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to get up on stage with his guitar on open mic night. Bathed in red light, muscles
twitching in his slender arms as he played, shadowed face, lips so fucking close to the
microphone when he sang in that low, raspy voice& Paul had entertained a hundred
fantasies about Evan in the past couple years, most of them shockingly close to their
shared, present reality.
And now here Evan Hennessey was beneath him, bathed in candlelight, flat on his
back with his thighs spread, attention glued to Paul s chest and hips and cock. It took
Paul s breath away the tight heat wrapped around his dick, two pairs of ravenous
eyes watching his body drive into Evan s. He slowed his thrusts and pulled out, leaned
over to grab the bottle off the table.
You re doing good. He flipped the cap open, smeared lube across his palm and
held Evan s stare. Is this what you d hoped it d be?
It s better, Evan whispered. His eyes dropped to where Paul s slick hand stroked
his cock.
Just wait til you come. With that, Paul brought his cock head back to Evan s
asshole, slid in quick and rough and was rewarded with a fresh, guttural, animal sound.
He held Evan s thighs and drove into him with a greedy rhythm. Use me, Evan had
said. An answered prayer if Paul had ever heard one.
He let thoughts dull the edge of his pleasure, not ready for this evening to end.
He d expected a bit more ego from a man with crusty urban edges like Evan, but the
guy was a natural-born submissive. Hungry, eager, the perfect balance of outward
servitude and hidden greed. Paul worked to find his pace without losing himself. He
studied Evan s body& lean and raw, not an ounce of fat hiding a single tic of muscle or
intake of breath. A bit of black hair decorated his chest, more framing the rock-hard,
gorgeous cock between his pale thighs. His hands had drifted above his head to
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strangle the pillow, and the thick leather cuff on one of his crossed wrists filled Paul
with other fantasies, ones involving rope and gags and threats. But right now the man
needed to get straight-up fucked. Paul would get his turn before long, but until then he
had only one purpose to blow Evan s mind clean out of his skull.
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Evan was lost, mesmerized by the impossibly perfect scene happening before him
to him. The pain was gone from his body, replaced with the nastiest, purest pleasure
he d felt since he was about seventeen and discovering sex for the first time. Paul s
strong hands gripped his legs beneath each knee, held him wide open as that thick,
merciless cock drove inside over and over. It was everything Evan had hoped it would
be. More. Every time Paul pushed deep he filled Evan with intimidating pressure, the
violation offset by ecstasy as his cock massaged Evan from the inside out, made his
balls ache and his cock throb, made him bite back pleas to be touched.
Paul found his stride, grunting along with his plunging cock. Fuck, take me,
Hennessey. Watch me fucking you.
For seconds or minutes or hours Evan took what Paul gave him, moaned with the
impact and memorized every square inch of the man s body. Evan had thought this
might be too much face-to-face as he got fucked beyond intimate to scary. But he
loved it. He loved Paul s expression with its mix of meanness and helpless arousal, and
he loved watching. He loved Margie watching.
He gasped at a particularly harsh thrust and noted with fear and excitement the
smile spreading slowly across Paul s face. Paul moved his arms, caught Evan under
each knee with the crooks of his elbows as he braced his palms on the bed, lowering his
hips and forcing Evan s thighs wider.
Oh fuck. Evan tried to blink away tiny white sparks in his vision as Paul took him
deeper. Then Paul s body came down, his hard stomach brushing Evan s cock,
threatening to send him over the edge.
Not yet, Evan muttered.
Not yet, what? Paul s face was close, just inches from Evan s.
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I don t want to come yet.
Paul brought his mouth to Evan s, kissed him deep and nasty and mean and leaned
back with a grin curling his lips. You ll come when I tell you to come. He looked to
Margie, still kneeling, rapt. You too. You ll both come when I tell you to. For now you
let me watch. He nodded at Margie and Evan watched her reach between her legs to
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