Page 64 of Thunder Road

“I put in a plug when I got home so I’d be ready for you,” Simon murmured. “Just took it out and got slicked up. Want you as close as you can get.”

Vic chuckled. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”

“I figured that would speed things up,” Simon replied with a sexy smile. “We can do long and slow later.”

Vic squirted a dollop of lube into his palm and started stroking Simon’s half-hard cock until it firmed in his hand, grinding against his own rigid prick. He felt Simon tremble and heard the way his breathing changed to short, sharp panting. Despite the cool night, Simon’s face flushed, and he had a light sheen of sweat.

“Don’t make me wait.” Simon gave Vic a look so full of hunger that Vic’s groin tightened. “Want to look at you while we do it.”

They had tried a lot of positions and liked many of them, but Vic knew that right now, Simon wanted the comfort of having Vic top and being able to make eye contact.

Vic leaned in for another deep kiss, then pushed Simon’s knees apart and back. The view of Simon on his back, laid out for him, made Vic’s cock painfully hard.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Vic was just as besotted as on their first night together. He eased forward, testing to make sure Simon was as ready as he claimed by slipping two and then three slick fingers into his hole. He didn’t want to hurt Simon and felt relieved when Simon’s body accepted the intrusion without difficulty.

Vic covered him for a moment, holding his lover as close as humanly possible. He pressed kisses to Simon’s neck and let his hands slide between them to tweak his nipples before he raised himself on his arms and began to move. He rocked back and forth slowly, gradually increasing speed as he felt Simon relax and lose himself in sensation.

“I love you,” Vic whispered over and over. “I’m glad you’re mine.”

He reached down to take Simon’s cock in hand, stroking him hard once more. He kept up a matching rhythm, feeling Simongradually come apart as passion drove out stress and made him forget the aftermath of the evening.

Their climaxes hit nearly simultaneously, like riding lightning. Vic loved the way Simon shivered and clutched him tight, moaning his name. Vic wrapped his arms around Simon in the afterglow, staying joined together until Simon’s breathing slowed and he relaxed, sinking into the bedding.

“Love you,” Simon murmured. “Best husband ever.”

“Planning to be youronlyhusband ever,” Vic teased gently and followed up with another kiss.

“I’m all for that.” Simon sounded sleepy and sated. He tugged gently at Vic. “Time to sleep.”

Vic slipped out gently and rolled to one side. “Give me a minute.” He headed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and rinsed a warm washcloth to take back to Simon, then took his time wiping Simon down with care, making it a finishing touch of their lovemaking. Simon went to brush his teeth and came right back.”

Vic lobbed the washcloth toward the bathroom door and crawled beneath the covers, spooning Simon. “Did you have a happy Halloween?” He pressed a kiss to Simon’s shoulder.

“Yep. Sex with you is better than chocolate. Don’t let that go to your head,” Simon teased.

“Better than chocolate, huh? Then I’m all for somehotchocolate in the morning.” Vic licked Simon’s neck.

Simon reached for Vic’s hand and pulled it over his heart. “Sweet dreams.”