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Authors: Qwillia Rain
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lover‟s breathing.
Having regained his breath, Vance eased free of Ben‟s ass, his mind conjuring images of another tight passage he‟d slipped from following the betrayal of his body.
He fought the memories back, refusing to sully his time with the man he loved. He would deal with the memories later, for now Ben deserved his undivided attention—his presence, both physically and mentally, in the here and now.
The past would be faced.
Later.
Exhausted in both mind and body, Vance lifted himself up. Ben‟s cum had dried, making their bellies stick together. He shook his head and laughed at the way Ben‟s flaccid penis pulled away from his belly, then flopped back onto his lover‟s hip before settling between his thighs.
“Shower?” Ben suggested, his voice sleepy and his eyes concerned but barely open.
Vance shook his head but rolled off the mattress. “No, but I‟ll get a damp cloth.”
“I‟ll—”
He waved away his offer. “Let me, I have to get rid of the rubber anyway.”
Taking only long enough to strip off and dispose of the condom, Vance dampened a washcloth and wiped himself down. Rinsed rag in hand, he returned to the bed and bathed Ben‟s butt, chest, belly, and cock. Vance tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom as he rolled onto his side and tugged the covers up to their shoulders.
“Sleep,” Vance grunted.
Ben didn‟t argue. He switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
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Chapter Five
Her slender fingers flexed against his shoulders. The tight grasp and flutter of her intimate muscles milked the length of his cock, drawing out his climax even as he gritted his teeth and fought his body for control. His body didn’t care. It refused to listen to his commands and thrust deeper, setting himself firmly inside her body. His fight to deny orgasm was lost to the pleasure she experienced despite their situation. As he bathed her virgin sheath with his seed, the monster within him smiled, knowing the reaction of her body belonged to him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his lips. The apology he should have spoken echoing in his head in a quiet feminine gasp. “I didn’t… It…” Her confusion was evident in her wide eyes and the shimmer of tears on her cheeks. Shame mingled with delight in her delicate features. The smattering of freckles over her nose and along her cheeks disappeared beneath her heated blush of embarrassment and sexual release.
“I’ll make this right, Aimee,” he promised. Knuckles bruised and swollen, the stroke of his fingers over her tear-streaked cheeks looked obscene in the murky light of the shed. The more he saw of her reactions, the prouder he was. Aimee was handling the situation better than some soldiers he’d trained with and she was barely out of her teens. Despite being raised by missionary parents, she acquitted herself well for a civilian. The click and whir of a camera were ignored as he dipped his head to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I swear. I’ll make this right.”
“Keep your promise.” More tears filled her eyes as she stared up at him. “Tell him.”
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Laughter and jeers escalated around them as rough hands pulled him away from her.
Angry demands barely registered in Vance’s mind as he fought against the hands holding him, the hands pinioning his arms behind his back as a newcomer yanked Aimee from the dirt floor.
Her hajib dropped to cover the blood and semen that smeared her thighs. His own nudity was ignored as Vance tossed commands at the man dragging Aimee toward the door, the black night visible behind them. His voice a feral growl in the shadowed room, he demanded, “She’s mine.
Bring her back, you son of a bitch!”
The burn of the knife against his throat didn’t stop his struggles. He felt the heat of his own blood spilling from the slice made by the blade, and it only made him more determined to break free. Snapping his head back,
Having regained his breath, Vance eased free of Ben‟s ass, his mind conjuring images of another tight passage he‟d slipped from following the betrayal of his body.
He fought the memories back, refusing to sully his time with the man he loved. He would deal with the memories later, for now Ben deserved his undivided attention—his presence, both physically and mentally, in the here and now.
The past would be faced.
Later.
Exhausted in both mind and body, Vance lifted himself up. Ben‟s cum had dried, making their bellies stick together. He shook his head and laughed at the way Ben‟s flaccid penis pulled away from his belly, then flopped back onto his lover‟s hip before settling between his thighs.
“Shower?” Ben suggested, his voice sleepy and his eyes concerned but barely open.
Vance shook his head but rolled off the mattress. “No, but I‟ll get a damp cloth.”
“I‟ll—”
He waved away his offer. “Let me, I have to get rid of the rubber anyway.”
Taking only long enough to strip off and dispose of the condom, Vance dampened a washcloth and wiped himself down. Rinsed rag in hand, he returned to the bed and bathed Ben‟s butt, chest, belly, and cock. Vance tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom as he rolled onto his side and tugged the covers up to their shoulders.
“Sleep,” Vance grunted.
Ben didn‟t argue. He switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
50
Qwillia Rain
Chapter Five
Her slender fingers flexed against his shoulders. The tight grasp and flutter of her intimate muscles milked the length of his cock, drawing out his climax even as he gritted his teeth and fought his body for control. His body didn’t care. It refused to listen to his commands and thrust deeper, setting himself firmly inside her body. His fight to deny orgasm was lost to the pleasure she experienced despite their situation. As he bathed her virgin sheath with his seed, the monster within him smiled, knowing the reaction of her body belonged to him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his lips. The apology he should have spoken echoing in his head in a quiet feminine gasp. “I didn’t… It…” Her confusion was evident in her wide eyes and the shimmer of tears on her cheeks. Shame mingled with delight in her delicate features. The smattering of freckles over her nose and along her cheeks disappeared beneath her heated blush of embarrassment and sexual release.
“I’ll make this right, Aimee,” he promised. Knuckles bruised and swollen, the stroke of his fingers over her tear-streaked cheeks looked obscene in the murky light of the shed. The more he saw of her reactions, the prouder he was. Aimee was handling the situation better than some soldiers he’d trained with and she was barely out of her teens. Despite being raised by missionary parents, she acquitted herself well for a civilian. The click and whir of a camera were ignored as he dipped his head to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I swear. I’ll make this right.”
“Keep your promise.” More tears filled her eyes as she stared up at him. “Tell him.”
Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
51
Laughter and jeers escalated around them as rough hands pulled him away from her.
Angry demands barely registered in Vance’s mind as he fought against the hands holding him, the hands pinioning his arms behind his back as a newcomer yanked Aimee from the dirt floor.
Her hajib dropped to cover the blood and semen that smeared her thighs. His own nudity was ignored as Vance tossed commands at the man dragging Aimee toward the door, the black night visible behind them. His voice a feral growl in the shadowed room, he demanded, “She’s mine.
Bring her back, you son of a bitch!”
The burn of the knife against his throat didn’t stop his struggles. He felt the heat of his own blood spilling from the slice made by the blade, and it only made him more determined to break free. Snapping his head back,
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