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away from the counter and stalked toward him. His green eyes glowed and his own erection tented his sweats. “Tell me no now, Derek,” he stated gruffly. “Because once I get my hands on you, my mouth on you, I won’t stop until I drink you down.”
    Unable to find his tongue, his mouth dry with anticipation, Derek just stared at the man.
    Dillan kicked the door closed, enclosing them in the small room. He hummed softly as he closed the last couple of feet between them. With impressive fluidity, Dillan lowered to his knees at Derek’s feet.
    Holding up his hands, Dillan reached toward him. He paused, his fingers an inch from Derek. “Last chance,” Dillan whispered harshly. “Once I taste you, I won’t let you go so easily.” His green eyes were heavily dilated with his own want. “I will give you so much pleasure, fulfill your desires, you won’t ever want to leave.”
    Swallowing hard at Dillan’s possessive words, Derek finally found his voice. “Wh-What about your guests?”
    “They will wait outside until I invite them in,” Dillan responded confidently. He placed his palms on Derek’s hips, using his thumbs to trace the muscular vee at the base of his abs. Dillan lifted his gaze and met Derek’s eyes. “Tell me you want to be mine.”
    Derek’s heart thudded in his chest. Want unlike anything he’d ever experienced filled him. Something in the man’s sure touch, the strong cut of his jaw, and his steady gaze told Derek that Dillan would fulfill his word.
    “Yes,” he whispered, unable help himself. He wanted what this man offered more than he needed air to breathe. “I want to be yours.”
    “Soon,” Dillan vowed. “You will be.”
    Derek groaned when Dillan opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it over the crown of his cock. The warm, mobile appendage moved across his sensitive flesh, sending tingles down his stalk and through his groin. He moaned as goose bumps spread over his skin.
    Lifting his gaze, Dillan peered at Derek through his lashes. A smile curved his lips around his tongue. Then, he leaned forward and swallowed Derek to the root.
    Derek shouted as Dillan’s mouth encased his throbbing dick in warm, wet, sucking heat. When Dillan drew partway off him, Derek instinctively bucked. He sank his prick back into the man’s pleasure-giving heat.
    Dillan hummed, and Derek moaned upon feeling the older man vibrate his cock. Tightening his grip on Derek’s hips, Dillan’s fingertips dug into his skin. When Dillan slowly drew off Derek’s cock, this time, he held him steady.
    Panting hard, Derek stared down at where his prick stretched Dillan’s mouth. His shaft gleamed with the man’s spit while his head remained lodged in Dillan’s mouth. His lips curving obscenely around just Derek’s flared head, Dillan smiled up at him. Then, he sucked...hard.
    Derek shuddered at the feel of the power behind Dillan’s suckling. He felt as if the man were trying to pull his cum from his balls and his dick was the straw. When Dillan pressed his tongue to the wrinkled flesh beneath his cap.
    Pleasure-pain erupted through his cap, causing Derek to grunt. The base of his spine tingled, sending a zing of pleasure up his spine. Derek reached behind him and grabbed the dryer for want of something to hold onto.
    Dillan released his hips and opened his mouth, allowing Derek’s cock to slip from between his lips. A line of spit stretched from his mouth to the tip of Derek’s cock as it bounced up. When it slapped against his abs, the strand broke.
    Derek found his tongue. “Wh-Why?” He thought his voice sounded whiney, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been so close. Dillan’s mouth felt far better, looked far more amazing, than any woman’s...ever. “Wh-Why’d you stop?”
    “So I could tell you that you’re welcome to touch me,” Dillan told him. He licked his lips and smiled as he reached out and gripped Derek’s wrists. “Now that I’ve tortured you a little, I think