Better than good.This was heaven.
He shifted on the chair, getting more comfortable, allowing Atticus to take more.Seconds felt like years as his cock pushed deeper, inch by inch, into Atticus.He held his breath, the pleasure bordering on pain.It felt so damn good.
“All of me,” he rasped, guiding Atticus down until he was balls deep inside the man.
Oh, yeah.So damn good.
“Fuck me, Atticus.However you need to.”
To prove he was giving Atticus free rein, Carson gripped the edges of the chair, remaining as still as possible.He watched Slade move in front of Atticus, spreading his legs to accommodate Carson’s legs.
Carson moaned when Slade fisted Atticus’s hair and pulled him forward, guiding his cock into his mouth while Atticus lifted, sliding off his dick before sinking back down.
“That’s it, boy,” Carson said, trying to hold on to some semblance of control.“Fuck us both.”
Slade groaned, his head tipping back, eyes closing.“Oh, yeah.Suck me.God, baby.Suck me.”
Chills danced down Carson’s arms, ignited by the reverence he heard in Slade’s voice.This was more than the three of them were pretending it was.So much more.He wished someone would speak up because when they were together like this, Carson couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.He knew as soon as it was over, the tension would return, and they’d go back to tiptoeing around one another until the next time.
That was the part he was tired of.He wanted more.He wanted to look forward to seeing them every chance he got, not fearing that each time might be his last.
He just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.Not without pissing Slade off and ultimately ruining whatever chance he might have.
This.
This was what Atticus had been looking forward to since the first time the three of them were together.
He breathed through his nose, savoring the feeling of them both at the same time.This was what he craved, what he fantasized about.Both of them fucking him.
Yeah, Carson gave the illusion that Atticus had the power, but they all knew the truth.He didn’t want it.He wanted to be dominated, to be taken, to be manhandled for their pleasure.It turned him on like nothing else ever had.
The best part?
Here in this room, no one was thinking about past transgressions or irrational jealousy.No one was arguing about what might or might not happen in the future.They were giving in to their baser instincts, and that was the only thing that mattered.
“Atticus … fuck … oh, yeah.Ride me, boy.”
His legs were cramping, his thighs on fire, his asshole stretched to the point of pain, but he didn’t stop.He lifted and lowered, impaling himself on Carson’s dick while Slade fucked his face rough and deep.
It wasn’t until Carson reached around, grabbing his cock and stroking firmly, that Atticus knew he was dangerously close to orgasm.It was inevitable.He could feel the electrical current through every fiber of his being.That was what happened when the three of them were together.
He gasped, causing Slade’s cock to slide out of his mouth.Closing his eyes, he let the pleasure roll through him.
This was what he wanted.
What he needed.
To fuck.To be fucked.
And he realized, it was all it would ever be.There was too much history, too much insecurity for it to evolve into something more.Surprisingly, he was okay with that.He had too much going on for anything more than this, anyway.
Atticus opened his mouth, but before he could take Slade’s cock inside again, Carson pushed to his feet.Atticus fell forward, causing Slade to fall back.Slade’s ass landed on the bed.
“Suck him,” Carson bit out.“Make him come.”
Atticus was about to say something, but words failed him when Carson pulled out and slammed into him.Hard.Deep.It was all he could do to wrap his lips around Slade’s cock.Then they were fucking him again.Slade fisted his hair, holding him in place while pumping his hips, driving up into Atticus’s throat.Carson rammed into him from behind, deeper than Atticus thought possible.
And it wasgoooood.
