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resting on his belt buckle, and he stroked the hand revolver buckle
    made of burnished metal. “I had no idea you had it in you.”
    “What?” Trevor tore his shirt off, threw it on the ground. Drake’s eyes flared with interest, his gaze
    roaming over him and Trevor stood taller.
    Damn it, he was proud of his body. He worked like a son of a bitch to keep in shape.
    And yet Scarlett hadn’t seemed to appreciate it. She hadn’t appreciated him. Hell, he hadn’t even
    kissed her. Yet here he was kissing Drake, his hands all over him, his cock just as hard as it had been for
    Scarlett.
    Fucking confusing. Don’t overthink it.
    He couldn’t help but overthink it.
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    “I want you to suck my cock,” Trevor growled, suddenly pissed at himself. Pissed that he could easily
    put the encounter with Scarlett aside and enjoy this with Drake. What the fuck kind of man was he? He’d
    heard the saying time and again but certainly never thought it applied to him. He’d found it amusing, it
    made him laugh every time he heard it when used for someone else, but now the term rang true in his ears.
    Man whore.
    He was a total fucking man whore who seduced whoever he could get his hands on.
    “With pleasure.” Drake shucked his jeans and underwear in one pull and got down on his knees in
    front of Trevor. Reaching for him, Drake stroked the front of his jeans, making Trevor’s cock jump in
    reaction.
    One simple touch and his balls tightened. A couple of sucks from what would surely be Drake’s
    expert mouth and he’d probably shoot off like a geyser. It wouldn’t take much. He was already on the edge,
    angry and so damn hard he could drive metal spikes into cement with his dick.
    Sure fingers undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his jeans, tugged the zipper down. Drake pushed
    Trevor’s jeans off, his hands smoothing over his ass once before catching on the waistband of his boxers
    and sliding them down as well. His jeans and boxers stopped about mid-thigh and his cock sprang free,
    bobbing in front of Drake’s pursed lips.
    “Hmm, you’re big.” Drake leaned close to Trevor’s dick and licked his lips.
    “Suck it,” Trevor commanded, not in the mood for teasing and bullshit.
    He wanted his cock in Drake’s mouth. He wanted to fuck his mouth and get off. Then he wanted to
    fuck Drake’s ass and get off again.
    “Only if you promise to suck mine too.” Drake glanced up at him, his piercing, pale green gaze
    seeming to see right through him. “This isn’t all about you, you know.”
    Trevor closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. Yet again, he was called out for being a selfish
    bastard. Eyes snapping open at the first touch of Drake’s tongue on the head of his cock, he stared down at
    Drake whose gaze hadn’t left his. “I know. You’re right. You’ll get yours, I promise.”
    “Good.” He licked again, his tongue circling the flared head, tracing the slit, gathering the pearly precome that formed there. Trevor groaned, the sight so erotic, Drake’s long, pink tongue searching him
    carefully, thoroughly. “You taste good.”
    And Drake licked good, too. Trevor’s body went tense, his muscles tight as Drake dragged his tongue
    down the length of his cock, mapping the veins, tickling just beneath the flared head. His fingers slid
    around the base, making Trevor jerk in his grip, and Drake smiled.
    “I’m slowing you down. You were too pissed off.”
    Drake was right. He was still a little pissed, but it was fading. Fading with the attention of Drake’s
    tongue and the subtle glide of his hand. He held a firm grip on his cock, firmer than any woman had ever
    touched him, and Trevor sighed in pleasure.
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    Being with men was such a different experience. Not better, just different. Women were more
    delicate. They didn’t know how to handle a man the way he wanted to be handled. Other men understood.
    They were rougher, they