Page 61 of The More the Merrier

Twenty years ago, he’d pulled the smaller man to his feet after plowing him over in football practice, cementing an unusual bond from that day forward. While Atticus was a prolific dater and had lost his virginity young, Gregor had watched from a safe distance for the right blend of sweet and sassy.

He never forgot their first threesome.

He found Atticus in a bedroom between the legs of a super-hot blonde Gregor had been eyeing up at a dorm party. Atticus waved him in, abdicating his position between her thighs to Gregor. Getting down on his knees, he stroked her silken petals, loving the soft kitten mewls escaping her lovely mouth.

Atticus suckled her nipples. When she realized there was more than one man in the room she lifted her head long enough to say. “It’s about time you got here, Daddy.” Then she giggled and dropped her head back to the bed. Atticus and Gregor exchanged looks, and amped up their performance. Atticus straddled her face gently tapping her plump lips with his cock. She opened wide, taking him deep in her throat.

Gregor grabbed a condom from his pocket and rolled it over his straining cock. Aware he was much larger than the average, he took his time entering her. The blonde bucked her hips impatiently and momentarily pulled away from the shaft in her mouth to spur Gregor on.

“Harder, big guy,” she said before wrapping her lips around Atticus’ cock again.

Gregor reached beneath her, gripping her fleshy globes in his hands. He thrust as deep as he could inside her slick channel. Her garbled, “Yes!” was hard to distinguish with a cock in her mouth but he heard what he needed to continue the brutal pace.

He felt her walls gripping ever tighter as she worked herself towards her first orgasm. Gregor swiftly pulled out. The feisty blonde pushed Atticus off her chest and glared at Gregor.

“What the hell? Do you have any idea how close I was?”

“I do, but you gave up the right to take what you want when you called me Daddy.”

The blonde’s mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O shape.

“Now, you be a good girl, and I will let you come when I’m good and ready.”

The blonde went soft and compliant on the bed.

“Say yes Sirs, I understand.”

The blonde repeated the line.

“Good girl,” Atticus crooned.

“On your knees, sweetness. Take that nice cock in your mouth.”

The blonde took Atticus in her mouth and Gregor again filled up her slick channel with his straining cock. When all three of them came, it was together, Atticus in her mouth and Gregor in her tight pussy.

After that night, the men engaged in many threesomes with Gregor always directing the scene. When they turned twenty-one years of age, they, along with a bunch of their fellow football players, joined a BDSM Club where they developed their individual kinks, in a safe, sane, consensual environment.

Years later, Atticus met Naomi and they shared her several times. Gregor was sure that she had the potential to be their one and only, but Atticus not so much and in the end, he had been right about her.

Don’t go there, Gregor told himself. Hashing up the past wouldn’t help him in the present, and it certainly wouldn’t help him with his current problem of being without his amazing personal assistant, Susan.

Gregor ran his hand down his face and lost himself in the dancing snowflakes that fell from the overcast sky. His mind strayed to that first year of knowing Atticus. His parents immigrated from Greece and Gregor never understood why they’d chosen Colorado as their home.

A small grin smoothed his frown lines as he pictured Atticus’ first winter in America. He’d been freezing all the time, and he still ran on the cool side, often wearing sweaters in t-shirt temperatures. He was different and because kids hate different, was an easy target. Now, his differences made him stand apart, and the women flocked to him like bees to honey.

“I see you’re spending your time wisely.”

Gregor spun around. Atticus stood in the doorway wearing a huge smirk.

“Shouldn’t you be running the lunch rush at Aegir right about now?” Gregor knew he sounded like a bosshole, but he couldn’t help himself.

Ignoring him, Atticus plopped himself down on the leather couch in Gregor’s office and stretched out.

“I see you’re chipper today. You know you really need to get laid. Why not call up one of those sexy submissives you love so much and get all dominant for the night?”

Gregor’s temper flared, his blood moving from a simmer to insta-boil. “Why don’t you go bug someone else?”

Atticus grinned. “Why? Bugging you is my favorite thing to do. Now tell your BFF what the problem is.”

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