“What are you doing?”
“Giving us some privacy.”
“Cam…”
Cam pressed a finger to Nolan’s lips and shook his head. “We’re limited on what we can do in my office, but I’ve been waiting forever to get my hands on you. Give me this at least.”
Nolan’s eyelids became heavy and his voice husky. “What do you want to do?”
“Besides this?” Cam locked his lips with Nolan’s again in another very thorough kiss. He dragged his tongue through the other man’s mouth, exploring every inch.
Cam swore every drop of blood in his body was now pooled in his aching cock. When he finally ended the kiss, he didn’t wait for Nolan’s response. Instead, he spun his former—and future—co-worker around until he faced the desk.
Cam reached around and fumbled with the button on Nolan’s jeans.
Nolan stopped him with a hand over his. “Are you sure about this? Are you sure we’re not making a mistake?”
The only thing he was completely sure about was that he wanted to fuck Nolan.
Cam pressed his raging erection to Nolan’s denim-covered ass. “How would we ever know it was a mistake unless we make it?”
Nolan blew out a breath. “I don’t want to screw up our friendship. Or this job opportunity.”
Cam reluctantly released him and stepped back, raising his hands chest-level in surrender. He didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in his voice. “I get your concern.”
Still facing the desk, Nolan dropped his head and groaned. “But I also want this so badly. I want you, Cam,” he whispered, giving Cam some hope. Nolan turned around, opened his jeans, and shoved them and his underwear down just enough to release his cock. “This is how much I want you.”
Cam’s eyes followed every stroke of Nolan’s fist. When he lifted his gaze and met Nolan’s, the need filling the other man’s eyes was apparent. He was sure his reflected the same. “Turn around.”
“Condom and lube?”
“Not needed.”
“But—”
“Not for what I’m going to do,” Cam assured him, before saying more firmly, “Turn around.”
Nolan only paused for a second.
Cam wished the man was naked, that they had the time and were in the right place to do more than what he was about to do next, but they didn’t, so this would have to do until later. When he wasn’t working. When the threat of one of his team, or one of his bosses, interrupting didn’t exist.
Cam pressed his erection against Nolan’s ass, wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close, and shoved his face into Nolan’s neck once more. He inhaled the man’s very recognizable scent. He used to get whiffs of it when they were changing in the locker room at the police barracks.
He replaced Nolan’s hand on his hard length with his own. “Let me,” he whispered against his warm, smooth skin. “I want to touch you, make you come.”
“I want that, too,” Nolan whispered back, reaching behind Cam to cup the back of his head as he thrusted his hips forward.
Cam slid his hand up and down Nolan’s length in a steady rhythm, occasionally sweeping away a pearl ofprecum. Nolan’s cock was hot and like velvet-covered steel. His hips moved in time with the pumping of Cam’s fist.
“Cam,” Nolan groaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m not going to last.”
Good.The sooner he came, the better. Otherwise, Cam might end up yanking Nolan’s jeans down and bending him over the desk. Lube and condom be damned.
Of course, that would never happen. No matter how desperate Cam became, he would never do anything to hurt his friend and, soon, lover. He only had to dig deep for his willpower. A little suffering now could pay off in the future.
“I’m going to…”
Dropping his arm from around Nolan’s waist, Cam cupped his hand under the crown of his cock and kept stroking…squeezing…tugging…
