“If you do it well, I’ll reward you when we get home.”
Atticus’s lips parted, his eyes shimmering with heat.“How?”
“Suck me, and I’ll tell you.”
Although he hadn’t phrased it as a question, Atticus nodded his head as much as Slade would allow.Using more force than was necessary—because he knew Atticus liked it—Slade guided his head down into his lap.
He felt the moist heat of Atticus’s breath teasing the head of his dick.His stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.The soft flutter of Atticus’s tongue came next, stealing his breath and more than a little of his sanity.
“I fuckin’ love your mouth,” Slade whispered, rubbing the back of Atticus’s head.“I love when you worship my dick.”
And that was the best way to describe what Atticus was doing.The way his lips and tongue worked up and down his shaft with such exquisite precision.
He was lost to the pleasure when his phone vibrated.He glanced at the navigation screen and saw Carson’s name.
“Hello?”he answered, gripping the back of Atticus’s head to hold him in place.
“Have you seen Atticus lately?”Carson’s voice came through the truck’s speakers.
“I have.”
There was a brief pause, then Carson said, “Oh.I was tryin’ to get a hold of him.I guess he’s busy.”
“He’s definitely busy.Right now, he’s got his mouth on my dick.”
“Oh, fuck,” Carson hissed, and Slade could hear how much that turned him on.
“Where are y’all?”
“Back road.In my truck.”
Carson chuckled.
“That’s it,” Slade crooned, palming the back of Atticus’s head.“Make me come while Carson listens.”
“Maybe tonight y’all can give me a replay so I can … watch.”
Atticus hissed.
Slade knew Atticus was turned on by the idea of being watched.They’d experimented a few times in recent weeks.Probably not as much as Atticus or Carson would’ve liked, but Slade was easing himself into it.His fears still had a stranglehold on him and it usually resulted in him being an ass.
Not that he wanted to think about that now.
He tightened his grip on Atticus’s hair, but he didn’t shove his head down.He was hanging by a thread as it was.The fantasy of the three of them together was one Slade had been entertaining far more than he should have.He was ready to explore this.To see where it went.The animosity he’d harbored for Carson had dissipated—mostly—replaced by need and maybe a little confusion.It was hard for him to trust someone who’d hurt him so badly, but Slade knew he had to if he wanted to be with Atticus.And he did.He was trying to be patient, not wanting to push too hard.Patience wasn’t his strong suit.And his need to push too hard and too fast was likely the reason he found himself still single.
“That’s it, baby,” Slade crooned softly.“Oh, God, Atticus.Suck me.Make me come so we can fuck you tonight.”
The suction of Atticus’s mouth intensified, pushing Slade right to the razor-sharp edge where he dangled precariously for painfully long seconds.
“Ah, fuck.Swallow,” he bit out.“Swallow, Atticus.”
Slade’s cock jerked and pulsed as he came in the heated cavern of Atticus’s mouth.
He was still panting when Atticus lifted his head.Slade used the grip on his hair to guide Atticus’s mouth to his own.He kissed him.Softly at first, then indulging in the sweet surrender.
“Jesus,” Carson groaned.
Slade smiled against Atticus’s mouth as they separated.He hurried to fix his jeans while Atticus returned to his seat.
