Diablo Blanco Club 2, Under Control by Qwillia Rain Page A

fisted hands kept the vibrations from rattling the chains holding him, but he wasn‟t sure for how long he‟d be able to keep still.
    I had no idea anticipation could be this painful . Vance shook his head at his mental discovery. The throb of his erection beat in time with the tremors cycling through his body. Need for release had reached an excruciating level, and still Ben teased. Pushing his ass back, Vance tried to tempt his friend to move faster. He‟d achieved what he sought. The beast of his emotions was inside his grip, tamed. He could enjoy Ben‟s attentions without fear of losing control. Like he‟d said, a man was always under control.
    The heat of Ben‟s body against his drew another moan from his lips. The press of slick fingertips against his hole had him pushing back.
    “Do you need to come? Is that why I should hurry, V?”
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    “No,” Vance lied, biting back his body‟s urge to encourage Ben to work faster. The slide of two fingers into his rectum and then a third had him rocking on his feet. He could control the need now. Couldn‟t he?
    The torture only grew worse as Ben laughed. Working the fingers of one hand deeper, Ben wrapped his free hand around Vance‟s straining cock. The rope in Vance‟s mind strained against the pressure created by the emotions pushing to slip free. Vance tried to focus on keeping it taut and in place, but the rhythmic squeeze and release of Ben‟s hand, combined with the stroke of fingers in his ass, had Vance chanting incoherently, “Oh God, yes, baby!” Again and again, he had to stop himself from uttering a plea for release. He may have regained control, but there was no goddamned way he was going to let Ben win their wager. But as Ben increased the intensity of his motions, Vance couldn‟t help begging for the feel of Ben‟s cock. “Ahh, God, Ben, I need it. Please, I need it now!”
    “Need what, V? Tell me.” The command was accompanied by the removal of Ben‟s fingers from his ass.
    Only the slide of his hand along Vance‟s cock remained, and even that had slowed to a smooth caress, the fingers no longer squeezing.
    “I need you to fuck me,” Vance said. He pressed his hips back, sliding his cheeks against the lubed heat of Ben‟s flesh. “I have to feel your pole pounding inside me, Ben.”
    “How?” Ben asked. He moved the tip of his erection so it was snug against Vance‟s entrance and then stilled, seeming to wait for a response.
    “Hard, Ben. Fast, baby, and hard.” Vance quivered in his restraints. The pleasure and pain that coursed through his body increased the buzz of his arousal and need to a fever pitch. His breath froze in his lungs as Ben slammed his dick home, shoving past pulsing muscles to bury his length balls deep in Vance‟s ass.
    The hand around Vance‟s cock kept pace with the shaft up his ass, spinning Vance‟s senses into the ether, stretching his concept of where he was, what he was, and Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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    whom he was with beyond anything he‟d experienced. Ben took him at his word and set a furious pace. The heat of his chest warmed Vance‟s back with each hard advance of Ben‟s length into his body, only to be followed by the steady retreat. Tingles from his building climax spread through his balls and up Vance‟s spine, increasing in intensity with every thrust of Ben‟s hips. His emotions pulled at the bonds. He struggled to hold them in, racing toward release. Ben‟s heated whispers barely registered in his mind.
    “That‟s it. You feel so fucking good, baby. Hot and tight,” Ben growled. His chest was plastered to Vance‟s back, hips pounding his ass, balls slapping against balls. “Just for me. Made just for me.”
    “Yes,” Vance agreed. The blindfold heightened his awareness of every breath flowing in and out of their lungs. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, the drip of sweat down skin, the texture of the carpet beneath his feet as he braced himself and met