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mighty good wrapped around his cock.

Jesus. He was an utter shit. Just like Scarlett accused him of. Minutes ago, he’d wanted her. And now

he wanted Drake.

Frustration. I’m looking to replace her because I’m just so damn frustrated.

Or maybe he could actually be attracted to two people at the same time.

“I’ve heard the stories.” Drake smiled. “The rumors about you.”

“There are rumors?” That was news to him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He liked to keep this

under wraps.

“Very hush hush. Not many people talk about it. But I heard you like to experiment.”

Trevor took another step closer to Drake, so close that he was in his personal space. They were of

equal height. He figured Drake was at least six foot since he was six-two, and their lips were so close their

breath mingled together. “I do.”

“I’ll be upfront. I heard you like to get your dick sucked.” Drake trailed his fingers down the center of

Trevor’s chest. “By another man.”

“Well…it’s true. Are you making the offer?”

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Drake nodded once, his gaze meeting his and it was all Trevor needed to see. Grabbing his hand, he

led Drake to the bank of private rooms, choosing another one versus the room where he had been with

Scarlett.

He didn’t need her memory assaulting him. With his luck, the room would still smell like her and,

well, that would piss him off too much.

He’d rather focus on Drake. The very willing and able Drake.

The room was larger and had a bed. A giant bed with a plain black comforter covering it was set in

the center with two simple black painted end tables on either side. A stark white bowl sat on one of the

tables, filled to the brim with condoms.

Perfect. Fully equipped with everything I need.

“Strip,” Trevor commanded as he snicked the lock closed with a twist of his wrist. He focused on

Drake, saw the unmistakable lust on his pretty face, his hands automatically going for the hem of his Tshirt.

“Come over here and help me,” he drawled, revealing a slice of perfectly toned abs.

Trevor wasted no time. He went to Drake and yanked the shirt up and over his head. Drake’s lightly

tanned skin gleamed golden in the subdued light, his eyes glittering when they met Trevor’s. Unable to

resist, Trevor kissed him, hard and punishing, letting all of his aggression and anger over the situation with

Scarlett pour out in his kiss.

Drake took it with a gleeful groan, his mouth going wide, tongue slashing against Trevor’s. Trevor

drew him close, his hands sliding down Drake’s smooth, muscled back. His skin was warm, firm, his body

hard, and Trevor shuddered when Drake put his hands on him.

The kiss, if possible, went deeper, their tongues tangling, their hands roaming over each other’s

bodies. Drake touched his stomach, his fingers crawling up until he brushed across Trevor’s nipples,

tweaking and pinching.

Trevor pulled away from him, his breathing harsh, his heart pounding a loud tattoo in his chest, his

ears, his head. Drake smiled, his hand resting on his belt buckle, and he stroked the hand revolver buckle

made of burnished metal. “I had no idea you had it in you.”

“What?” Trevor tore his shirt off, threw it on the ground. Drake’s eyes flared with interest, his gaze

roaming over him and Trevor stood taller.

Damn it, he was proud of his body. He worked like a son of a bitch to keep in shape.

And yet Scarlett hadn’t seemed to appreciate it. She hadn’t appreciated him. Hell, he hadn’t even

kissed her. Yet here he was kissing Drake, his hands all over him, his cock just as hard as it had been for

Scarlett.

Fucking confusing. Don’t overthink it.

He couldn’t help but overthink it.

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“I want you to suck my cock,” Trevor growled, suddenly pissed at himself. Pissed that he could easily

put the encounter with Scarlett aside and enjoy this with Drake. What the fuck kind of man was he? He’d

heard the saying time and again but certainly never thought it applied to him. He’d found it amusing, it

made him laugh every time he heard it when used for someone else, but now the term rang true in his ears.

Man whore.

He was a total fucking man whore who seduced whoever he could get his hands on.

“With pleasure.” Drake shucked his jeans and underwear in one pull and got down on his knees in

front of Trevor. Reaching for him, Drake stroked the front of his jeans, making Trevor’s cock jump in

reaction.

One simple touch and his balls tightened. A couple of sucks from what would surely be Drake’s

expert mouth and he’d probably shoot off like a geyser. It wouldn’t take much. He was already on the edge,

angry and so damn hard he could drive metal spikes into cement with his dick.

Sure fingers undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his jeans, tugged the zipper down. Drake pushed

Trevor’s jeans off, his hands smoothing over his ass once before catching on the waistband of his boxers

and sliding them down as well. His jeans and boxers stopped about mid-thigh and his cock sprang free,

bobbing in front of Drake’s pursed lips.

“Hmm, you’re big.” Drake leaned close to Trevor’s dick and licked his lips.

“Suck it,” Trevor commanded, not in the mood for teasing and bullshit.

He wanted his cock in Drake’s mouth. He wanted to fuck his mouth and get off. Then he wanted to

fuck Drake’s ass and get off again.

“Only if you promise to suck mine too.” Drake glanced up at him, his piercing, pale green gaze

seeming to see right through him. “This isn’t all about you, you know.”

Trevor closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. Yet again, he was called out for being a selfish

bastard. Eyes snapping open at the first touch of Drake’s tongue on the head of his cock, he stared down at

Drake whose gaze hadn’t left his. “I know. You’re right. You’ll get yours, I promise.”

“Good.” He licked again, his tongue circling the flared head, tracing the slit, gathering the pearly precome that formed there. Trevor groaned, the sight so erotic, Drake’s long, pink tongue searching him

carefully, thoroughly. “You taste good.”

And Drake licked good, too. Trevor’s body went tense, his muscles tight as Drake dragged his tongue

down the length of his cock, mapping the veins, tickling just beneath the flared head. His fingers slid

around the base, making Trevor jerk in his grip, and Drake smiled.

“I’m slowing you down. You were too pissed off.”

Drake was right. He was still a little pissed, but it was fading. Fading with the attention of Drake’s

tongue and the subtle glide of his hand. He held a firm grip on his cock, firmer than any woman had ever

touched him, and Trevor sighed in pleasure.

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Being with men was such a different experience. Not better, just different. Women were more

delicate. They didn’t know how to handle a man the way he wanted to be handled. Other men understood.

They were rougher, they could take more, they could give more and they wouldn’t break.

He enjoyed the delicateness of women, the softness of their skin, sinking deep inside their wet bodies.

But he also liked the hard firmness of a man.

The best of both worlds.

Drake’s lips finally wrapped around the head of Trevor’s cock, and he released a shuddering breath.

Trevor slipped his hands on either side of Drake’s head, his fingers curling in Drake’s hair, and he began to

pump. Drake took him, inch by inch until his cock bumped the back of his throat. And he never protested.

“Fuck yeah, that feels amazing,” Trevor muttered, increasing his pace, his eyes nearly crossing at the

suction Drake applied to his cock.

Drake was good—he sucked, he licked, his fingers stroked, while his other hand was busy jerking at

his own cock. Trevor savored the image, this man kneeling before him, taking all of him and getting off

while he did it, too.

His orgasm raced upon him, strong and intense, building, building at the base of his spine until Trevor

knew it was moments before he’d explode. His rhythm grew faster, the encouraging sounds Drake made

hurrying him along and, when his gaze locked with Drake’s, Trevor knew he was done.

He came with a shout, his fingers fisting in Drake’s hair, his semen shooting to the back of Drake’s

throat. Again and again, it shot out of him, endless, his body shuddering, his stomach muscles clenching

tight, cramping until finally he was done and he slumped over Drake.

“Come here.” Trevor tugged on Drake’s hair and brought him up so they both stood. He kissed him,

his tongue licking at the inside of Drake’s mouth, tasting himself, tasting Drake, the mixture a potent

cocktail that made him eager to sample Drake’s cock.

“I want you,” Trevor murmured against Drake’s mouth, his hand sliding over his hard cock. The rigid

length of his erection made him shudder, excitement racing in his blood, throbbing throughout his entire

body. “I want your cock.”

Then take it,” Drake offered, his damp mouth moving against Trevor’s. “Take me.”

Trevor got rid of his jeans and underwear, kicking them off before he went to his knees before Drake.

Drake was already naked, his muscular body shining with a damp sheen of sweat, defining muscle and

sinew. Trevor smoothed a hand over his flat abdomen, felt the muscles jump beneath his fingers, and he

smiled. His hand slid lower, tangled in the dark brown pubic hair that grew around Drake’s cock and then

he touched him, feather light, his fingers dragging along his thick length.

Drake’s dick was big but not as wide as Trevor’s. His cock curved upward, satiny smooth flesh

begging to be touched, the tip dribbling clear liquid. Trevor tasted it with a quick swipe of his tongue, the

musky, salty taste dissolving in his mouth, and he smiled when he heard Drake groan.

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“Suck me,” Drake begged. Trevor shook his head, prepared to take his time. He wanted to give Drake

a taste of his own medicine.

He licked, he stroked, his fingers sure, sliding up and down the hot hard length of Drake. Trevor

gripped his balls with his other hand, cupped them in his palm, his fingers teasing, and he swore he saw

Drake’s dick grow right before his eyes.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. Clearly, Drake was enjoying every blessed minute of it.

“I’d like it even more if you put your mouth on me,” Drake said between clenched teeth.

Trevor normally didn’t tease. He usually hated it—though the way Drake had teased him just

moments ago had made his orgasm incredible. “Just paying you back,” he murmured as he lapped at

Drake’s cock, nice and easy.

Drake’s cock jerked beneath his tongue. “Please.”

The pleading tone in Drake’s voice made Trevor change his mind. Parting his lips, he drew Drake’s

cock into his mouth, sucking him deep. The groan that ripped from Drake’s chest made Trevor’s cock

resume at half-mast, and he groaned as well.

Drake pumped his hips in time with Trevor’s sucking lips, his thrusts going deeper into Trevor’s

mouth with every surge of his body. Trevor took him, his fingers wrapped around the base of Drake’s cock,

trying to control his movements. He wanted control, always wanted control sexually, but Drake was

pushing, thrusting, overwhelming him and all Trevor could do was accept it. Drown in it.

“I wanna come,” Drake whispered, his voice harsh, his breathing ragged. “Make me come, Trevor. I

want to come in your mouth. I’ve wanted this—you—for months.”

Jesus. This was getting out of control and fast. Sweat slicked his back, his chest and Trevor lashed at

Drake’s cock with his tongue, tasting the salty essence that leaked from it. Drake was going to come and it

would be soon. Soon…

Drake shouted, loud and guttural as his come filled Trevor’s mouth, slid down his throat. Trevor

drank him, swallowing it eagerly, relishing in the utter power he had over Drake at this very moment.

Trevor remembered how Scarlett looked when he’d made her come. Her creamy skin flushed, her

dark eyes glittering. The way she trembled, her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her shaky legs and

that downright defiant look on her face when it was over.

He wanted her still. He wanted her now. If she walked into the room right at this moment he’d forget

Drake and go to her, drag her into his arms and not let her go for the rest of the night.

Yeah, he was seriously fucked. Over a woman who didn’t want him while he was with a man who
did

want him.

What the hell did that say about him? That he was a mess?

Hell, yes.

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“Fuck me, Trevor,” Drake said when he could finally catch his breath and find his voice. He withdrew

from Trevor and went to the bed, sprawling atop it as if he was exhausted. But there was a smile on his

face, and his arms opened wide, as if waiting for Trevor to come into them. “I want you inside me. Please.”

How could he turn him down? Trevor stood, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His cock

was hard, aching again already and it would be easy. Easy to lose himself in Drake, forget who he really

wanted.

He went to him. Grabbed a condom from the white bowl and sheathed himself, staring down at Drake