Page 28 of Thunder Road

Will he attack if he suspects we want to renew the binding? Or is the deal sufficient enough that he gets what he needs, regardless?

“Hey, I know that look.” Vic bumped Simon’s shoulder. “We’re off duty. Quit thinking about work.”

“You gonna give me other things to think about?”

“When we get home. Don’t want to get arrested for public indecency,” Vic joked.

Despite Simon’s concerns, nothing interfered with their walk home. Simon made sure to do extra wardings on the doors and windows once they were inside. Vic watched him, saying nothing until he was done.

“Something up?”

Simon shrugged. “Couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. Might just be my nerves.”

Vic took Simon into his arms. “Well, if something is watching, how about we give them a real show?” He kissed Simon, starting slow and then adding tongue, letting a hand slide down Simon’s chest.

Simon returned the kiss, tugging at the hem of Vic’s T-shirt and pulling it over his shoulders. Simon’s shirt soon joined it on the floor, and he walked Vic backward toward the bedroom.

Many nights, they started their lovemaking in the living room on the couch watching television. Tonight, for reasons Simon couldn’t put into words, he didn’t want slow and lingering; he needed hot and fast, proof of life.

“Don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

They tumbled into bed, a tangle of limbs. Simon thumbed open the button on his jeans, got them halfway unzipped, and pushed them and his briefs off as Vic hurriedly shed his clothing.

“Want you on top,” Simon murmured, pulling Vic into his arms, kissing him open-mouthed and hungry.

“Any way you want it.” Vic ran his hands over Simon’s body. They explored with fingers and lips and mouths for a while, licking and stroking until touch became an exquisite caress.

“Want you in me,” Simon breathed. “Need to feel you move.”

“That can be arranged,” Vic chuckled in a low rumble.

By now, they knew each other’s favorite spots, and Simon shivered as Vic kissed his jaw and moved down the column of his neck, then let his tongue tease at Simon’s nipples as his hand slipped between Simon’s legs to fondle his cock and balls.

“Oh, yeah.” Simon brought his hands up to stroke Vic’s back and grip his ass.

Sometimes they could stretch out lovemaking for hours on lazy weekends or vacation days. Tonight, Simon wanted connection and release, needing to feel Vic’s fingers dig into his biceps and relish the stretch and burn of taking his cock even after they came.

Vic seemed to sense Simon’s mood and took control, which Simon willingly relinquished. One of the things he loved about their partnership was how equally they balanced roles, able to switch back and forth, leading and following in everything, not just in bed.

Now, he let pleasure banish worries and drive repetitive thoughts from his mind. Vic knew what Simon liked and how to turn his crank. Simon reached for Vic’s cock, and Vic gently batted his hand away.

“Let me drive for now,” Vic murmured. “I’ve got you.” Vic took his time prepping Simon, opening him carefully and slicking the way. Preparation was part of the pleasure.

Simon knew how lucky he was to have a partner who knew him so well and accurately read his mood. He gave himself over to being loved and letting arousal drive all other thoughts from his mind.

“That’s it,” Vic coaxed. “Just feel.”

Simon wrapped his legs around Vic’s waist, and Vic slid inside, pausing for a few seconds fully seated and then starting a slow, regular rhythm. Simon let his head fall back, completely open to Vic, focusing on the growing intensity of sensation.

Reaching climax didn’t take long, and Simon arched as his orgasm overtook him. Vic’s hand stroked him through the orgasm, sending sticky ribbons of come to paint his chest. Seconds later, Vic’s hips jerked, and he followed him over the edge.

They lay tangled together for a moment, just breathing, enjoying the afterglow.

“That was…perfect.” Simon kissed Vic on the temple.

“Yeah.” Vic sounded just as blissed out as Simon felt.

Reluctantly, Vic eased out and rolled to the side, handing Simon a fistful of tissues and using another wad to help clean up.

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