the swollen head of his cock, Slade’s breaths grew more labored.
He loved his fucking mouth. Loved how eager he was to please, his eyes continuing to watch Slade’s face, his movements guided by Slade’s reactions.
“You’re so fuckin’ good at that,” he whispered, gritting his teeth as pleasure pummeled him.
Slade slapped a firm hand on the wall when Atticus’s fingers caressed his taint, moving closer and closer to—
“Fuck,” he groaned, shifting his legs wide so Atticus could explore more.
Atticus began fingering his hole while sucking his cock, and Slade nearly lost it. It took effort not to come, but he wasn’t ready. He wanted to be inside Atticus when he did.
“Oh, Jesus!” Slade hissed, dropping his head back when Atticus brushed his prostate. He began to tremble violently, desperate not to come but not sure he was capable of abstaining.
The mouth on his cock disappeared, causing Slade to open his eyes and look down.
“Come in my mouth,” Atticus said, his voice rough.
And then his mouth was on him once more, this time feverishly bobbing up and down while those fingers continued to fuck him. Slade palmed Atticus’s head and stared down, watching as the man brought him closer and closer to that inevitable moment when pleasure overruled all thought.
“Jesus … fuck … Atticus!”
Slade came, driving his cock into Atticus’s mouth and letting himself go. Every muscle in his body locked up as the pleasure battered him from the inside out.
He grabbed Atticus’s arm and pulled him up, crushing him against him as he kissed him hard enough to bruise them both. Atticus’s arms looped around his waist as they leaned against one another, letting the rush move through them both.
“I’m not through with you. Not by a long shot,” Slade promised.
Chapter Nineteen
Sunday, August 14, 2022
JJ cried out, jolting awake from hernightmare. Instantly, her hands went to her belly, and air escaped on a whimper.
She was okay.
