Atticus wasn’t sure what prompted this experiment.He’d been driving home from HQ, recalling the hatred he’d seen in Slade’s eyes when the team was introduced to Archer.
He had no idea what Slade could possibly have against the man, but Atticus got the feeling it wasn’t so much personal as it was jealousy over the fact that Atticus would be partnering with him.That seemed to be Slade’s go-to response.
Since Atticus wanted to smooth the waters, he decided to do something to keep Slade’s mind from wandering to ridiculous things.Something that didn’t involve tiptoeing around or worrying about the man’s insecurities.
Sex was the only thing that had come to mind.
Which was ultimately the problem, he figured.Sure, this was good.Really fucking good.But it wouldn’t be enough to sustain them in the long run.
As much as Atticus enjoyed this—and there was no denying that he did—he wanted more.More of something that was seriously lacking between the three of them.For whatever reason, Slade couldn’t get past his jealousy, and Carson was walking on eggshells, trying to make it right with Slade.And that left Atticus wishing that these two didn’t have a rocky history.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t change the past, so the only option was to enjoy the here and now, to pave the way for some pleasure in the future.Sex was always a good distraction with them and as far as he was concerned, it was a damn fine way to pass the time.
“Fuck, Atticus,” Carson crooned.“You look good with my dick in your mouth.”
Atticus definitely enjoyed the shit out of being with them both.Their dominance was almost enough to allow him to forget all the other stuff that was working against them.
“Keep suckin’,” Carson ordered, palming the top of his head.
Atticus focused, working Slade’s cock with his fist and sucking Carson’s dick down deep.Now wasn’t the time to think about what could’ve been with these two.It made more sense to enjoy what he could have.
And this … yeah, this was about as good as it got.
Carson was pretty sure he’d died andgone to heaven.
He hadn’t known what to expect when he got Atticus’s text earlier, asking him to stop by.There’d been no hint as to what Atticus had in mind, but Carson could safely say he hadn’t expected this to be on the menu.
Then he walked into this room and found Slade laid out on that bench, all those muscles primely displayed while Atticus kneeled between his legs, his lips wrapped around his cock.It was a scene right out of his fantasies.In fact, he’d had a dream very similar to this last night.Only Slade and Atticus had been sucking each other while Carson watched.
“Jesus.That mouth,” Carson moaned when Atticus took him to the root.
He honestly couldn’t say which he enjoyed more, watching Atticus suck Slade or having Atticus’s mouth on him.Both were erotically intoxicating and salaciously satisfying.
Lucky for him, he didn’t have to decide because Atticus was determined to make them both come at the same time.Carson helped by moving closer, covering Atticus’s hand and stroking himself while Atticus devoured Slade’s cock.He watched Slade, the way his muscular chest heaved, his washboard abs contracting with every labored breath.Every now and then, he would meet Slade’s gaze, enjoying the way those dark eyes were glazed with arousal.Slade might not admit it, but he was enjoying it too.
And when Atticus shifted again, taking Carson into his mouth, he stared down at those perfect lips stretched wide around him.Carson fought the urge to fuck his face, to take control simply because he knew Atticus would’ve given it if he’d pushed.But this was Atticus’s game, and he was more than willing to play.
“I can get off like this,” Carson admitted when Atticus was once again bobbing up and down on Slade’s cock.“Watching him suck you.”
Slade hissed.
“Make him come, Atticus,” Carson commanded, his hand still covering Atticus’s as he jerked himself to the bobbing rhythm of Atticus’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Slade growled roughly.
“Come down his throat, Slade,” Carson groaned.“Let me watch.”
Slade’s hand shot up, grabbing Atticus’s head and holding him in place as his hips lifted.“Fuck, yes.Oh … fuck … yes.”
Carson held on long enough to watch Atticus swallow Slade down before he reached for Atticus’s head so he could ram his cock between his lips.One thrust, two.On the third, he let go.
Atticus moaned, the vibration making Carson’s eyes cross as his dick pulsed in his mouth.It was then he realized Atticus was jerking his dick roughly, coming right along with them both.
“I think I might like this experiment,” Slade said, his chest heaving, body relaxed on the bench.God, the man had a truly beautiful body.
“Me, too,” Carson admitted.
“Me, three,” Atticus said, sucking in air.“But next time, I get to watch.”
