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Shane knew he needed to cool down and fast. He also knew if he’d stayed inside the club one more second, watching Chris’ body move so sensuously and suggestively, he would cream his pants. His cock ached real bad, his lips tingled with desire to move against Chris’, and his fingers itched to touch Chris. They’d parked on the side of the building that housed the club and there was no one around to wonder why the hot gorgeous man was pacing beside his car instead of dancing inside the club. Shane took deep breaths, trying to calm down but it wasn’t even working.
“Shane?” Chris called as he jogged towards Shane whilst shrugging into his jacket, questions in his eyes. “You oka…?”
But his words were cut off as Shane grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and slammed him into the side of the car. “No, I’m not fucking okay,” Shane growled just before he slammed his mouth on Chris’ in a hard, fierce, and violent kiss.
Chris couldn’t have torn his mouth away from Shane’s even if he’d wanted to. Shane devoured his mouth, pouring out all his pent-up hunger and frustrations into the kiss. There was nothing as delicious as Chris’ mouth, Shane couldn’t help but think as his senses reeled. He tasted blood but he didn’t know whether it was his or Chris’ and he sure as fuck didn’t care. It felt like both men wanted to crawl into each other’s skin. Chris turned them around and slammed Shane against the door and attacked his neck.
“Oh fuck.” Shane moaned as he threw his head back, giving Chris better access. “Is this what you wanted from John?” He gasped but knew even before the words left his mouth that they were the wrong thing to say.
Chris’ head snapped up to stare at Shane, his eyes blazing with lust and anger. “Fuck you, Shane. I should rather be asking you whether this,” Chris gripped Shane’s erection through his jeans, “is for me or Mario.”
“What?” Shane gasped as fury flashed within his eyes.
“You heard me, Shane,” Chris growled. “You think I don’t see how you two look at each other? You wanna fuck each other so bad it’s palpable.” Chris’ eyes blazed with anger. “What was the plan? To hire him so you can fuck him whilst giving me the silent treatment?”
“Are you for…” But Chris cut Shane off by slamming his mouth on his.
The kiss Chris gave Shane was punishing…there was nothing sensual about it. It was filled with pure lust and anger. Shane wanted to but couldn’t tear his mouth away from Chris’. His pleasure-saturated brain just wouldn’t allow it. Not when Chris was grinding so mindlessly into him, rubbing their erections together so pleasurably. Shane moaned into the kiss as he felt more precum dripping from his cock. He heard distantly as the remote on the car clicked, and opened his lust-filled eyes when he heard the back door of their ride open. Then Chris was pushing Shane into the backseat, on his knee, facing away from him. Chris followed Shane in and closed the door behind them.
“Gonna fuck you, Shane.” Chris sounded raspy, hoarse and so fucking sexy, Shane moaned.
Then Chris reached around Shane and started unbuckling his belt, latching onto Shane’s neck at the same time to suck so hard both men knew he was going to leave a mark.
“Oh fuck, Chris.” Shane breathed, trembling with want. He’d never needed Chris so badly. Never wanted him deep inside him so desperately. He felt too damn empty. It had been far too long.
Chris pushed Shane’s jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, and then he dropped to his knees on the floorboard behind Shane. Chris stared lustfully at the exposed sexy arse before him as his hands went to his waistband, opening his fly and releasing his heavy, throbbing leaking cock. Then he reached up and pushed Shane forward till his cheek touched the seat, his hole deliciously exposed. Then Chris dove in, getting Shane wet, and opened up. He didn’t have lube on him so Chris gave that twitching rosette a good tongue bath.
“Oh just like that.” Shane chanted, pushing back against that wicked tongue. And when he felt Chris penetrate him with two think fingers, Shane almost shot his load there and then. “Not gonna last, Chris.” Shane almost sobbed. “Give me that cock. Please.”
Chris didn’t make him ask twice. He pulled Shane’s knees off the seat and onto the floor of the spacious car so that Shane was bent over the edge of the seat…in front of Chris, with his hungry hole directly in line with Chris’ pulsing cock.
“Brace yourself,” Chris growled. He was all business.
Then with a foot and a knee firmly planted on the floorboard behind Shane, Chris slammed in…one hard stroke that shoved him deep…diving in to the hilt. Shane cried out in part pain, part pleasure, and part satisfaction as he felt the burn of stretching inner muscles. He couldn’t open wider because of the jeans around his knee so it was a really tight fit. The stretching was intense…. Damn good too. Chris’ hips pulled back and Shane felt every inch of the withdrawal through the nerve-rich tissue. Fuck! He squeezed down, trying to keep Chris inside him, contracting his muscles around the turgid flesh of Chris’ steely cock.
“Oh fuck!” Chris gasped in pleasure behind Shane as he momentarily lost every strength in his body and folded himself over Shane’s back. “Stop squeezing me goddamnit! Otherwise, this will be over before it even starts.” He growled, lightly biting Shane on the neck, before moving back into an upright position.