“Lie back.”Atticus turned to face him, his eyes sparking with heat.
Curious what the man had in mind, Slade scooted his ass to the end of the bench and reclined until he was flat on his back, knees wide, feet on the floor.
“Do you remember the first time we were together?”Atticus prompted.
“Yeah.”Slade relived that moment damn near every day.They’d been in this room.On this bench.
“Remember what you said to me that night?”
“I said a lot of things.”Not to mention, hethoughta lot of things, some of which he didn’t put a voice to and wasn’t sure he should bring any of them up now.
Atticus stopped at the base of the bench, standing between Slade’s spread knees.
“You said I looked good with your dick in my mouth.”
Oh, yeah.He probably did say that.
His gaze slid down Atticus’s torso, fixing on his cock one more time.Right now, Slade preferred to find out how good he looked with Atticus’s dick inhismouth.He wanted to taste him, to feel the splash of his cum against the back of his throat when Atticus came apart.
“Let’s see if you still think so.”
Still think so?About what?
“Oh, shit.”Slade gasped when Atticus tugged his shorts down, his cock bobbing thick and heavy once it was freed.
“Have I mentioned how gorgeous your cock is?”Atticus wrapped a fist around Slade’s dick as he went to his knees.
Slade shook his head, unable to speak.He was focused on breathing, enjoying the tug of Atticus’s hand.
“Well, it is.”Atticus leaned forward, licking the tip.
Slade watched, unable to look away, as Atticus teased him with his tongue and lips.His soft hums sent vibrations straight to his balls.Somehow, he managed to remain where he was, hands tucked under his head to keep from reaching for the man.He was so lost in the sensation he didn’t hear the sound of the front door right away.
“Atticus?”
Fuck.Carson was there.
“In here,” Atticus said, curling his fingers around Slade’s shaft.“Don’t move.”
Like he could.
“Shit,” Carson muttered when he appeared in the doorway.
Atticus pointed a finger at Carson.“Stay right there.”
Slade glanced at Carson and cocked an eyebrow.He noticed Carson was as surprised by Atticus’s adamance as he was.Slade’s attention jerked back to Atticus when the man sucked him deep into his mouth again.
Arching his back, Slade let the pleasure swim in his veins, ignoring the fact that Carson had interrupted a perfectly good moment between him and Atticus.But Slade wouldn’t let it bother him.He would pretend that he was as thrilled with Carson’s presence as Atticus was.
Fake it until you make it.
“This is an experiment,” Atticus said when he released his cock.
“An experiment?”Carson sounded amused.
Atticus stroked Slade’s throbbing dick as he spoke.“Yes.Since no one seems to know how to proceed, I’ve decided to experiment.”
“On?”Slade asked, his voice rougher than he expected.
