“Both of you.”
Slade moaned as Atticus stroked.
Carson said, “How so?”
“We’re gonna start by taking turns watching.”Atticus took Slade’s cock in his mouth again, bobbing up and down several times before pulling off.
“I take it I’m goin’ first?”
Atticus glanced at Carson.“No.”
Slade watched as Atticus crooked a finger at Carson.
“Pull out your dick.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
“He is,” Slade agreed, watching as Carson did as Atticus instructed, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper as he walked into the room.
Atticus continued to fist Slade’s cock, stroking up and down while Carson shoved his jeans down, freeing his monster cock.The man was hard as steel.From watching Atticus sucking him?
Slade’s cock pulsed when Atticus wrapped his fingers around the base of Carson’s cock and began stroking them at the same time.
And there it was.A tsunami of jealousy slammed into him, causing his breath to hitch in his chest.Sure, there was something erotic about feeling Atticus’s hand on his dick and watching as he did the same to Carson.But that green-eyed monster was a powerful beast, and no matter how much Slade tried to beat it back, it rarely worked.
Fully expecting Atticus to give Carson the same attention he’d already given him, Slade was surprised when Atticus leaned down and began sucking him again.
“Fuck,” Slade hissed.He shifted his focus to the warmth and suction of Atticus’s mouth.It was goddamn perfect.So what if Atticus was dividing his attention, giving some of it to Carson?This was enough.Right?
Too bad it didn’t last nearly long enough.
“You liked that,” Atticus said, peering up at Carson.“Watching me sucking him.”
Carson nodded.“Yeah.”
Of course he had.Carson had always gotten off watching Slade with other men.Why would this be any different?Well, aside from the fact that Carson had feelings for Atticus.Feelings he’d never had for Slade.
Damn it.He was regressing.There was no time for self-pity right now.
Fake it until you make it.
Slade held his breath when Atticus leaned in and kissed the head of Carson’s dick, then dragged his tongue over the glistening tip before taking him into his mouth.
He probably shouldn’t enjoy watching that nearly as much as he did, considering he hated the idea of it just as much.He wanted Atticus for himself.He was doing his damnedest to pretend otherwise, but deep down…
Atticus pulled off Carson, turned toward him.“You liked it, too.”
Slade met his gaze and lied.“Maybe.”
Atticus squeezed his dick firmly.“In case you didn’t notice, I felt your cock throb in my hand.”
Busted.
“Don’t deny it,” Atticus said, his tone firm.
“I didn’t.”He couldn’t.
Atticus grinned, looking between them.“Let’s continue the experiment, shall we?”
