Page 84 of To Have and To Hold
He also enjoyed watching, although he would admit he’d never actually seen two people having sex. Not outside of porn, but that was staged and put on for the camera, so it wasn’t the same thing.
Smell also did it for him in a big way. He knew this because Slade smelled incredible. He always did. Even now, curled up behind him, his rich, intoxicating scent drifted around him, making his dick twitch and jerk.
Sound played a big part, too. Atticus could now hear them both breathing. He listened closely, wishing he could hear one of them move so he would know whether they were awake.
Last but not least was taste. It was probably the least heightened of his senses, but Atticus couldn’t deny that he had immensely enjoyed the time he’d spent tasting both of these men.
Did it make him a bad person that he spent so much time thinking about both of them? For weeks now, they’d plagued his every thought. Not always were his fantasies about the three of them together. He had plenty where he was with only one, and they were equally as satisfying.
Atticus sighed deeply, trying his best to relax because regardless of whether he was awful for wanting them both, he couldn’t deny that this was the one place he wanted to be.
***
Carson could tell Atticus was awake. Hisless-than-rhythmic breathing was a dead giveaway.
Of course, Slade had been awake for a while. Carson knew because they’d spent the past half hour looking at one another while no one moved, no one spoke. Slade had one arm draped over Atticus; his other was out of sight, tucked under his head, beneath the pillow. Carson could see Slade’s face perfectly, and whenever he opened his eyes, those pretty brown irises zeroed in on him.
When he’d first woken up, Slade hadn’t been there, and for a few seconds, Carson had started to panic. Right up until he heard the shower running. A few minutes later, Slade had returned, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his hips, the rest of his incredibly gorgeous body on full display. That changed when Slade crawled back into bed, the towel falling away to reveal every delectable inch of him. Those few seconds had been more than enough for Carson. It had been years since he’d had the pleasure of seeing Slade naked. It wasn’t the least bit surprising that it still had the same effect on him now as it had back then.
He wanted to move closer, to touch them both, but he didn’t dare. He was already breaking the rules by gently touching Atticus’s foot beneath the blankets. The last thing he wanted was to piss Slade off. After all, they were in his bed.
So Carson settled for watching them. He could do this all day, work be damned.
Slade’s hand shifted slightly where it rested across Atticus’s chest. The very subtle movement caught Carson’s attention. He stared, desperately wishing Slade would touch Atticus. Really touch him.
But Slade would never take advantage of a sleeping man, and since he clearly thought Atticus was lost in dreamland, he remained still, holding onto him. And Carson … well, he remained incredibly intrigued.
***
Even with his eyes closed, Atticus couldtell a standoff was taking place around him.
No one was moving, but the sounds of their breaths had become more erratic with every passing minute. Not to mention, he could feel the hard press of Slade’s cock against his ass, andthatwas growing increasingly more difficult to ignore. Hell, he didn’t want to.
And since they weren’t going to do anything to kick off the day, Atticus figured it fell on him to make the first move.
So he did, moving his hand over Slade’s and guiding it downward, over his stomach. Lower.
The blanket hooked on his arm, sliding down as he went. He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch Carson watch them. Sure enough, Carson’s eyes were following their hands, glittering with intrigue and lust. Outside of his carefully crafted fantasies, Atticus hadn’t been sure how he would feel about the three of them like this, but now he knew.
It was fucking hot.
Atticus guided Slade’s hand into his boxers, where Carson couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop the man from watching. His countenance smoothed even as his jaw tensed. Anticipation. That was what he saw etched on Carson’s ridiculously handsome face.
Atticus gasped when Slade’s big, callused fingers curled around his cock, taking over. The next thing he knew, he was at Slade’s mercy. Slade moved, his other arm sliding under Atticus’s head, his hand curling over Atticus’s neck, a firm, intensely erotic move that had Atticus arching his back.
“Push your shorts down,” Slade growled softly in his ear. “Let Carson see.”
So much for thinking he could ever be the one in control. Atticus didn’t hesitate, shoving his boxers down so Carson could watch Slade jerking his cock firmly, slowly.
Atticus watched Carson’s face, mesmerized by the heat that altered his features. He was incredibly handsome on a good day, but here, now, he was sexy as fuck. Especially since he didn’t move. Only his heated gaze followed the shift and flex of Slade’s hand.
Minutes felt like days as Slade held him there, pinned to his body while he stroked him. His warm, firm grip sent sparks dancing along Atticus’s spine, but he didn’t dare move. He didn’t want this to end. He loved that Carson was watching Slade touch him. And he fucking loved that Slade was touching him. Every so often, Slade’s hips would buck, his cock rubbing against his lower back. He wanted Slade to spread his cheeks and slide deep inside him, but he didn’t ask him to. He didn’t dare.
Atticus had spent the past month becoming more confident, more self-aware, and he’d briefly wondered whether he was trying to become someone he wasn’t. Then, it had become second nature, and he liked his new assertiveness. More so because it made moments like this more intense. He didn’t need to be in control. Hell, he didn’t want to be. Not here. Not with them. But now that he had the confidence to acknowledge that, he could see the why.
But the most eye-opening thing was seeing that Carson was as submissive as he was at that moment. Atticus had thought Carson wanted to be in control. That by watching, he could dictate what happened. But that wasn’t what this was. Carson had no control. Hell, he had less than Atticus, but based on the look on his face, it was pure ecstasy.
Slade’s hand disappeared, as did the warm friction that had been luring him into a state of bliss.
