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that, do you?” Neal’s voice tickled his ear.
    “Yeah,” Sasha gasped, the sound pushed out of him by the toy buried inside him.
    “Not yet.” His hand wrapped around Sasha’s cock. “I’m not done with you yet. You wanted to see what a session is like. I want you blind .” His hand pumped, squeezing the skin so tightly as to be this side of pain.
    “Oh Gods,” Sasha panted over and over. He tried to catch his breath but couldn’t speak around his arousal. He started to sit up but Neal’s other hand circled his throat tight enough to hold him flat but not enough to choke him.
    Sasha’s orgasm built from the backs of his thighs, but before he started to come, Neal let go of him. He arched his back and screamed, sensations almost like pain shooting through him. He’d read about the technique, about how Tantric practitioners used it to heighten the orgasm, but he’d never been patient enough to try it.
    Damn, though, those Indians knew how to fuck.
    He collapsed against the table, blinking through tears of exertion and trying to think. Neal’s hands cupped his ass and massaged, moving the toy deep inside him. His breath sounded almost like sobs as Neal moved his body, but he couldn’t form words.
    Maybe if he turned the tables… He cracked his eyes open and Neal’s cock bobbed next to him. He rolled onto his side, the toy inside him firing all his nerve receptors, and dove onto Neal’s cock with his mouth. The length fooled him and went partway down his throat, and Neal grunted when it happened.
    “You think you’re going to distract me, huh?” Neal murmured with a chuckle. “I don’t know about that. You’re a good little bottom.”
    Yeah, but not that easy to read. He only looked small and helpless. He wrapped his hand around Neal’s shaft and used his other hand to cup his smooth balls, shaved like Sasha’s own. He didn’t yet know how hard Neal liked it, whether he liked it rough or wanted gentle and sweet. His instinct said hard. He squeezed the length in his mouth with his lips and Neal’s hands buried themselves in his hair.
    Hard it was, then.
    He set up a steady movement, bouncing up and down with abandon. Neal stroked his back and shoulders as he lay on his side on the table, low moans coming out of him that inflamed Sasha. Neal’s hips pumped in time to Sasha’s movements. Bending over Sasha’s back, Neal slid warm palms all the way along Sasha’s body to cup his ass.
    Neal squeezed both of Sasha’s ass cheeks around the toy and then rotated them, moving the toy inside him. Sasha had to pull back for more air as the motion stimulated his prostate. He’d never come this way. Neal’s hands moved closer to the sensitive tissue between his anus and scrotum and massaged it. Sasha arched his back, pushing into Neal’s hands, and Neal chuckled.
    “Like that, do you?”
    “Yeah,” he gasped.
    “What happened to you turning the tables on me?”
    Sasha chuckled. “Bet you I still can.”
    “Not if you come this way, you won’t.”
    “No one’s ever done it to me before,” Sasha taunted. “What makes you think you’ll be the first?”
    “Let’s say I’m not like your other lovers and leave it at that?”
    Sasha could read the angry possessiveness in the depths of his cinnamon gaze. Note to self: don’t tease the big Marine, he doesn’t like it. Of course, if it made him fuck Sasha harder, it might be worth it… “Prove it.”
    Neal’s eyebrow cocked. He walked over to the cabinet and got a second condom. As Sasha watched, he smoothed it onto himself and stroked a few times to reinforce his already swollen erection. He held Sasha’s eyes as he lubed it with strong hands, the shine of the thick viscous stuff making Sasha shiver with anticipation. Neal walked back and kissed him, a possessive feel to it that he loved.
    He moved his mouth to Sasha’s ear. “Like I said, I don’t fuck my clients.”
    “Please, Boss,” Sasha whispered. “Please…”
    “I only fuck my