Diablo Blanco Club 2, Under Control (12 page)

Ben winked at him. “Sorry, V, but once a marine always a marine.”

“Plus, I made a promise.”

“A promise?” Ben‟s hands smoothed the shirt over his shoulders before his mouth dipped to tease the pearled bud of Vance‟s nipple.

Vance moaned, “Yeah. I promised to make things right.” Taking less care with his lover‟s shirt, he shoved it off Ben‟s shoulders and down his arms so he could indulge in the feel of Ben‟s skin beneath his fingertips. Vance eased his hands lower, dipping under the waistband of Ben‟s jeans and boxers to explore the feel of his ass.

“How—
yeah, right there…ahh
—were you going to make things right?” Ben arched into his touch.

“By telling you I loved you.” Vance tugged his hands away from Ben‟s ass and moved to the fastening of the other man‟s jeans. “She made me promise to tell you I loved you when I saw you again.”

That made Ben pull back. “How did she know?”

“I told her.” Moving his lips from Ben‟s throat to his chest, Vance eased to his knees, dragging the jeans and boxers to rest around his lover‟s ankles.

Feet bare, Ben stepped free of his clothing. “When? When did you tell her?”

Still kneeling, Vance explored the planes of Ben‟s abdomen with his lips. The sleek muscles and sprinkling of hair had him nipping at the tanned flesh, enjoying the musk of arousal that emanated from Ben‟s body. “When I first touched her, she apologized and asked if I would be breaking any vows by touching her.”

“God, that sounds like Aimee.” Ben laughed. His amusement was heavily touched with sadness, as if he‟d suddenly remembered the girl he was thinking of was dead.

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“Yeah. When I told her no, she gave me the strangest look and then said, „But you love someone, don‟t you?‟” Vance pressed his lips to the soft skin, peppered with hair, beneath Ben‟s navel. Leaning back, he looked up to make sure Ben was watching him.

“I told her I did, but I hadn‟t told him yet.”

“That musta shocked her.”

Vance chuckled. “Nah, she just looked at me and said, „Promise me you‟ll tell Ben when you get home.‟”

Ben‟s fingers threaded through Vance‟s close-cropped hair as Vance moved his mouth farther south. The tiny pearl of precum glistened in the slit of his erection.

Cupping his hands around Ben‟s shaft, Vance licked the bead up, savoring the taste of Ben‟s arousal as much as he reveled in the scent. “I did tell you, that first morning at the Club.”

“No, you di—”

“In my note,” Vance reminded him.

Before Ben could protest, Vance rolled his tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the new pearls of seed. Dipping one hand lower, he fondled the sac dangling between Ben‟s legs, playing with his balls while he took the first few inches of him inside his mouth. The heat and scent of his body and the taste of his cum aroused Vance.

Locked behind the zipper of his own jeans, he could feel the tip of his penis leaking, desperate to feel Ben‟s hands around it, his mouth devouring his flesh.

Drawing a deep breath saturated with the smell of Ben‟s excitement, Vance tamped down his need, driving his desire under control, and continued his enjoyment of Ben‟s shaft.

He pulled Ben‟s cock out of his mouth with a soft
pop
, ignoring the curses and demands being spouted above his head. Instead, he focused his attention on lapping up every inch of the thick stalk of flesh, starting at Ben‟s scrotum. With the tap of his hand, Vance had Ben widen his stance, opening his body to his touch. Taking his time, he Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control

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licked at the dusky flesh, noting the fine hairs that covered his balls were different from the coarser ones surrounding the base of Ben‟s cock. Once inventoried, Vance tested to see which touch had the most impact on his lover.

He started with a gentle lapping, over and around the sac, a tickle of the perineum that had Ben clutching at Vance‟s head.

“Oh God, baby. Do that again,” he gasped, but Vance ignored him.

Next, instead of licking, he tried nipping. First at the edges of the flesh, close to where Ben‟s sac connected to his groin, then between the two hard knots contained inside. Nibbling led to sucking, which inevitably lead to mouthing. The moment his lips closed over Ben‟s balls, Ben swayed. Vance clutched his ass to hold him upright, but Ben saved his balance by grabbing hold of the bedpost behind him.

“Fuck, please,” Ben begged.

Again, Vance ignored Ben‟s plea. Moving his attention from his balls to the base of his shaft, Vance laved the heated pole with his tongue, enjoying the quiver of excitement that coursed through Ben‟s body. The pulse of his blood vibrated against his tongue and lips. Saliva pooled in his mouth and dribbled over his chin as he stroked his tongue over the thick length to the broad head.

Sucking him inside his mouth, Vance used the moisture coating the shaft to smooth the slide of his fingers. Up and down, he gripped the flesh tight as he drew inch after inch into his mouth until the head tickled the back of his throat. Exerting only the slightest pressure, he scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh as he pulled back and then eased forward again. Ben hissed above him.

Keeping his tongue flat against the underside of Ben‟s shaft, Vance teased the thick vein echoing with each heavy thud of Ben‟s heart.

“I‟m gonna come, V. Shit, baby, I need to come.”

Vance pulled back. “Not yet, wait.” At Ben‟s nod, Vance suckled his cock, drawing it deep as he coated the fingers of his left hand with the spit glistening on the shaft and dripping from the corners of his mouth. Timing his motions, he worked first one finger, 86

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then two, and finally a third past the tight ring of muscles of Ben‟s anus. Feeding them in then out as he advanced and retreated his mouth along Ben‟s penis, Vance waited, his fingers searching until he found the spot he was looking for. Once detected, he squeezed the base of Ben‟s length one last time, looked up to meet his lover‟s silver gaze, and nodded to give his permission.

Ben exploded with a primal growl. His cum jetted out, splashing against the back of Vance‟s throat, coating his tongue with the salty flavor before he swallowed it down once more. Pressing against the knot of Ben‟s prostate, he pushed his lover into a second, less intense orgasm. Suckling Ben‟s softening erection, Vance enjoyed the pleasure swimming in Ben‟s gaze as they watched each other. The muscles gripping his fingers fluttered and pulsed as the climax eased, and Vance carefully pulled his digits free.

Finished and replete, Ben stumbled backward and dropped onto the bed. Vance stripped out of his jeans and boxers and reached for the lube and protection in the nightstand. His curses brought Ben‟s head up off the mattress.

“What‟s wrong?” he croaked.

Vance held up the empty box of condoms. “None left.” His fingers flexed, crushing the black cardboard in frustration.

“It‟s okay.”

He met his gray gaze. “Have you ever…?”

Ben shook his head. “I‟m clean. What about you?”

“Me too. I‟ve never gone bareback.” Vance paused, then added, “Except Aimee.”

Ben nodded, not seeming to need any more explanation. “Then we‟re good.”

Vance saw something flash in his friend‟s gaze. “I want you to come inside me, V.”

Vance‟s fingers fumbled the lube, barely getting the cap open before Ben reached out and slid his fingers over Vance‟s cock.

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“I need to feel what you feel like as you fuck my ass just as much as I want to feel what it‟s like to explode inside you with nothing between your skin and mine.”

Vance groaned and laughed at the same time. “You keep talking like that, babe, and I‟ll blow my wad right now. Fuck gettin‟ inside you.” His hands trembled as he squeezed the lube into his palm. Closing and tossing the tube back onto the nightstand, he pushed aside Ben‟s touch to spread the gel over his pulsing length.

Ben didn‟t wait for direction. He rocked back on the bed, his feet braced on the edge of the mattress, hands spreading his cheeks, exposing the wet hole for Vance‟s attention. Stepping between Ben‟s spread thighs, Vance stroked Ben‟s waking arousal, shifted his balls aside, and set the head of his cock where he wanted it most.

“How do you want it, Ben?”

“Hard.” Ben smiled. “Hard and fast.”

And Vance did just that. After taking the time to press past the first ring of muscles, Vance gave Ben what he asked for—a hard, fast fucking. In and out, he slammed, cursing and praising the clasp and grip of Ben‟s channel, both aloud and in his mind. “So good, Ben. So fucking good. Tight and hot.”

The force of his thrusts shoved Ben farther onto the bed, making Vance crawl onto the tangled bedclothes and crouch over him to maintain the heated connection of their bodies. Ben‟s legs wrapped around his waist as Vance bent to hover over him. Vance‟s lips nipped and caressed Ben‟s, tangling their tongues even as he pulled the older man‟s hand from his hair. Lifting up just enough to meet his gaze, Vance pressed their hands, fingers intertwined, into the cool sheets above Ben‟s head.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

Ben‟s lips quirked up on one side. “Tell you what?”

A rumbling growl rolled through Vance‟s throat as he leaned down and clamped his teeth into the sensitive curve between Ben‟s neck and shoulder. Pressing hard enough to leave a sizable bruise, but not enough to break the skin, Vance waited.

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“
Ow
, watch the teeth, V.” Ben laughed.

Pulling up, Vance stilled the pistoning of his hips. “Say it, or no more fucking.”

Ben arched beneath him. “Oh God, not that.” This time his tone was serious rather than teasing.

“Say it.”

“I love you. Is that what you need to hear?” Ben held his gaze, the emotions in his velvet gray eyes clear to see.

“Yeah.” Vance nodded. The thrust of his hips began again, this time with a faster, more urgent pace. “Yeah,” he repeated. “That‟s just what I needed to hear, baby. That‟s all I needed to know.”

Lifting his head from the bed, Ben brushed his lips over Vance‟s and whispered it again. “I love you.”

With those three words, Vance cried out. The climax swelled, spreading from his balls through his belly. His heart seemed to freeze then resume its frantic beat as his seed gushed forth, filling Ben‟s ass. Between their bodies, Ben‟s renewed arousal erupted as well, coating their chests and bellies with his cum. Their entwined fingers clutched and flexed as the waves of pleasure coursed through them, joining them, changing them from the isolated men they‟d been to a single soul.

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Epilogue

A few weeks later, the Diablo Blanco Club hummed with activity. Ben served drinks to the customers and chatted with the regulars seated at the bar. It was busier than usual for a Thursday night, and the Club members present seemed more interested in conversation than playing out their favorite fantasies for an audience.

When it had finally begun to slow down, he started prepping for the transfer to the relief bartender. After counting down his till and completing a quick bottle count, he handed over the keys but stuck around to help out with the customers. Wiping down the polished teak, he offered a grin to a slender blonde approaching the bar.

“LaTreace, long time no see, doll,” he greeted. “What can I get for you?”

“Pomegranate martini, please.” Settling onto the bar stool, the woman leaned forward, offering a clear view of the assets exposed by her low-cut blouse.

“No problem.” Ben grabbed a glass, ran a slice of lemon along the rim before dipping it into a dish of sugar. Setting it aside, he filled a shaker with ice and mixed up the drink. After pouring it, he garnished the glass with a twist of lemon and set it on a coaster in front of the model. “On your tab?”

She nodded, took a sip, and purred, “Yum.”

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The door to the storage area swung open behind Ben just as the model leaned forward and stroked her hand over his. “When are you going to give in to me, Ben?”

LaTreace offered a smile that had graced the covers of magazines around the world.

“Give in to what, LaTreace?” Ben grinned, remembering the numerous advances the sexy model had made to him over the last nine months.

“What we could be together.” Her blue eyes twinkled with intent.

“Well—” Ben started, but the slide of warm arms around his waist halted his words.

“You ready to go?” Vance settled a soft kiss on the side of Ben‟s neck before propping his chin on his lover‟s shoulder.

Ben leaned into Vance‟s hold and asked, “You all finished, babe?”

Vance nodded and moved to lean on the bar close to LaTreace. “Yes. Stock‟s all counted and put away. Den has the towels folded and shelved, and the kitchen‟s been shut down.”

LaTreace leaned back, a sexy pout turning her lips downward. “I thought I heard you were back in town, Vance.”

“A few weeks ago.”

“And you‟re working here?” LaTreace‟s gaze moved back and forth between Ben and Vance, disappointment visible in her bright blue eyes.

Vance nodded. “Tending bar and security. I‟d heard you were in France. When did you get back?”

“Not soon enough apparently.” LaTreace chuckled. She finished the last of her martini and pushed the empty glass toward the other bartender.

Tossing the damp cloth into the bin near the door leading to the hallway and storage area, Ben watched Vance smile at the disappointed model. Moving to the side of the bar, Ben lifted the hinged section of wood, and he and Vance stepped to the other side.