Page 24 of Code Violation

“Spread your legs,” Forrest whispered. As it was, one of them was going to fall off.

Vik obeyed and Forrest settled himself on top of him. They both wore jeans that were damp from arguing in the rain, but that didn’t stop their erections from brushing against each other. Pulses of need shot through Forrest, making him moan.

“Not enough,” Vik said. “Naked. All the way naked.”

Forrest didn’t argue. He craved skin on skin too much to put up a fight. They struggled to divest themselves of soggy jeans and boxers but were finally naked moments later.

Vik lay back and Forrest covered him with his body again. Closing his eyes, he found Vik’s lips with his. The lips parted and Forrest delved inside. The taste of drink still lingered. Forrest pushed his tongue as far inside Vik’s mouth as he could, swirling across his palate, feeling the pattern of his gums, enjoying the lingering flavor of the whisky. They sparred briefly, tongues fighting for dominance.

Arching his back and thrusting into Forrest, Vik captured Forrest’s tongue and began sucking on it. Forrest’s body seized and he had to hold his breath, forcing himself not to immediately release all over Vik.

Vik pulled back. “You okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” Forrest managed. “It’s just, it’s been a while.”

“Well, then, let’s not make you wait any longer.” Vik grinned.

Spreading his legs even further apart, he slid a hand between their hips. Forrest lifted up slightly to make whatever the man planned happen a little easier.

“I don’t have any condoms and haven’t had a well check since the ex. Didn’t expect to find someone like you in Cooper Springs,” he told Forrest as he wrapped his fingers around Forrest’s aching cock. “I think we can make do though.”

Forrest wanted to protest that they both needed to come. But he didn’t want Vik to stop what he was doing; he’d take care of Vik after.

“Raise your ass and fuck into my fist.”

A burst of precome forced itself out his tip.

“Ah, you like that idea. Come on.”

Locking eyes with Vik, Forrest lifted his hips into the air. For the first time in a very long while, he wanted to bottom. He wanted to feel Vik’s cock in his ass, burrowing inside of him.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Your cock. My ass.”

Vik’s eyes widened. “Fuck, that sounds good.”

With that, Vik began to stoke Forrest with a furious intensity that had his already tight ball sac rock hard and ready to blow.

“Jesus.”

“No, just little old Nero Vik.”

Forrest didn’t have time to respond or the wherewithal to even roll his eyes. Vik did one last fancy move—down, back up, a twist at the top—and Forrest couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shout, he came, long ropes of come pulsing from his very core and landing on Vik’s chest and stomach. Vik kept his hand moving but slowed until he was simply caressing Forrest’s softening cock. At last, Forrest sat back on his haunches and gently moved Vik’s hand away.

“My turn. You look good wearing nothing but my come.”

Vik smiled, shifting on the bed so his thick cock bounced. “That’s what all the boys say.”

Forrest wanted to be irritated by his comment, but he was too blissed out by endorphins and a happy cock. Instead, he shot Vik a glance with one raised brow, scooted backward, and sucked Vik’s cock down his throat.

“Oh my god!” Vik shouted, arching upward. “Warn a guy.”

Smiling, spit dribbling from his lips, Forrest did not stop. He kept sucking, taking Vik in as far as he could—no gag reflex made it easy. Vik writhed underneath him, begging for release. Maybe just begging, Forrest couldn’t be sure.

“Cooper,” Vik said in warning. “Gonna come.”

Forrest ignored him and instead sucking harder. Seconds later, he was rewarded with a flood of come across his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed, of course.

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