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He had no intention of depriving either of them of that pleasure, and lowered his mouth to slide over the head. Nothing in the world was as delicious as another man’s red, shiny cockhead, glistening wet with spit and pre-cum. He licked it like an ice-cream cone, sticking to the tip, tonguing and nipping the slit the same as Woody had done to him. Mack needed the rough handling of his dick. He’d find out if Woody did, too.

With a shout, Woody jerked his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock full into Mack’s mouth.

His nose nestled in Woody’s pubic hair.
Oh, yeah!
Man scent made him hungry for more. Mack put all his expertise into sucking Woody off. He traced the sensitive vein up the underside, first with his thumb, then felt Woody’s throbbing pulse beat on his tongue. His fingers caressed soft, hairy balls, cupped each in turn and squeezed gently, then held both in one hand, strumming and flexing, wringing out a loud groan.

Mack pulled his mouth off. “D’ya like this?” He brushed his thumb over the slippery tip, enjoying the velvety texture of hot skin.

“God, yeah. More.” Woody’s voice was barely above a whisper.

His thumb kneading where his mouth had been, Mack dipped his head and wrapped his lips around Woody’s balls, slithering his tongue over and between them. He slid the forefinger of his other hand along
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the sensitive area between balls and anus, massaging in pressing circles.

Woody’s hips squirmed and thrust, his moans loud, his fingers clutching Mack’s hair, yanking the strands.

Mack closed his eyes, reveling in the exquisite pain.

Keep focused.
He had Woody close and wanted him to come soon.

His own cock, thick and throbbing, needed to be inside the tight ass.

Excited by Woody’s responsiveness, Mack pressed his anal pucker, his fingers surging rhythmically against the tight ring.

It’s not going to be tight much longer.
“I need lube now, buddy.” Mack pulled up and braced himself on hands and knees above Woody. “Where?” he demanded.

Woody whimpered, gripping his cock, and pointed again to the bedside table. “Jesus, hurry. You’re killing me.” Mack shuffled over on his knees and opened the drawer.
Lube,
condoms, and what’s this?
He pulled out the glass butt plug and turned to Woody with raised eyebrows. “Classy, man. This might be useful.” His gut clenched at the needy, frenzied look in Woody’s eyes and the agonized, low moan. God, yeah, toys and pain.

Grabbing the supplies he needed, he opened the lube container and slathered his fingers with the gel. Widening Woody’s thighs so he could watch, he again circled the tight ring, massaging and pushing his middle, thickest finger inside, slowly and determinedly. He glanced at Woody’s face, to the screwed shut eyes, to the upper teeth biting viciously into the lower lip.

Woody’s eyes opened slowly, and he gave Mack a look of such heat, he felt his own cock surge and leak.

“Yes, fuck me,” Woody growled.

Yeah, he wanted it. Mack’s blood-engorged cock ached, felt as hard as granite. He wanted to come so badly, but he needed Woody to come first, needed Woody’s hole to open up a little more. A lot more, since his penis was not small by any means. Gritting his teeth, he pulsed and played with Woody, shoving in more and more of the
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lube, until he got his finger in to the hilt. Damn, the kid was hot and tight inside, his moans and squirming hips proving he was aroused.

He brushed Woody’s hand away from his cock and slid his mouth down, suckling hard, and at the same time crooked his finger to press the prostate.

Woody panted, his hips lurching off the bed, pulling Mack’s finger in more deeply, and came instantly, hot, thick jets erupting down Mack’s throat. He swallowed it all, hanging on until Woody was limp-limbed and sprawled on the bed, his arm thrown over his eyes, chin lifted, the muscles in his neck straining in the last throes of his orgasm.

Mack rolled a drained Woody onto his belly. He hissed in a breath at the sight of his muscular back tapering to a narrow waist and hips.

Mack slid his lips down its smooth, taut length to the firm, round globes of one of the most beautiful asses he’d ever seen. The lovely, perfect cheeks. His fascinated gaze followed the dark, deep crevice between them while he rolled a condom on, slathering both his cock and fingers liberally with the lube.

He leaned over, putting his mouth at Woody’s ear, nipping at his lobe, “I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve been wanting.” He’d almost said

“sweetheart.” It had been that close.

Woody squirmed, groaned, and jerked his hips up. “Damn it, then do it.”

“I don’t know if your asshole is completely ready for my cock.” Mack’s voice, going deep with urgency, combined teasing and promise. He spread Woody’s cheeks and grunted to see the little pucker now softened by his fingers. “I’d love to play with your glass toy.”

Woody gave an answering moan.

“But my cock wants in first.”

“Are you going to tease me forever?” Woody looked over his shoulder, his dark hair flopping over dazed eyes.

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“I can’t hold out
that
long,” Mack muttered, circling Woody’s anus with impatient fingers, as if pressing smooth the elastic ridge.

“Relax some more, baby. Open up for me,” he pleaded in a soft whimper. The middle finger pushed lube inside. Then his forefinger joined in and slid smoothly just inside the tight ring, softening him up even more.

Woody squirmed, shoving back hard, sobbing crazed pleas.

Mack braced him still with a hand in the small of his back. He gritted his teeth to maintain his control. Just watching his fingers disappear into Woody’s ass was almost enough to set him off. He swatted his ass cheek—hard—once, twice.

“Yes! Harder. Deeper. Son of a bitch, fuck me already,” Woody pleaded.

“You want deep. I’ll give you fucking deep.” Mack pulled his fingers out and spread Woody’s cheeks apart. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” His thumbs massaged each side of the mysterious, dark, glistening home for his cock.

“Mack!”

Groaning, he angled the head of his cock at the hole, pushing excruciatingly slowly, pushing with determined pressure. It felt like his head would explode before this was over. Watching his cock disappear—sliding inside—Woody’s welcoming ass was almost more than he could bear. It was more pleasure than he’d ever had or imagined having with another man.

Woody shifted and squirmed. “Please, please.” Mack gave up trying to enter slowly. He couldn’t prolong it any longer. With every ounce of strength in him, he thrust in hard, his belly slapping Woody’s backside, his cock swallowed completely within the hot, tight sheath. “Yes.” He uttered a raw growl.

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With the first slather of cool lube in his asshole, Woody couldn’t keep still. Being on his belly, his ass on display, all of him at Mack’s mercy was fantastically erotic. He wanted Mack to take him hard and deep. Especially hard. The fingers toying with him, testing him, taunting him drove him nuts. His hips undulated into the bed. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t keep still. He tried to hold onto the memory of everything Mack was doing to him. Didn’t want to forget the sensations, but wanted him to go faster, harder, wanted to feel that amazing cock inside him, stretching him to his body’s limits.

It was the ultimate pleasure. He’d finally gotten Mack in his bed where he couldn’t hide his sexuality, at least not within the confines of this room.

When Mack blanketed him, when his slippery prick slid along his crack, he felt its delicious, heavy heat against his skin. Woody moaned in agreement when Mack bit his earlobe. His hole flowered open a little more with that sharp nip. “Damn it, then do it,” Woody heard himself beg. It sounded more like a demand. “Are you going to tease me forever?” When Mack threatened? promised? to use the glass dildo, he wanted that with every fiber of his being. “Yes!

Harder. Deeper. Son of a bitch, fuck me already.” Mack knew exactly how to torment a man’s back hole with thick, aggressive fingers. But fingers in his ass weren’t enough. He desperately needed the swollen length of his cock. Wanted it. Begged for it.

Then the head of Mack’s penis caressed the ring of his anus. That first touch, the heat, even through the condom, sent his senses flying.

He wanted to fly with them, but he needed to savor this impalement
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over rich nerve endings of this exquisitely raw taking. Woody heard groaning. Was it his? Mack’s? He wanted to believe the other man was just as crazed as he was.

Woody wrenched his focus back to the here and now, to the stretching, the loosening of the ring, the entrance to his body. He ground his forehead into the pillow, pushed his ass up, actively swallowing Mack’s cock into his rectum. Then he was full of man.

Full of a big man. The massive penis he’d sucked and licked, the one he’d wanted since the day he’d met Mack, was inside him. His pleading had done it. Now he couldn’t push back. Mack’s weight full-out had him pinned to the bed. It felt so right. So good.

Mack moved. Boy, did he ever. Not slowly, not delicately, he pulled out, that having its own fierce potency. Then, in one powerful thrust, he rammed his cock back in, his belly smacking up against Woody’s ass.

His anus surrendered, his rectum clenching with every impalement, with Mack’s every grunt. Increasing the friction, he squeezed his muscles to keep the wide, burning dick inside. The sounds coming from Mack’s throat were more of an aphrodisiac than any sensation-laden lube ever could be.

Woody gave up the idea of moving. He let himself absorb the intensely aggressive cock driving, wallowed in being taken by the powerful man. He almost lost his mind with the pistoning in, the pulling out, until finally Mack gave a huge groan. Woody felt his channel pulse uncontrollably as Mack’s penis convulsed and throbbed his release. He longed for skin-to-skin contact, longed to feel Mack’s shaft, his searing, thick essence flooding inside his rectum with no need for a condom. Being fucked with the sensuous aggression of a Mack Penchant could be addicting.

Woody felt the tickle of a hairy chest on his back, Mack’s long hair brushing his cheek, his heavy breathing pushing him into the bed.

They were still connected in the most erotic way possible. He could barely breathe but had no intention of urging disengagement. The
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feeling of belonging, of security in the arms of another man was too valuable to end. Mack’s lips, warm and soft, luxuriously loving, brushed over his shoulder and neck. The world could stop revolving right now. All was perfection.

But it had to end, didn’t it? They had to separate.
Damn it.
Mack pushed up. Woody’s groan signaled the beginning of a new arousal at the slow withdrawal from his ass. Then he was gone, his heat and weight disappeared. Mack had just gone into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. He’d turn over and wait for him to come back to bed.

It would just take a minute.

Rustling sounds woke him, and he sleepily turned his head to see Mack putting his jeans and shirt on, then his shoes. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Mack muttered.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah.”

Panic setting in, Woody rolled over and gingerly sat up on the edge of the bed, his asshole smarting. What the hell was happening?

“You’re fucking and running?” He tried not to sound completely pathetic, like some pickup at a bar.

This was Mack. They were on the same team, saw each other almost every day. Leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, he slid shaky fingers through his hair. His heart beat erratically. Naked, he felt vulnerable to Mack’s clothed state. He felt used, fucked, and abandoned. This was unbelievable.

“I think it’s best.”

He glanced up at Mack’s impassive face. How could the man show no emotion after what just happened between them? “You think? Why?” he asked, knowing it was probably the most stupid question ever asked in the world.

“It was just sex, kid.”

Woody leaped to his feet. At least Mack wouldn’t be towering over him. “Oh, so we’re back to calling me ‘kid,’” Woody snarled
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furiously, even as his mind whirled with pain and confusion. “So this all”—he gestured to the bed—”meant nothing more than sex to you?”

“Don’t expect anything from me. I don’t stick around. I’ve never wanted to. And I don’t,” Mack finished emphatically.

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Mack turned his back on Woody. What the hell had he just done?

Well, he knew he’d just fucked a fellow cop. He never, ever, did that.

He didn’t want to know about the lives of his sex partners, not even their names most of the time. Now he’d
fucked
Woody, someone he could have liked. Did like, damn it. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn’t undo it, but he could end it as soon as possible.

The minute he’d felt the kid’s lips, felt his fingers yank his hair, he’d been done in, easy bastard that he was. Now he had to get out of here. “This was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” Sneaking a look at him, the expression on the kid’s stunned face was like a stab to the heart. “If you’re smart, you’ll forget about it.” With that, he turned on his heel, grabbed his jacket, and slammed the front door shut. From the outside. It had always been a fucking cold existence on the outside. Right where he belonged.

He jammed his car key into the ignition and drove a couple blocks before he had to pull over. Pounding the steering wheel with pent-up anger, he raged, calling himself every name in the book. He was always more careful than that. Why had he failed this time?

He’d met Woody. That was why. Then he’d sealed his doom tonight in that house, in that bed. In that ass. He shuddered and felt too close to weeping for comfort. This was just lust, pure and simple.

Lust for that man’s beautiful, muscular body, gorgeous round ass cheeks. His sweet, soft lips. He wished they’d kissed longer.