“Are you gonna hit it?”
Cam dove a hand beneath Nic’s waistband, clutching his ass.“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna hit.”
Nic groaned again, half at the pun, half at the tongue teasing the sensitive spot at the crook of his neck.
“Keep tossing softballs, Price.”
Nic righted his head, mouth at Cam’s ear.“Are you going to start running the bases sometime today, Boston?”
“Right over the plate.”Cam angled his face in, capturing Nic’s mouth again, and that addictive taste eclipsed Nic’s worries for now.
They receded further as Cam trailed a path of kisses down his neck, teased his nipples with slow swipes of his tongue, then dropped to his knees, taking Nic’s pants and briefs the rest of the way to the floor with him.He nuzzled Nic’s crotch, keeping up the torturous licks and nips.“Now, I’d like to learn what it’s like to blow my man in his brewery.”
Nic wound his hands through the blue-tipped hair, more than on board with that plan.Cam, however, grabbed both his hands and pinned them to the bar, exerting control as he had the other night.Nic was happy to second chair this argument.
“This is not you fucking me.This is me fucking you.”
“Christ, the mouth on you...”
Cam looked up, devilish dark eyes twinkling.“Do you want it on you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Hands on the fucking bar, then,” Cam said.
Nic curled his fingers around the lip of the bar, nails digging into wood.He was going to leave dents for sure.
Cam had thought the sight of Nic surrendering—spreading himself over the beach house desk, arms wide, artful back on display, ass out for the taking—was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Had thought maybe Nic standing behind his bar, dress shirt hanging open, pants and briefs around his ankles, blazing blue eyes rolling back as Cam took his dick down his throat might have eclipsed the first vision for sexiest sight ever.
He was wrong.On both counts.So fucking wrong.
Dominic Price, naked astride Cam’s hips, reared back on his haunches, skin flushed beneath all that ink and shining with a sheen of sweat in the early morning light filling Cam’s bedroom, was by far the hottest thing Cam had ever seen in his thirty-five years on Earth.
Head thrown back, Nic gutted out a groan each time he lowered himself down on Cam’s dick.It was the furthest from buttoned-up, cool, calm Attorney Price Cam had ever seen the man, and fuck, to know he’d undone him like that made Cam’s dick, clamped in the vise of Nic’s ass, even harder.
As if sensing Cam’s building orgasm, Nic righted his head, chin falling to his chest like a rag doll.Eyes heavy-lidded, his rugged face was a heady mix of pleasure and pain.“Close, Boston,” he grunted.
“Thank fuck.”Cam clamped one hand on Nic’s thigh, the other on his right hip, over the rippling JAG tattoo, and forced Nic to shorten his strokes as Cam powered up.“Jack yourself.”
Nic rammed down harder, faster.“Don’t need to.”
Fuck, hotter still, and good to know for future reference, but tonight...“I wanna see it.”
Blue eyes slit open, fiery ice, and when Nic took himself in hand, pumping, Cam stared in greedy lust, his own thrusts becoming frantic.
“That’s it, Boston, that’s it,” Nic panted, until come covered his hand and Cam’s torso.His ass clenching around Cam’s cock was enough to shoot Cam off with him.Head falling back, eyes fluttering closed, his fingers slipped off Nic’s warm, slick skin to the threadbare sheets.He clutched them in his fists, arching his back as he rode the waves and emptied himself into Nic.
When he came back to Earth and the bed, Nic’s long body rested atop his, Nic dotting kisses along his collarbone, gooseflesh rising in their wake.Cam lifted a hand, brushing back the sweat-drenched hair that had fallen into Nic’s face.“Remind me again why we circled each other for months.”
Nic rested his face on Cam’s shoulder, looking relaxed for a change.“Because arguing is half the fun.”
Cam kissed his forehead.“I’m too tired to argue tonight.”He squinted as a ray of sun snuck around the bedroom curtain.“Or rather, this morning.”
“No objection here,” Nic mumbled, half asleep already.
“Up, baby, gotta get rid of the condom,” Cam said, nudging Nic’s hip.
