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

Ben‟s every advance with the push of his hips. Needing more, his body straining for the release he refused to allow it, Vance turned his head to connect with Ben‟s cheek as the other man buried his face in the curve of Vance‟s neck.
    The kiss was carnal. No coaxing of lips or teasing of tongues. Just a raw exchange of need as tongues dueled and lips pressed against each other. The scent of sweat and sex engulfed Vance‟s senses as he parried and thrust, never giving in to the domination of Ben‟s kiss. Even as they pulled apart to draw in deep gulps of air, Vance waged a war with his flesh, refusing to allow his body release, refusing to let his body dictate his passion. The control had to be his. Exerting every ounce of power within him, he fought against the explosion that tingled in his balls and twined up his spine, until Ben‟s teeth tugged at his bottom lip.
    The squeeze and stroke of Ben‟s fist around his cock, the pressure of the bite, had him teetering on the edge. Ben released his hold on Vance‟s lip.
    “Trust me,” Ben whispered. “Do it, Vance. Come with me.”
    It was the simple command in his lover‟s voice that sent Vance into climax.
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    The wet splash of his cum against his chest and belly coincided with the heated pulse of Ben‟s cock within the tight confines of his rectum. Angry at his surrender at the same time every taut muscle in his frame relaxed, Vance‟s head dropped back to rest against Ben‟s shoulder. The steel-reinforced beam supported his weight even as the chains latched to his cuffs groaned at the pull of two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
    Even as he abandoned himself to the feelings coursing through him, he recognized the truth in what Ben had been trying to tell him: real passion, real love, slipped free of all bindings, escaped control and spread through a person, infusing the soul with peace.
    He trusted Ben. He loved Ben.
    Ben didn‟t gloat over winning their challenge with time to spare, and Vance, his mind still trying to make sense of the new realizations surfacing, didn‟t protest his loss.
    After Ben eased free of Vance‟s ass and released the chains on his cuffs, Vance watched Ben move to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
    After releasing the cuffs, Vance set them on the nightstand and followed Ben into the bathroom. Neither man spoke when Vance slid back the shower door and turned on the spray. Minutes later, the pounding of warm water against his back barely registered over the pleasure Vance found as he swallowed Ben‟s cock, working the knob to the back of his throat and drawing a curse from his lover‟s lips as he used his tongue and throat to tease the tip. Pulling back, he suckled its sensitive ridge, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of the shaft as his fingers tugged at the hot sac behind.
    “Fuck, V,” Ben gasped, hands fisting in Vance‟s hair as he pressed his head against the wall of the shower behind him. “You‟re gonna make me come.”
    “Fair‟s fair.” Vance chuckled as he allowed his hands to stroke and torment his friend before he swirled his tongue over the tip again. He drew the pearly drop of precum out of the slit and savored the taste. “You made me come, I make you come.
    Makes us even, wouldn‟t you say?”
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    Ben didn‟t respond. Whatever he was going to say was drowned beneath the groan that rolled through his chest as Vance surrounded his length with the heat of his lips. Letting one of his hands drop to grasp his own swollen erection, Vance focused on bringing Ben to climax with the slide of his tongue and the suction of his mouth.
    He forced down his own orgasm, defeating the niggling fear that tried to whisper in the back of his mind that any mastery of his body was merely an illusion—an illusion shattered by Ben‟s easy manipulation of his need, his arousal. Breathing deep, he worked his tongue over, under, and around Ben‟s cock, all the