“Atticus, get on the bed.All fours, facing that wall, not the headboard,” Carson told him.“Put your chest on the mattress and spread your cheeks.”Carson looked down at Slade.“You can stand up now.”
Slade got to his feet and moved to Carson’s side, watching as Atticus crawled up on the bed and did as instructed.He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he got into position.When he reached back to reveal his puckered hole, he hesitated for only a moment, but it was enough to give Carson a reason to swat his ass, which he did.
Atticus moaned.
“Grab the lube,” Carson told Slade as he grazed Atticus’s hole with the tip of his finger.“Gotta prepare you for my dick.”
Another moan.
“You want my big dick to fill this tight little ass, huh?”
Atticus didn’t respond, which made Carson’s cock thicken even more.He loved how submissive the man was, how he obeyed as though it were his only job.
Slade returned from the bathroom with a pump bottle.
“You can finger his ass.Start with one.End with three.”Carson walked to the side of the bed and fisted Atticus’s hair, lifting his head.“And you, sweet boy, are gonna suck my dick while he stretches you wide so you can take all of me.”
Atticus moaned, fumbling to put his hands under him so he could lift himself up as Carson guided him with his hand still fisted in his hair.
Carson pushed his cock past those soft lips, deep into Atticus’s eager mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes.That mouth.”
Atticus hummed when Slade pushed one slick finger into his ass.Carson watched the digit slide in and out.Easily, gently, Slade finger-fucked him.
“When you’re ready, I’m gonna sit in that chair while you sit on my dick,” Carson told Atticus, but his eyes were on Slade.“While you ride my dick, Slade’s gonna fuck your face.”
Slade’s eyes snapped up, meeting Carson’s.His approval glittered in the dark brown depths.
“You get both of us.At the same time.”
Atticus began rocking forward and back, impaling himself on Slade’s fingers and Carson’s cock with each sway.Carson remained in control, holding his hair, not allowing Atticus to get himself off before it was time.
“Look at that.Three fingers buried deep in your ass.You ready for my cock?”
Atticus nodded but didn’t make a sound.
“You wanna slide that tight little ass down my dick and let me fill you up.”It wasn’t a question.
That earned him a moan.
“One more minute,” Carson said, watching as Slade gripped his own dick while he continued to finger Atticus’s ass.
Watching Slade was a pleasure unlike anything Carson had ever known.The man was an absolute masterpiece; like that, he was a walking wet dream.
Aware of his own limitations, Carson tightened his hold, stopping Atticus’s momentum before he exploded.He moved to the chair and sat down, then pointed toward his cock.
“Lube my dick first,” he told Slade.
It was torture, but Carson endured because he knew they liked him like this.Slade was a contradiction in that he loved to be dominated, but he also got off on dominating.Carson liked seeing both sides of the man, especially when he was dominating someone else.
“Come here,” Carson growled, holding out a hand in Atticus’s direction.“Sit on my dick.”
Atticus got to his feet and joined them, waiting for Slade to step back before he got into position, facing away from Carson.
Gripping Atticus’s hip with one hand, he held his cock with the other, guiding the man right where he wanted him.He shifted in the chair to provide a better angle, allowing Atticus to impale himself, his tight, hot hole stretching around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Carson whispered.“You feel so fuckin’ good.”
