Chapter 16 #2
“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’s GS?”
Nic stilled completely, and when he spoke, Cam could barely hear him. “The worst mess I ever made.”
The agent part of Cam’s brain went into overdrive, wanting to know more, to know everything, but with Nic stretched out under him, just as they were getting this thing between them going, just as it could possibly end tomorrow, now wasn’t the time.
He ran his hands the rest of the way up Nic’s back again, then out over his arms, blanketing him and nestling his aching cock between those firm, round ass cheeks that had tempted him for months.
He dropped a kiss on Nic’s shoulder. “I knew there was a body under that suit but this . . .” He traced his tongue along the branch that disappeared over Nic’s shoulder.
“This, Dominic, fuck.” He thrust against Nic’s backside. “Can you feel what it does to me?”
Nic reared up to his elbows, tried to reach a hand down and around his cock, but Cam caught his wrist, pinning it to the desk and keeping him spread. “Nuh uh-uh.”
Countering, Nic pushed his ass back against Cam. “Don’t forget, Boston. I argue for a fucking living.”
“You want to talk fucking?” Cam sucked three fingers into his mouth, wetting them good, then backed off enough to tease Nic’s rim. “Try that power bottom shit all you want, but I will win this argument, Counselor.”
Groaning, Nic squirmed and chased after the touch. “Jesus Christ, need you to fuck me. Now.”
Cam pushed a finger past Nic’s rim, eliciting a strangled moan. “What was that?”
“With your dick, for fuck’s sake.”
“I don’t know.” He inserted a second finger, spreading Nic open. “I’m enjoying myself here.” And a third, pumping.
Nic rode back on his fingers, panting. “Not the time to argue.”
Leaning over him, Cam nipped the back of his neck. “Thought you said you could play this game.”
“Prosecution rests.” His braced arm gave out and he sank, lying flat out on the desk again. “Please, Boston . . .”
Cam couldn’t get the condom on and his dick lubed up fast enough. “I got you, baby,” he whispered as he lined up and slowly pushed in. Groaning, he filled up every inch, and once fully seated, bowed over Nic’s back and rested his forehead against his shoulder. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Did this feel better than any other time he’d been with someone, or had it just been too long?
Everything fit and moved just right, his cock inside Nic’s tight, hot ass, his body stretched over that amazing body, their breaths heaving and hips rocking as one, neither of them having to think about it.
Just doing it. Presenting the argument together like they had been the entire time on this case.
Nic pushed up to his elbows, bringing their bodies closer, and Cam kicked his legs farther apart, changing the angle, the both of them strangling their screams as Cam slid in deeper, pounding Nic’s prostate.
Nic forced them another degree upright, enough for Cam to get one hand around his chest and the other around his dick, jerking him off in time with the thrusts of their hips and the thrust of their tongues, mouths meeting over Nic’s shoulder.
Cam barely won the argument, Nic crying out as he came first, coating Cam’s hand. The warmth of his release, combined with the tight clamp on Cam’s cock, gave Nic the final word. Cam followed him over the edge, falling further than he thought possible.
Case closed, sentenced to life.