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but clearly Nash liked doggie style better.
    The bouncer worked a little more lube up Peter’s ass, and he arched his back. “Don’t tease me, fuck me.”
    “I will.” Nash’s tongue slithered up Peter’s spine.
    Moaning, he wanted to hear Nash come hard. For now, he’d play it the bouncer’s way, but Peter would eventually break Nash of that quiet sex and drive him to moan, groan, and scream Peter’s name.
    Nash pressed his cock to Peter’s ass, and that thick head worked inside. Breathing deeply, Peter took it and relished the stretching sensation. All of his muscles got the proper workout, but this wasn’t the same without the right partner. Shoving a dildo up his ass, no matter how thick, never got Peter off the same way.
    He backed up slowly to show Nash he could take it all.
    “Damn,” Nash said.
    “Being limber has its benefits. This is heaven.” Peter gave Nash’s cock a little squeeze and wiggled his ass down for more.
    Nash kissed the back of Peter’s neck and thrust all the way in. Hot balls pressed to his body were just what Peter needed. He went face down in the pillows and pushed his ass up higher to get more.
    As Nash rocked in and out of Peter’s ass, he gasped and started to moan. Nash drove Peter crazy every time he fell silent again.
    “No one will hear. Groan, scream, talk dirty,” Peter demanded.
    Nash pressed his lips to Peter’s ear. “You like it? Getting a military man up your ass? Showing off your body to everyone and seducing me?”
    Peter tried to sort out the words, but his brain was in a sexual fog while Nash pounded his ass expertly. In his years of chasing the big burly men, he’d found guys who liked it rough or didn’t care about their bottom. Nash cared. Peter held back from coming to make it last.
    “I like what you’re doing to me,” Peter responded.
    “You know what you do to me. Having to watch you on stage. All those men after you.” Nash ground to Peter’s ass, then leaned back and changed the pace entirely.
    Peter groaned when Nash pulled out completely and drove back in all the way. Balls slapped against Peter’s body as the bouncer made the bed shake. There was nothing to do but enjoy the ride. He never wanted to tease Nash or make him feel insecure. They could both have their pick of men, but Peter only wanted one.
    “I’m not fucking anyone else. Not personally or at the club. I don’t do private dances. I swear. I need this so much!” Peter’s ass squeezed Nash’s dick as he filled him again.
    “I want to fuck you every time I see you.” Nash pressed his hairy chest to Peter’s back again and wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck.
    “So do I. Harder, please Nash,” Peter said.
    Nash’s hips snapped in shorter, harder thrusts that set Peter’s body trembling. He hit that spot, and the world spun. Screaming Nash’s name, Peter came in a rush that left him a quivering mass on the outside. Inside, he felt the same way he did after a brilliant performance on stage. Stretched, exhausted and on an epic high of endorphins.
    A few more thrusts and Nash cursed. The bigger man slumped against Peter and held him tight. Peter grabbed Nash’s arm, in case he changed his mind.
    “That was amazing.” Peter found the energy to turn and face Nash.
    “Pretty damn good.” Nash paused any talking with a kiss.
    Peter curled his body into Nash’s, and his tongue explored that quiet mouth.
    “I should go,” Nash said.
    Damn! “No, stay. Once is enough?” Peter tried the playful angle.
    “We both need sleep. Work tomorrow.” Nash rolled onto his back.
    “We can sleep. Go again in the morning? I’m not as fragile as I look.” Peter rolled his eyes.
    “I think you proved that on stage and tonight. I just don’t think we should complicate this now. The sex was great, but we just met.” Nash sat up.
    “You’re coming back here to get me for work anyway. It seems efficient.” Peter chuckled as if it didn’t hurt his feelings.
    “It might be,