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“What’s that?” I swallow hard, almost dreading his answer.

“You’re the great Griff Broderick, always surrounded by beautiful women. I didn’t expect you to be interested in me.”

“Neither did I, fuck! You’re making me think and want things I’ve never even considered before.” I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks and I duck my eyes down, away from him. Why the hell am I am saying these things? “Shit, I can’t believe I’ve just said that to you.”

“And what’s that? What do I make you want?” Corrie’s husky voice hits me and my dick shoots to attention.

“Jeez, this is gonna sound crazy but, I want you.” I stutter the words, not believing I’m saying them out loud.

“Let’s go then.” Corrie stands up, still holding my hand. Getting to my feet, I lead him out but, instead of taking him back through the club, I head to the exit at the rear of the building; I’ve escaped through here plenty of times before.

“We can go to my place, it’s not far.” I talk quickly and head for my car.

“A Shelby Mustang, sweet.” Corrie lets out a low whistle as he runs his hand over the hood.

“You getting in?” I’ve opened my door and wait to see if he’s backing out.

“Yeah, sure.”

The drive back to my place takes minutes and I pull up to the gates. Waiting for them to automatically open, I speed through and park under the covered bay.

“This way.” I grab his hand and walk him through the side door. As soon as we are indoors, I kick the door shut and push Corrie up against it.

Then it hits me, I’m about to kiss a man. The shock registers in my face and Corrie deflates, resting his head back against the door.

“Yeah, I thought so, too. You’re not gay, Griff.” Corrie squeezes his eyes shut.

I look over his body and, hell, he’s fit; the tight, black T-shirt clings over well-defined muscles. My eyes travel lower and, seeing the bulge in his black jeans, my mouth floods with saliva and my dick swells. Another jolt hits me when I get the urge to taste him. I want another man’s dick in my mouth. Really? What the fuck?

My hand shakes as I reach out and let the tips of my fingers trail down his chest, tracing the taut muscles and feeling them ripple as I skim over them. I hear Corrie’s quiet moan and, hell, my dick gets harder. Reaching his waistband, I start to work on his black leather belt but his hand stops me.

“Don’t play with me, Broderick. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His blue eyes are virtually black with desire and need.

“I’m not. I don’t know why, but this seems very fucking real to me.” I whisper and let my hands undo the metal clasp in his belt. Popping the button, I drag down his zipper. Opening his fly, I see the outline of a damn impressive dick, a small damp patch appearing at the tip, darkening the fabric, as I gaze. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

Corrie pushes his jeans off his hips but doesn’t thrust them down his legs. When I move, he stops me. “No, not yet. Are you sure? I mean, really sure? You don’t seem drunk or on anything, so make sure you know what you really want, what you look like you wanna do.”

I nod. I don’t care, all I want to do is get my mouth around his dick. I pull down the waistband of his CK briefs to his thighs, exposing at least eight inches of uncut cock. I groan loudly, a shock running through me as I hear Corrie chuckle.

“Something there you like?” He teases, but when I look up his smile falters, “Fuck, you look good there.”

As I reach to touch him, my hand trembles, “I’ve never done this before, tell me what you like.” I stroke his iron-hard cock, the soft skin surrounding the thick muscle gliding smoothly. Why isn’t this freaking me out?

“I’m damn sure anything you do is going to feel fucking perfect.” Corrie groans as I run my thumb over the slit, spreading a bead of pre-cum over the crown.

The smell of pure man makes me lightheaded as I lean in and flick my tongue over the head. Christ, that tastes amazing—sweet yet manly. My lips slip over the head as I take his dick in my mouth. My hand drifts down and cups his sac; I love having my balls played with so I tug and caress his, moaning around the head as I take the full flavor of him in my mouth. Moving my head up and down, coating his shaft with the saliva filling my mouth, I grab the base with my free hand and pump up to meet my mouth as I suck him deep. Jesus! I’ve got another man’s dick in my mouth and it feels so good. Why the hell haven’t I done this before? Is this what’s been missing from my life?

Then Corrie’s hands thread through my long, messy hair and tug. Not hard, but enough to make me moan again. Damn, this feels good. This feels right. Then, with a nudge from Corrie, his dick hits the back of my throat and I gag. Shit. I love it when girls gag as I push further into their mouths, so I relax my jaw and let him push a bit further. Gagging again, I draw back and suck hard up his dick. When I reach his head, I pull his foreskin up and swirl my tongue under the soft, loose skin, pulling it gently between my teeth.

“FUCK!” Corrie barks out, “Shit, do that again.”

I repeat it, then take him further down my throat and, even though I splutter, I carry on. My eyes water but I have never felt as good as this. My hand leaves his sac and travels toward his ass, I’m not sure I’m ready for that but my finger flutters over his hole.

“Give me your finger.” Corrie growls and grabs my wrist. He sucks two fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over, around and in between them, soaking them.

When he pulls them back out of his mouth, he pushes me back to his ass. This time, with wet digits, I slick over his hole and press inside him. In only to the first knuckle, the ring of muscle grips me tight.

“More, add another.” Corrie moans as I drag my finger out then push two inside. I go further this time. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I feel him pull back, but no fucking way am I going this far and not get a taste of him; I grab his ass and plunge my fingers deeper as I suck hard. His head slams against the door as Corrie thrusts his hips forward, going deep in my throat, then the heat of his release floods me. I pull back to capture him on my tongue.

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