Slade chuckled, his voice pitched low.“A shower.”
Shower.Right.Fuck that feels good.
He gritted his teeth when Slade’s fingers firmed around his shaft, stroking leisurely.The man knew exactly how to touch him to make his head spin.
“We’ll save water and time,” Slade whispered, the heat of his gaze searing him.
Atticus rolled his hips, fucking Slade’s fist.“I’ve been in the shower with you before.We damn sure don’t save water.”
Slade’s voice lowered.“But it’s worth it, right?”
“So worth it,” Atticus whispered, closing his eyes as the pleasure of Slade’s touch moved through his entire body.
Slade tugged the blanket, pulling it down.Atticus peered down, watching his cock tunnel in and out of Slade’s fist.
“I love watchin’ you like this,” Slade groaned, his thumb gliding through the pre-cum pooling on the tip of Atticus’s dick.
Yeah, well, Atticus liked when Slade watched.And touched.Sometimes, he wondered whether Slade had taken a class on exactly how to touch a man to make him lose his mind.No one had ever touched him the way Slade did.No one had ever made him feel like he was burning up from the inside out.Not even Carson and that man knew how to fuck.But there was no denying Slade was extremely attentive in the bedroom.
Or on the couch.
In the kitchen.
In the truck.
“Slade … oh, fuck,” Atticus moaned softly, reaching up, running his fingers through Slade’s hair, pumping his hips, fucking Slade’s fist.“Put … your … mouth … on … me.”
The bed shifted beside him, causing Atticus to open his eyes.Slade propped himself on one elbow before scooting down the bed.Atticus stared down his body, watching as Slade once again began his smooth, rhythmic stroke.He dared a glance at Slade’s face, saw the man watching him with a smile.
Feeling self-conscious, Atticus said, “What?”
“Nothin’.I like watchin’ you, is all.”
He knew that was true because Slade was always watching him.
Atticus’s breath hitched when Slade leaned forward, his mouth hovering dangerously close to the sensitive head of his dick.He felt warm breath seconds before the soft rasp of Slade’s tongue nearly sent him into hyperspace.
And then Slade was sucking him, drawing him in deep, teasing with his lips and tongue.It was all Atticus could do to hang on, letting the pleasure carry him to new heights.
Clearly Slade knew what he was doing because he never sent Atticus careening over the edge despite his eagerness to do so.He wanted to come, but every time he thought he would, Slade would pull back just enough to move that cliff a little further away.
His hand found its way into Slade’s hair, his fingers twining in the silky, dark strands.He didn’t dominate, didn’t urge Slade’s head down, he merely touched him because he could.He enjoyed being grounded in the moment, reminded of who he was with and where they were.Being with Slade differed from being with the men from his past.Slade and Carson were the first men in his life who’d made him feel like something more than a nameless indulgence.
“Slade … more … I need more.”
To his regret, Slade didn’t give him more.Instead, he pulled off, shifting so that he was blanketing Atticus’s body, his knees cradling Atticus’s hips.
“Let’s shower,” Slade whispered, trailing his lips along Atticus’s jaw.
Atticus was nearly boneless from the pleasure, but he managed a nod.He got to his feet and stumbled along after Slade.
When Slade bypassed his bathroom, Atticus said, “Give me a sec.I’ll join you.”
He took the opportunity to brush his teeth, running through multiplication tables in an effort to get his aching dick to settle long enough for him to take a piss.Once he was done, he wandered naked through the house toward Slade’s bedroom.He found Slade in the shower, his naked body on display through the glass that was steaming up.
The man was devastatingly gorgeous.With all that muscle and sinew, he would’ve made one hell of a cover forMuscle & Fitnessmagazine.Slade was actually the one who had inspired Atticus to want to get into shape when he went to training a few weeks ago.
Slade tipped his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water pour down on his head.Atticus took the opportunity to join him, admiring the way the water glazed all that smooth, bronzed skin.
