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that Grant felt the tingle down
his spine.
    As the water sluiced over Lane’s ripped body, Grant
allowed the porcelain to bite into his knees as he positioned himself in front
of Lane. He kept his gaze trained on Lane’s chiseled face, their eyes locking
together while Lane guided his cock into Grant’s mouth.
    “Damn, that looks nice,” Lane growled softly. “I love
watching my dick slide past your lips.”
    Grant groaned around Lane’s cock, swiping his tongue
over and around Lane’s thick shaft, teasing the underside briefly, enjoying the
fuck out of Lane’s heated response and the salty taste of Lane’s skin.
    “Aww, hell, Grant,” Lane muttered, his eyes rolling
back in his head.
    Grant cupped Lane’s balls with his hand, kneading
firmly as Lane rocked into him. When Lane’s eyes were once again on him, he
used his teeth to gently scrape along the length of him.
    “I dream about this,” Lane admitted, his voice little
more than a throaty whisper. “I dream about fucking your mouth, watching you
take me all the way.”
    Grant’s eyes widened briefly, but he expanded his
mouth, taking Lane deeper. Lane was a big man in every sense of the word. He
was well beyond a mouthful, but Grant gave it his all. He loved watching the
pure ecstasy on Lane’s face. It got him every time.
    “Just like that,” Lane hissed, his fingers tightening
in Grant’s hair once again. The pleasure-pain sparked down Grant’s spine,
making his balls throb with excitement.
    Grant relished hearing the deep cadence of Lane’s
voice as he continued to mumble incoherently, urging Grant to continue.
    “Damn, baby, that’s good.”
    Grant nearly fell over, planting his palms on Lane’s
thick thighs to keep himself up.
    Baby?
    Had Lane really called him that? The single word did
incredible things to Grant’s insides, his heart racing out of control. He’d
never expected a term of endearment to mean so damn much to him, but seeing the
reverence on Lane’s face only solidified the meaning behind it.
    Grant pulled back, gripping Lane’s cock in his fist as
he stared up at him. “Say it again.”
    It was Lane’s turn to look bewildered, but then a sexy
smirk tilted the corners of his lips. “You like when I call you that?”
    Grant groaned in response, sucking Lane’s dick back
into his mouth, applying firm suction as he began to bob his head faster,
stroking Lane at the same time.
    “Fuck, that’s good, baby. So damn good. That’s it,
take my dick all the way. Wrap your lips around me and suck. Suck me hard,
Grant. Fuck yes.”
    Without hesitation, Grant put all of his efforts into
making Lane explode. He would’ve succeeded, too, if Lane hadn’t yanked his
hair, pulling him back enough to keep him from sending Lane over the edge.
    “Not yet,” Lane said hoarsely. “Come here.”
    Grant got to his feet with Lane’s help, finding
himself banded in Lane’s strong arms, their mouths melded together, their
tongues dueling for control, as they both clawed at one another in an attempt
to get closer.
    Once again, Lane used his grip on Grant’s hair to
bring things to a halt, the two of them staring into one another’s eyes as they
fought for breath.
    “I want to come in your ass,” Lane whispered. “I want
to be buried so deep inside of you that you forget your own name.”
    It was Grant’s turn to say, “Fuck yes.”
     
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    Lane had come over with every intention of calling Grant
to the carpet, coercing him to talk about what his problems were, but then this
happened.
    And now he couldn’t even remember what he wanted to
talk about.
    The only thing that mattered was sliding his dick into
Grant’s hot ass, making love to him until their eyes crossed and nothing else
in the entire world mattered.
    Thanks to one of their previous rendezvous in Grant’s
shower, there was a tube of lubricant tucked between the bottles of shampoo and
body wash, along with a strip of condoms that were sitting