Nic’s blue eyes swirled with a stormy mix of lust and hesitation, the former on the cusp of winning out.Cam just needed to push a little harder.Hands traveling north, he tangled them in Nic’s hair and tilted his head back, exposing his neck for Cam’s mouth.“The last thing I want to do,” he said between kisses there, “is get killed before I get my dick in you.”
A deep groan rumbled against Cam’s lips.Nic clutched his waist, holding him close.And tight.
“That’s what you like, isn’t it?”Cam taunted, kissing a path up the column of Nic’s throat.He wedged a knee between Nic’s thighs, as he’d done the other night, and pressed his own need into Nic’s hip.No hiding that or the way Nic ground an equally hard cock against his thigh.Cam trailed his open mouth along Nic’s stubbled jaw and up to his ear.
“Boston...”A warning wrapped in so much desire it might as well have been a plea.
“You’re standing here, jealous and angry my cover kissed someone else.”Cam brushed his lips over the hinge of Nic’s clenched jaw.“Worried about my safety and about what our friends will say.”Nic opened his mouth to protest, and Cam pressed his lips to Nic’s chin, forcing it closed.“Don’t deny it.”He dipped down, suckling Nic’s bobbing Adam’s apple.“It’s part of what’s kept you away all these months.Me too.”Then back up, a peck in the hollow of Nic’s cheek, before he dragged his lips back to Nic’s ear.“But most of all, you’re turned way the fuck on and ready to bend over this desk for me.”He punctuated his assertion with a roll of his hips.“Have been for months.”Nic’s hands slipped from his waist, onto his ass, and hauled him closer, so close to conceding the argument.Cam ground against him.“Stop pretending the mess doesn’t already exist.”
Cam was surprised when Nic’s hands left his ass to grip the sides of his face, Nic forcing him back enough for their eyes to lock.“Is this going to push you over the line?Break one rule, break them all?”
Cam’s heart stuttered in his chest.Nic was hesitating out of worry for him, over what he’d said the other night at the house.Cam was nowhere near good enough for this man, probably never would be, dirt-broke and as screwed up as his past had been, but fuck if he could hold himself back now, the chemistry between them winning out over good sense.
“I broke the rules the minute I laid eyes on you, Dominic Price.”Shaking off the hold, Cam leaned forward, brushing his lips against Nic’s.“Now you’re the fucking rope keeping me tethered to shore.”
As if a judge’s gavel had fallen, Nic came after him, hard and fast.
Clutching his ass in one hand, the back of his head in the other, Nic hauled him into a kiss that had blood roaring in Cam’s ears, loud enough to drown out the crashing waves.
Case closed.Finally.
Onto a more pleasurable argument, which Nic was already winning.Hands beneath the hem of Cam’s shirt, he forced it up and their lips apart long enough to tear it off Cam’s head.They fought for whose lips would hit whose neck first, and Nic won, biting and suckling a path over the temporary tattoo.“I like the ink even if it is decades out of style.”
Cam laughed.“Good thing it’s not permanent.”Head tilted back, he struggled blindly against Nic’s buttons, too many valuable seconds passing before he reached warm and hard skin, searing against his palms.“Doesn’t hide as well as yours.”He tried to look down to the ink that still surprised him and turned him on to no end, but Nic had other ideas.
Long fingers tunneling through his hair, Nic tilted his head back even farther.“Like the hair too,” he said before licking into the hollow of his throat.
Knees going weak, Cam flipped their positions while he still could, resting back against the desk.“Reminded me of you.”
“I’ll give you something else to remember,” Nic mumbled, before dropping to his knees and giving Cam’s belly button the same attention he’d bestowed on his neck, and fuck if that didn’t have Cam gasping toward the ceiling.If Nic’s hands weren’t already working on his zipper, his hips would have been off the desk, dick begging for attention.
As it were, Cam lifted them the instant he heard the zipper rip, helping Nic get his jeans and boxers down, but after that, once Nic circled the tip of his cock with his tongue and then swallowed him whole, the most Cam could manage was flailing.
“Holy hell,” he cursed, the arm braced behind him giving way.Lie back or watch the show?No question.He curled forward, hands diving into Nic’s hair and down his neck, creating a cocoon while he watched Nic blow him.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
He babbled all manner of curses and Hail Marys as Nic worked him over.Long pulls, suction like Cam had never felt, and a tongue teasing with each wet slide down his cock.Over and over.Cam dug his fingers into Nic’s shoulders, leaving bruises.Maybe even breaking the skin as Nic ventured off his dick and to his balls, one then the other in his mouth, before aiming lower still.
If Cam let him go on, it would be sentencing over in no time flat.And Cam wanted more.He hadn’t been lying before when he’d said he wanted his dick inside Nic before walking back into the line of fire tomorrow.
Hands drifting back up, weaving again through Nic’s hair, he pulled him off his cock, and with a foot beneath Nic’s balls, forced him up.
“My turn.”He yanked Nic into another kiss, their tongues battling as Cam kicked his pants and boxers off and went to work on ridding Nic of his, satisfied when the metal belt buckle hit the floor, taking pants and briefs with it.He wrapped his hands around Nic’s cock, groaning to find it hard and dripping already.He couldn’t wait to ride it, but tonight, he’d be the one riding.“Please tell me Eddie’s got condoms and lube in here somewhere.”
“One thing you can always count on with Eddie...”Nic leaned to the side, opened a desk drawer, and pulled out two foil packets.“He stashes this shit everywhere.”
“Good friend.”Cam grinned, snatching the packets from his hand.And while Nic seemed momentarily blinded by the smile, Cam flipped their positions again, manhandling Nic around so he was chest down on the desk, Cam’s hand planted in the center of his back.
His eyes went first to the JAG tattoo on Nic’s hip, as striking as Cam had fantasized.But it was nothing compared to the single tattoo spanning Nic’s back.Cam was struck speechless, a curse too crass for this kind of beauty and a prayer not holy enough.Tossing the packets on the desk, he brought his hands back together at the small of Nic’s back, then repeating his earlier motion, coasted them up his spine, tracing the trunk of a giant cypress tree.
At Nic’s shoulders, Cam’s hands separated, following the limbs out, his fingers feathering along the twigs and branches that crept over his shoulders and down his biceps.Now he knew what was peeking out from under Nic’s sleeves and collars.The artwork was so delicate and precise, the opposite of the beautiful yet stark symbols inked elsewhere.
“My God, Nic, this is incredible.”
Nic trembled beneath him again, his breath coming in shorter pants as Cam traced the most striking feature of all.Initials carved into the trunk of the tree.Worked into the knots of the wood, Cam hadn’t seen them at first but now they seemed the most obvious and important part.
“Who’sGS?”
