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over him.
    The arousal was still there. Fuck yeah, it was still there. But the urgency associated with his long pent-up frustration dissipated, washed away with each careful touch. In its place, the deep inner feeling of completeness began to stir. With that first moment of awareness, Vance sank his teeth into his bottom lip. The jut of his cock and the heat in his balls worked against him. The heat was growing. His control was slipping, just as it had with Aimee.
    Ben‟s sliding fingers continued to tease, delineating each of Vance‟s ribs, before smoothing along his obliques and exploring his abs. The instant the damp tip of Ben‟s tongue teased the dip of his navel, Vance couldn‟t stop the growl that rumbled up in his chest. His hips thrust forward. His hiss soon followed as the scrape of Ben‟s evening beard abraded the damp tip of his erection.
    “Behave.” Ben‟s sharp command brushed Vance‟s skin as his lips pressed against the smaller white gouges and lumps left by the shrapnel he‟d taken in his left side, hip, and leg.
    “Quit teasing,” Vance chided. Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out. Hold it. Rein it in, soldier. It’s almost over. Time’s almost up.
    “Suck it up, soldier,” Ben taunted. “You still have twenty minutes to go.”
    “Fu— Shit !” More curses followed as the one thing Vance had been waiting ten minutes for happened. The warm slide of Ben‟s lips over his cock had him arching forward, muscles tense, hands fisting the chains above them. The slow swipe of Ben‟s 38
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    tongue over the sensitive crest sent a shudder of arousal through his body. With each bit of flesh Ben pulled into his mouth, Vance fought the pleas for release.
    The heat, the stroke of Ben‟s tongue, the flex of his fingers around the base of Vance‟s shaft all chipped away at the ice encasing his control. His hips rocked forward, pressing his length deeper, and Ben accepted it, suckling the extra flesh even as he tugged the short curls surrounding its base before cupping Vance‟s sac. When Ben pulled away, Vance bit back a cry of protest before a ripple of pleasure coursed through his groin and up his spine. The wet slide of Ben‟s tongue along the length of his shaft sent another shiver through his body. Vance fought the desire to arch forward even though his body was desperate for the next stroke, the next caress.
    He was determined to hold off. He fought against his body‟s urge to let go. The need was there. The attraction and desire were greater than any he‟d experienced in the past.
    But suddenly, even as the wet stroke of Ben‟s mouth over his cock sent shivers skating along his skin, Vance became aware of the subtle stirrings of power settling into place. Drawing a deep breath, he willed his body to remain still, not thrust toward the warmth of Ben‟s mouth. It obeyed.
    Vance felt the tether slide into place. Triumph zinged through his body and mind.
    Ben might attempt to break his hold on his needs, but Vance could handle it. Ben could tease as much as he wanted. It was back—his control. He held the lead. The reins on his need were in his power. He wouldn‟t lose them again. No one would be hurt.
    He felt his lips edge up at the corners. Take all the time you want, Murphy . For the first time in six months, Vance started to feel human again.
    Ben stifled the sound of his hunger. The scent of Vance‟s arousal, the heat of his cock, the reaction of his body to his touch had Ben‟s own erection straining for release.
    The need to explode hovered tantalizingly close, even as he buried his nose in the curls Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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    at the base of Vance‟s shaft and inhaled the unique blend of his scent and the sweat slicking his skin.
    Man or woman, Ben knew the right spots to stroke, caress, and tease to heighten the need and draw out arousal to a painful necessity. In his time at the Diablo Blanco Club, he‟d learned valuable lessons in various forms of stimulation.