Ethan (Alluring Indulgence)

by Edwards, Nicole

  Beau loved the feel of Ethan’s skin against his fingertips. The gentle abrasion from the stubble along his jaw, the smooth texture of his kissable lips. But most of all, he loved the way Ethan submitted to his touch.

  Despite that ever niggling feeling that he was about to get in way over his head, Beau was tired of waiting patiently for Ethan to decide what he wanted. Based on the look on his face right then, Beau knew Ethan wanted this.

  Was Ethan scared of what that might mean? Sure. As was Beau. Didn’t mean they couldn’t pursue this. And he was being serious when he told Ethan that they should just see where it went. He wasn’t in a hurry to make this permanent, although he knew that could change at any given moment.

  There was one thing Beau knew about himself: he loved easily. But he also knew he didn’t trust easily. Which was why he was fiercely loyal to the few friends he had. He considered Ethan a friend, one he cared about, but as the minutes ticked by, Beau found himself falling deeper and deeper for the man. Strange how there had been limited physical interaction, yet he’d already developed an attachment to the man.

  And he knew his feelings could quickly surpass infatuation and fall right into that love category that he generally steered clear of. Especially once they took this to the next level. There was a strange fluttering vibration filling Beau’s gut. Like an army of stallions had taken to running full-out, eager to pummel him from the inside out.

  Tilting Ethan’s head back slightly, his thumbs pressed against the underside of his jaw, Beau slid his lips over Ethan’s. That all too familiar burst of sensation attacked his insides double-time, sending a chill racing down his spine and coursing through him until it reached its final destination in his cock.

  The kiss was gentle, tentative. More an exploration of lips than anything fast and frantic. Beau couldn’t help but notice how different it felt to kiss Ethan. Honestly, Beau hadn’t done much kissing in his lifetime. The interactions he’d been involved in were usually a lot less intimate. At least where he was concerned.

  Although Beau had kissed Zane, he could clearly see the difference. That had been a brutal, take-no-prisoners kind of kiss that began and ended with two males fighting for dominance. Nothing else had registered at the time. But with Ethan, it wasn’t a competition to see who would win, who would come out on top. It was a mating of mouths, a simulation of what was to come. And Beau wanted to kiss Ethan for hours.

  “Have you ever been with a man before? Aside from Zane?” Ethan murmured against his mouth, his breath coming in rapid bursts as the kiss lingered, their tongues stroking, searching.

  Beau hesitated only briefly before he answered Ethan. He wasn’t going to start this off with a lie. “No.” Touching his lips to Ethan’s again, he tilted his head, taking the kiss deeper. Pressing the entire length of his body against Ethan’s, Beau soaked up his heat. Pulling back slightly, Beau looked right into Ethan’s eyes and said, “And when I was with Zane, V was there.”

  Beau wasn’t sure why he was compelled to tack on that little fact, but he needed Ethan to know. To understand that being with him was completely different than what he’d done with Zane.

  The flex of Ethan’s muscles against his chest, the hard ridge of their erections scraping sensually together behind the denim that separated them had Beau heading into dangerous territory. As much as he wanted to take this slow, it had been a long time since he’d been with anyone. Almost an entire year. Ever since Beau came to the realization that he was attracted to men, he hadn’t been with anyone. Unless his own hand counted.

  And for all of these months, he had been aching for Ethan.

  “Forgive me if I say I like the idea of you practically being a virgin,” Ethan said roughly, their tongues still dancing against one another.

  Beau knew he was a far cry from a virgin in the literal sense, but when it came to this experience that rocked him to the depth of his soul, he felt as though he’d never had sex before with anyone.

  Sliding his hands up to cup Ethan’s head more soundly, Beau pulled his mouth closer until their lips were grinding against one another, their tongues dueling as they attempted to get closer.

  Ethan was the first one to pull away this time and Beau stood before him, staring into his eyes, his chest heaving with an attempt to suck air into his lungs.

  “If this is moving too fast for you,” Ethan began, “just tell me.”

  Fast? Hell, Beau felt like they were running in quicksand, trying to gain traction to go somewhere but never quite moving. Beau shook his head, unable to find words. He was anxious to get closer to Ethan. A lot closer.

  Before he knew what was happening, Ethan had linked their fingers together and was leading him toward an intricate steel staircase. Trying to pretend he wasn’t incredibly nervous, or overly excited, Beau followed behind him, relishing the feel of Ethan’s warm hand against his own.

  When they hit the first landing where the staircase turned and went the opposite direction, Ethan stopped suddenly, shoving Beau against the glass window, his immense body pressing into him, their mouths once again fused together. Beau slid his hand behind Ethan’s head, gently cradling him as he let his fingers slide through the short, silky hair at his nape.

  This man stole his breath.

  When Ethan’s hands reached for his belt buckle, Beau held Ethan’s head, refusing to break the connection, unsure whether or not he was going to end up in a puddle on the floor at any moment. As Ethan devoured his mouth, Beau gave back as good as he got, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of Ethan’s hands as he lowered his zipper.

  When Ethan managed to free Beau’s cock from his jeans, he was almost positive his ability to remain upright was about to be robbed from him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his head thumping against the glass he was pressed up against. “Fuck. Ethan.”

  Beau’s entire body was strung tight as a bow, the various sensations mixing into one and he prayed he’d be able to keep himself together. He damn sure didn’t want it to end just yet but if Ethan continued to massage his cock with skilled, measured strokes, he wasn’t going to be able to promise him anything.

  “Does that feel good?” Ethan asked, his lips lingering on Beau’s neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along the sensitive skin.

  “God, yes.” Better than good. “Ethan,” he moaned.

  “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” Ethan said, his lips leaving trails of blazing fire along his throat as his thumb stroked over the sensitive head of his cock, making him crazy. “I’ve fantasized about what you taste like, how hot you’ll be in my mouth. But before I get to that, I’m going to take my time.”

  “If you’re expecting this to last, you might wanna slow down now.” The words sounded strangled coming out as he fought for air and Beau couldn’t even open his eyes, the feeling was so intense.

  Ethan chuckled, the vibrations sending additional shards of pleasure coursing through him.

  Beau managed to force his eyes open so he could look to see what was at the top of the stairs. He wanted to go up there. Whatever it was, he prayed he’d have the option of sitting down because… “Fucking hell.”

  One of Ethan’s hands had slipped beneath his shirt, the rough pads of his fingers scraping over his skin, moving higher until Ethan was pinching his nipple.

  “I want to taste you. All of you,” Ethan said as he stared back at him, his hand still beneath his shirt as he forced it upward. “Take this off.”

  Beau didn’t argue, just gripped a handful of his shirt behind his head and pulled it up and off. When Ethan’s breath caught, Beau’s body tightened even more. Returning his gaze to Ethan’s face, the approving look had Beau once again searching for air.

  Ethan’s hands returned to his chest, his palms flat as he trailed them downward over his pecs, his abs, and then returning to his cock.

  “E, I can’t take much more,” he warned him.

  “We’re just getting started,” Ethan said confidently, his mouth latching onto his ni
pple as soon as the words were out.

  “That’s what you think,” Beau groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He wanted this to last forever, but at this rate, he was going to come in Ethan’s hand. And as much as he liked that idea, he knew he had to exert just a minimal amount of control.

  When Ethan’s lips returned to his, Beau took two handfuls of Ethan’s shirt and lifted, breaking the kiss only long enough to remove the interfering garment. Once that was out of the way, they were pressed together, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, and Beau realized suddenly that control was no longer a word in his vocabulary.

  As though Ethan could sense just how close to the edge he was, he broke the kiss as he took a step back, grabbing Beau’s hand as he moved to ascend what was left of the stairs leading up.

  Once they made it to the second floor, Beau was momentarily distracted by the amazing space. Ethan’s master bedroom was actually a loft that was probably twice the size of Beau’s entire apartment. The glass and bamboo theme continued up there, and the furniture was more contemporary than what had been downstairs.

  The posh, black, king-sized sleigh bed stood off to one side, positioned appropriately to overlook the back yard, the surrounding trees and the pool, which looked considerably bigger from the second floor. On the other side of the room was a set of double doors and beyond that, Beau could see what appeared to be a tiled shower. He didn’t even have time to consider what was on the other side of the sliding glass door that appeared to lead outside.

  With Ethan still holding his hand, leading him closer and closer to the bed, Beau was still trying to remember to breathe.

  Trying to take his mind off of what was about to happen, he admired Ethan’s sleek, muscular back and what appeared to be a quote tattooed between his shoulder blades. He wanted to get close enough to read the calligraphy scrolled neatly over his spine, but couldn’t find the strength to push himself in that direction. Shit. At this rate, Beau wasn’t sure he’d ever even make it to the bed.

  His hands were shaking, his knees trembling. He felt like a teenager who’d never done this before. Granted, he hadn’t done this before because nothing compared to this. But it wasn’t like sex was new to him.

  Then again, he had a sneaking suspicion that sex with Ethan Walker was going to take things to an entirely different level.

  Chapter Fifteen

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  Ethan hadn’t been in a position like this one in… well, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been in a position like this one. Beau might not literally be a virgin, but Ethan knew what they were about to share would be a first for Beau. Hell, a first for both of them.

  Ethan didn’t make it a point to be with inexperienced men. Didn’t serve his purpose. The encounters Ethan immersed himself in weren’t for the faint of heart. He didn’t have emotional sex, wasn’t interested in being with someone who wanted that. Yet here he was. And this was strangely the only place he wanted to be.

  Only with Beau.

  Learning that Beau had only been with one other man had struck a possessive chord inside of Ethan, one so deep, he’d had a single moment of uncertainty. What kind of man did it make him that Ethan wished he could erase that encounter so that he could be Beau’s first? And what did that say about him?

  Could he actually go through with this? Would Beau understand how casual this was? Would Ethan be able to remember that point as well?

  No matter what the answers to those questions were, his own selfishness had gotten the better of him. Ethan wanted to be with Beau. More than he wanted his next breath. So, once he made the decision, he vowed to put his own hunger on the back burner temporarily because his ultimate goal was to please Beau. To make this an experience he wouldn’t soon forget.

  And yes, maybe that was selfish on Ethan’s part as well.

  Although Ethan was trying to control his own need, he couldn’t deny how intensely satisfying Beau’s reactions were. The sensual way he moved, moaned, said his name. Every single response was fanning that flame that had ignited within him months ago when this very same man had originally tempted him. Now that they were upstairs in his bedroom, Ethan wanted to push Beau beyond the realm of ecstasy, just to see how much he could take.

  Leading him to his bed, Ethan situated their positions so that Beau was forced to sit on the edge of the mattress while Ethan took his place standing between his legs. Like this, Ethan loomed over Beau, giving him a better advantage to control the kiss he wanted. Tilting Beau’s head back with his hands cupping his face, Ethan leaned over, aligning their mouths before thrusting his tongue deep into Beau’s awaiting mouth.

  The guy could kiss.

  And the way Beau’s hands gripped Ethan’s hips as though he needed something to hold him in place was profoundly satisfying. Ethan didn’t recall a lover who had been as reluctant to touch as Beau, as though putting his hands on Ethan meant so much more than mere physical gratification. But he liked the hell out of it.

  And to think that Ethan was the first guy Beau had ever shared this type of experience with one-on-one… the mere thought had his cock jerking painfully behind the zipper of his jeans. The only thing that could’ve possibly been better was if Ethan had been Beau’s first everything.

  Unfortunately, from what he had learned, Zane had received that honor. Sucked that Zane wouldn’t even know what a remarkable gift he’d been given.

  But Ethan wasn’t here to think about Zane and Beau. He wanted to be the only man Beau thought about, the only man he ached for. That unfamiliar instinct to pull Beau close and protect him with his life was still there, still lingering in the back of his mind. He wanted to make Beau his. In every fucking way.

  Ethan hadn’t felt that way about anyone since...

  Forcing the thought away, Ethan focused on the thrill of Beau’s mouth beneath his own, the forceful plunge of his tongue as they battled for dominance. The reassuring squeeze of Beau’s hands on his hips.

  Keeping a leash on his hunger, as much as he could anyway, Ethan allowed himself to get lost in the kiss, tasting, exploring. It wasn’t until Beau’s hands connected with the fly of his jeans that he pulled back. Standing on shaky legs, he glanced down his body, watching as Beau’s enormous hands easily worked the button, then the zipper. Within seconds, Beau had freed his cock, the cool air a significant contrast from the heat of Beau’s fingers. The sight of Beau’s tanned hands against his cock had his pulse rate spiking. He’d imagined this, dreamed about it even, but this was even more erotic than anything he could’ve come up with.

  When Beau slowly wrapped his hand around his length, Ethan swallowed hard. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, forcing his gaze up to Beau’s face. “Stroke my cock,” he urged softly. He wasn’t going to get carried away, but for the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Beau. The sensation was un-fucking-believable.

  It didn’t take long for Beau’s ministrations to become more than he could handle, and Ethan found himself falling over on top of him, forcing him to release his cock. It was that or get carried away.

  They were still partially dressed, jeans around their hips, boots still in place, but Ethan couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. As their chests touched, the warmth of Beau invaded his senses. Returning to his mouth, wanting to take his kiss, to own it, Ethan ground his hips against Beau’s, their cocks sliding against one another. Smooth and hot, Beau was rapidly reducing Ethan to nothing more than a horny teenager.

  “E,” Beau groaned, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips and pulling him closer. “You feel so good.”

  Too good, Ethan thought to himself. At this rate, they would both be spent before they were ever naked.

  Forcing himself back, Ethan found the floor, his feet landing with a thud. Without hesitating, he lifted one of Beau’s legs, yanking his boot from his foot before doing the other, all the while he managed to toe off his own boots.

  “I need you naked,” Ethan ground out. Like that wasn’t already obvious.

  Seconds later, h
e had rid them both of their clothes, and Ethan found himself standing there, his hand gripping his own cock, stroking slowly as he stared at Beau, trying to memorize every breathtaking plane and angle of his phenomenal body.

  It was clear the guy spent hours and hours at the gym. Massive slabs of muscle lined Beau’s chest, his shoulders, his arms. And his thighs. Lord have mercy, the guy’s thighs were like tree trunks. By comparison, Ethan felt smaller although he knew that was hardly the case. And he didn’t mind one fucking bit. The idea of Beau overpowering him, taking him with all of the strength he harbored was enough to make his blood boil.

  From Beau’s thick neck, to his wide shoulders, the sexy planes of his solid chest, and the washboard abs, the man was male perfection. Ethan let his gaze linger a little longer, attentively admiring the way Beau had eased his hand between his own legs, stroking his thick cock and fondling his balls.

  Meeting Beau’s eyes again, Ethan smiled. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  Beau blushed and the sight had something inside of him snapping. The guy had absolutely no idea how sexy he was. Well, he was about to learn because Ethan was going to show him.

  Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, Ethan crawled his way over Beau, pressing open mouthed kisses along his thigh first, then his hip bone, making sure to avoid his rigid cock. The way Beau sucked in a breath had Ethan’s skin tingling.

  Making his way farther up Beau’s body, Ethan traced upward over the awe inspiring “V” that led to his huge cock. He then kissed along the center of Beau’s abs, that narrow space between all of those well-defined muscles, higher, continuing upward over his chest, his neck. And when he was fully over him, his knees between Beau’s legs, his cock resting gently against Beau’s, Ethan smiled down at him.

  The look of longing on Beau’s face and the way every muscle in his whole body was hard had Ethan’s anxiety ratcheting up a notch. Or fifty. “You’re magnificent.”

  Beau’s wicked grin was the equivalent of a jackhammer, making Ethan’s body quake with the need to fill him. But he had to take this slow. Ethan refused to push Beau too far too fast.