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adding pressure to his
balls with his knee.
    A groan left his lips
before Frank claimed them with his. Victory reared its head. Frank had kissed him again, on his own,
without Rand's initiation. In the back of
his mind he knew the pressure on his groin had lessened, and the
top button of his jeans had eased open.
    Frank shoved his hand in,
grabbed his cock and stroked. His hand lingered near the crown. "Ah, good boy, no boxers." He
dragged his nail across the wet slit, his
motions slow and languid. Another animal-like moan came from Rand when Frank squeezed, tugged and spoke
into his open mouth. "Who came before
me?"
    In a dazed stupor, Rand shook his head. "No
one, I swear."
    Frank's hand dove lower to
cup his balls. Rand squirmed when he kneaded the aching sacs, and arched his hips up when Frank
squeezed. A master at seduction, Frank
applied just enough force to open his zipper and mingle the pain and pleasure again.
    How Frank managed to push
two fingers inside his hole he didn't know, but with the jolt of pure bliss surging through him, he
wasn't about to ask.
    Rand bit down on his lower
lip to keep from crying out the, "Oh, God," he choked out.
    Frank worked the tight
muscle around his entrance and plunged deeper while Rand bucked beneath him. He failed this time at
stifling his cry when Frank found the spot
that rendered him dizzy. Rand's inside muscles contracted and clasped Frank's fingers, his groin launching
into a spasm that froze his
limbs.
    "Yes, don't stop. Harder,
Frank, harder." Recovering his ability to move, he wound his fingers through Frank's hair, forcing him into
an urgent kiss.
    Rand's tongue matched the
strokes of Frank's wicked digits driving into him. Breathless with uncontrolled pants, he whimpered.
"Do it, Frank, please. I'm so ready, so
ready."
    "Oh, we're just getting started."
    Rand couldn't help his
miserable groan or the series of shivers prickling over every inch
of his hot flesh. A cool breeze through the open window
kissed his skin when Frank rolled the
jeans from his hips to bunch around his ankles.
    Frank slid down his body
without removing his fingers from his ass. A warm mouth enveloped the tip of his cock, the sensation
pitching his body into a new series of
tremors. He couldn't remember the last time Frank had sucked him off.
    Rand looked down. The image
of Frank's deflated cheeks and his lush, full lips wrapped around his dick sent him hurtling into
uncharted territory. A protest broke from
his throat when Frank removed his fingers from his ass and cupped his butt cheeks with both
hands.
    After swallowing the entire
length of his pulsing shaft, Frank worked him hard and rough. He sucked and nibbled, slid up and down
the length and scraped his teeth across
the engorged cap.
    "Christ. I can't hold back,
Frank. Let me come. Oh, God I'm going to come."
    Frank pulled the cusp of
his t-shirt down and covered the head of his cock with the fabric. "Come on, pretty boy. Give me all you
got."
    A kaleidoscope of colors
exploded in Rand's head and his body went rigid. On and on the
potent orgasm ripped through him while he prayed it would never end. Suspended between this world and
another, the timeless moments played out
in slow motion.
    Through a series of his own
muffled moans, his shoes came off, and the jeans were tugged from his legs. Strong arms lifted his limp
body and placed him on his knees with his
face against the fabric of the seat.
    Soon, soon, Frank would be
inside him. Not soon enough. Something warm slicked his ass.
    Too spent to care or
respond when Frank's cock nudged his hole, he had only enough strength to draw a deep breath before
he entered him.
    Burying only the crown of
his thick, long dick, Frank reached around and took his limp shaft in his hand. "Oh, man, McGuire, you
gotta be fucking kidding me? After that mind-numbing blow job, I
can't get it up again."
    Frank kneaded and stroked
his flaccid shaft while driving into his ass another inch. The hot, tight fit stretched