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“
So?” Landon shook his
head. “You’d have begged for it if I’d wanted you to.”

That had Mitchell narrowing his gaze. “Just
because a man comes on to me doesn’t mean I can’t resist him.”

It was Landon’s turn to laugh, but this time
in disbelief. “Oh c’mon, dude. Chicks can’t resist me. Gay guys
probably dream about me just as much.”

“
Do you actually hear
yourself?” Mitchell asked, propping one hand on his hip. “Gay guys
don’t pant over everyone with a dick. Just like you don’t try to
bang anyone with a vagina.” Of course, Landon wasn’t just any
regular guy. He was hot. Mitchell knew that. Problem was, so did
Landon. Mitchell held no illusions that what happened last night
would lead to something more. Landon was still a breeder. He’d just
chock their episode up as a college experiment, but that didn’t
mean Mitchell couldn’t knock him off his ego trip first.
Unfortunately, fighting with a half-naked, sexy-as-sin man had his
dick throbbing. If he hadn’t already been fighting his sexual
needs, he’d think he was getting off on the argument.

“
Hey, I’m not talking about
every guy. I’m talking about me.” He reached down and rubbed his
straining cock through his underwear, and Mitchell’s mouth watered
at the sight. “I know what I’m working with.”

“
So do I,” Mitchell said,
eyebrow raised. “But you don’t see me trying to prove a point.
Hell, I know you’re fucking hot, man.”

“
So you admit you couldn’t
resist me.” There was that cocky grin again. Why did that look set
Mitchell off? Why was Landon talking about this shit? And why in
God’s name was Mitchell’s cock hard as stone?

“
Landon,” he ground out. “I
never said I
wanted
to resist you. I was trying to for
your
benefit.”

There was that damn smirk
again!
Fuck it
.

“
You know what, man? It’s
not me who has to resist.” Mitchell stalked over to him and poked
him in his hard, still wet chest. “If it came down to it, you’d be
the one resisting
me
. Not the other way around. You think some skinny skank knows
how to suck cock? Dude, I’d blow your fucking mind. I’d have you so
hard and begging, you wouldn’t care I didn’t have tits or a pussy
for you to sink into. I could work you up so hard, so fast, it’d be
all you could do to shove my face into a pillow and fuck my tight
ass before you came all over yourself with just the thought of
ramming into me.”

The air sawed out of Mitchell’s lungs, and
he wasn’t the only one searching for air. Sweat beaded on his
forehead, his finger still poking into Landon’s chest. His hot,
slick chest. Mitchell started to move his finger away, but as it
slipped, it traveled down Landon’s abdomen instead of off his body.
The man tightened, but said nothing as Mitchell stared into his
eyes.

“
Would you stop me now?” he
breathed, the lone finger still trekking down its path. When it
grazed Landon’s erection through the cotton, Landon winced, but his
hips jerked toward him.

Mitchell knew this was madness. This
wouldn’t fix what had happened. It’d only make matters worse, but
this time, he didn’t want to stop, to find reason. Nor did he want
Landon’s brain to forge through the haze of lust Mitchell could
clearly see in his eyes. Without thinking anymore, he grabbed
Landon’s underwear and shoved them down as he dropped to his
knees.

“
Shit,” Landon hissed. “I’m
not fucking gay.”

“
Then you won’t freak out
and question your sexuality later,” Mitchell said, gazing up at him
as he took Landon’s cock into his hand.

Now
this
was his fantasy.

Mitchell didn’t give him a chance to
respond. He took that leaking cock into his mouth and moaned. God,
he loved the taste of a hard man. Mitchell didn’t get out much, but
that didn’t change the fact he loved sucking dick. If he had to do
this to prove a point to the cocky son of a bitch, he’d take one
for the team.

And love every second of it.

“
Holy fucking shit!” Landon
barked and grabbed Mitchell’s head as he swallowed him. “Oh my god,
oh my god, oh my god,” he chanted, already trying to thrust into
Mitchell’s mouth, take control of the action.

No way in hell was Mitchell going to allow
that. He let go of the pulsing cock, grabbed both hands latched
onto his head and yanked them away…all while never stopping the
sucking power of his mouth. He pushed Landon and followed him onto
the bed behind them as Landon landed on his back. Mitchell did let
him ease out of his mouth, but only because he wanted to go lower.
He wrapped his hand around the slippery cock and pumped as he
tongued Landon’s balls.

“
Feels better than jacking
off alone in the shower, doesn’t it?” he asked against the lightly
furred flesh.

“
Oh god,” Landon grunted as
Mitchell nipped at him and worked his way back to the head of his
cock. He didn’t expect a coherent answer. Not now. He ignored his
own furiously hard dick and sucked Landon’s back into his
mouth.

Mitchell had every intention of torturing
this man, of teasing him until he whimpered and begged, but it’d
been too damn long since he’d had a hard cock in his mouth. He’d
wanted to do this last night, and in one crazy twist, he’d been
given another opportunity, one that wasn’t clouded in alcohol…a
chance he also knew would never be available again with this guy.
He didn’t prolong it. His own raging hard-on was screaming for
attention, so the sooner he swallowed Landon’s essence, the faster
he could make a mad dash to the bathroom and take care of his own
needs. One hand massaged Landon’s balls while the other worked in
tandem with his mouth over Landon’s cock. He twisted, he moaned, he
sucked the life out the hot jock on the bed below him.

Landon groaned. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come so
fucking hard.” He grabbed Mitchell’s head again. This time he let
Landon hold him down while he fucked Mitchell’s mouth.

And still Mitchell worked him, sucked him,
jerked him off, rubbed his taint, wanting desperately to go even
lower to the puckered prize below, but knowing better of it.

Mitchell dry humped the bed between Landon’s
legs as the other man’s grunts became too intoxicating for him to
stay still. “Oh god, that mouth. I can feel your stubble.
It’s…it’s…I’m gonna be so pissed at you. Fuck! Suck it harder.”

Mitchell would’ve chuckled if he hadn’t been
so turned on. But he gave the guy what he wanted. He tightened his
grip and his lips and even grazed the head with his teeth.

Landon shouted as his cock grew instantly
harder and twitched. Mitchell took him all the way into his mouth
and swallowed. Landon tried to pull him away, but his hips lifted,
his body confused and on the brink of exploding. Mitchell shoved
his hands up and grabbed Landon’s upper arms to hold him still
while he sucked then swallowed again.

The roar that came out of Landon’s mouth was
deafening, but Mitchell didn’t care. He was too busy lapping up
Landon’s cum as it shot out of him and down Mitchell’s throat. He
didn’t stop drinking from him until he’d wrung every last drop from
Landon and the man’s hips finally slumped back to the bed.

Mitchell lifted up and wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand as he stared down at him, waiting for the man
to stay something. Under normal circumstances one would bask in the
afterglow.

This wasn’t one of those situations.

“
Damn,” Landon finally
breathed. “Can you teach Alex how to do that?”

Mitchell chuckled. At least he wasn’t as
pissed as he’d swore he was going to be. “Thought you two broke
up.”

A dark shadow flashed across Landon’s eyes
again at the mention of her. “Yeah. Right.” He shrugged as he stood
up and made his way to the bathroom, and then it finally clicked
into place. For all of Landon’s macho attitude toward women, it was
mostly talk. Mitchell knew that, really. But out of all the girls
Landon had talked trash about, Alex had been the one he’d said the
least negative stuff about…which hadn’t been until after they broke
up.

And Landon had seen her at the party last
night with another man.

He’d gotten drunk because he’d been faced
with the fact that the one girl who might’ve actually captured his
heart had just pounced on it and moved on. It made sense now why
he’d come home last night in the manner he had. Drunk.

Heartbroken.

He’d tried apologizing for what had happened
by hiding behind his own cockiness. That was the kind of man Landon
was. He wasn’t one to express his true feelings, and when
threatened, he hid behind his arrogance.

And what did Mitchell do? Called him out on
it by going down on him. Now he felt like a bastard all over again.
He should’ve let Landon stay shielded behind his arrogance and left
it alone.

When Landon walked back out, dressed,
rubbing a towel on his head, Mitchell opened his mouth to
apologize, but he immediately closed it. They’d been friends for
years. Now wasn’t the time to pour salt all over his wound. He took
a deep breath and smiled at Landon. “So Lizzie, huh?”

Landon flashed a smile. “A beautiful
distraction.”

“
You gonna ask her
out?”

“
Hell, yeah. She’s got tits
that’d even turn you straight.” He lightly punched Mitchell’s arm
as he passed him to grab his shoes. Landon slipped into them and
laced up.

“
I’ve got world lit with
her BFF. I could get the scoop if you want.”

Landon turned around, the smile not quite
reaching his eyes. “Dude. That’d be awesome.” Oh yeah, he was
definitely hurting over one Alexis Newcomer. Why hadn’t Mitchell
seen this over the last several weeks? Because he’d been so wrapped
up in his lubrication tests. He glanced at another tube of it
sitting on his desk.

“
What are friends for?”
Mitchell shrugged, looking back at him. He made a mental note to
pay more attention to his friend.

Landon glanced at Mitchell’s desk and walked
over. Mitchell stiffened when he picked up the other tube of lube.
“You should market this stuff. You could make a killing.” He
winked.

Mitchell nervously chuckled. That was
probably the most they’d ever speak about the events that had
transpired over the last twelve hours. “Naw, nobody wants my stuff.
There’s too much out there already.”

“
You’d be surprised just
what people want, and what they’d do to get it,” Landon murmured as
he glanced at the door and looked back at Mitchell. He had a
feeling Landon wasn’t talking about the lube anymore. Then he
flashed that gorgeous smile of his and said, “Don’t be afraid to
take it.” He tossed the lube to him and opened the door. He looked
over his shoulder. “You only live once, Mitchell. Do it
right.”

Then he was gone.

Mitchell looked at the lube
in his hand and shook his head.
What a
wild night
. He smirked as he walked back to
his computer. Now that it was quiet again, he could actually
concentrate. Thank god he didn’t have his own relationship drama to
deal with. He didn’t have time for a man right now. Maybe one day
he’d find someone who would get him all twisted up like Alex had
Landon.

Right now Mitchell had oil viscosity
analysis calling his name.

The End

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An Excerpt From: SLICK
COMPETITION

Copyright © MANDY HARBIN,
2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
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It smelled like sex.

Sure, there was an
overpowering aroma of alcohol—Mitchell
was
in the hottest gay bar in the
French Quarter—but the scent of clean sweat mixed with cologne also
held a hint of people getting busy. Definite sex smell. And that
was the most erotic combination Mitchell Hill had ever brought into
his senses. If he were on a different mission, he’d throw caution
to the wind, grind his way out onto the dance floor and find
himself a hot little ass for the night, putting the special lube in
his pocket to work on something other than jacking off.

But that wasn’t why he was at Beau’s
Backdoor scoping out the place, regardless of what he told himself
when he grabbed his special slick. His twitching dick needed to
stay down because starting tomorrow morning Mitchell would be one
of Beau Broussard’s new product development specialists. He came
here tonight to find out what he could about the only business his
new boss owned that was actually open to the public. Not to get
laid.

One thing was for sure—the nightclub
owner definitely knew how to diversify his assets. He had a few
different businesses all under the umbrella of his name and every
one of them centered on the gay lifestyle. Mitchell was
apprehensive about working for this man. Not because his niche was
focused on gay sex, but because he’d come across as a cold-hearted
ass on the phone. Mitchell was a planner though and moving here was
the best course to take to set his financial plan into motion. He
had some serious student loan debt to resolve. His new boss might
be elusive, never allowing public interviews, but his name was
legendary and he paid his employees well.