Sliding the knuckles of one hand along Beau’s cheek, he felt the golden stubble that he could hardly see. Ethan leaned closer until their mouths were just a hairsbreadth apart. He slid his hand beneath Beau’s head, gently cradling him as he brought their mouths together.
The warmth of Beau’s skin had the potential to scorch him, but Ethan couldn’t seem to make himself move. Controlling this man and his pleasure was more than he bargained for. On top, he could deepen the kiss as he wanted, easing back when he needed, all the while sliding his body against Beau’s.
Being the top in his relationships, Ethan was familiar with the urge to control. But here, even though he appeared to be the dominant one, he had a feeling that he was only fooling himself. Beau was an alpha male, always the one in charge, even if he hid it from others. For some reason, Ethan wanted to submit to that control, except for this first time, he knew he’d be the one leading the way. It’s what he sensed Beau needed. What they both needed.
“Keep this up and I’m going to flip our positions and take what I want,” Beau murmured against his lips, sending a streak of lightning running down Ethan’s spine.
Apparently the guy was a mind reader too.
“For now, it’s my turn,” Ethan told him, looking into those piercing brown eyes. “I promise, you’ll have yours, all in due time.”
Beau nodded, a sexy dimple forming in his left cheek as he placed his hand on the back of Ethan’s head, his fingers strong, but not forceful. It was a connection, not a demand, and Ethan found himself surrendering in ways he’d never intended.
“And now,” Ethan explained breathlessly, “I want to taste you. Every inch.”
Beau shuddered, and Ethan’s dick pulsed between them. He loved Beau’s reactions, the way he seemed to be pleased with everything Ethan did.
Figuring he had tormented Beau enough, Ethan backtracked the way he’d come earlier, letting his lips linger along his skin, his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping until he had managed to reposition himself so that his mouth hovered just inches from Beau’s gorgeous cock.
The man was enormous, and he was proportionate in every way: from his muscular arms, bulky thighs, broad chest and his glorious cock. Long and mouth-watering, Beau had a cock that Ethan craved to feel against his tongue. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to take him as deep as he would want, but he damn sure intended to try.
Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked the head of Beau’s cock slowly, teasing him, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Beau’s hand trailed over his head to the back of his neck where he caressed him gently, sending chills over his skin. The guy was so gentle, yet so intense at the same time.
Unable to help himself, Ethan lowered his lips over Beau’s cock, gripping the base with one hand as he sucked him into his mouth. The wide, engorged head slid past his lips, over his tongue as he pushed down, trying to take him deeper. He was thick, nearly too wide to go far, but Ethan had never backed down from a challenge before, he damn sure wasn’t going to start now. He bobbed slowly up and down, relishing the taste of him, the smooth, velvety texture, the granite hardness underneath.
As he continued to tease him with his tongue and ultimately take him deeper, Ethan gripped the base of Beau’s cock more firmly, stroking gently, not urgently. He wanted to savor him, to learn every part of him with his mouth.
“Ethan,” Beau groaned. “I –”
Ethan had no idea what Beau was about to say, but he put forth every effort to please him, sucking him hard and deep, but maintaining a punishingly slow rhythm. After all, he wanted to make Beau come apart at the seams, but not immediately.
Not until he was ready for him to.
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Beau was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven.
The sweet suction of Ethan’s mouth on his cock was nearly his undoing. Unlike anything he’d ever felt before in his life. The soft slide of his tongue along the engorged head, the gentle scrape of his teeth along the sensitive underside. It was obvious Ethan was torturing him. And it was clear Beau had been missing out on this his entire life.
God, it was… so different. So intense. Aside from the one brief time with Zane, the only thing Beau had to compare it to was the feel of a woman’s mouth and this was vastly different. Better.
Ethan’s big hands weren’t soft, but they were gentle. His grip on the base of his cock was firm, unyielding. And he certainly knew exactly what to do to make Beau’s breath race in and out of his lungs. Although Ethan’s mouth was still soft and warm, his attention wasn’t as uncertain, not as tentative. That’s what he’d been longing for.
Awww, fuck. Beau forced his head into the mattress, his body bowing as Ethan continued to suck him fiercely, torturing him with every lingering lap of his tongue, every stroke of his hand. Beau wanted nothing more than to sit there and take every ounce that Ethan could dish out. But he wasn’t going to last. It’d been too long and being skin to skin with Ethan was more than he could’ve imagined. More than he even dreamed of.
Forcing his head up, Beau looked down the length of his body, watching as Ethan sucked him deep, their eyes meeting, locking. Oh, fuck. Gripping Ethan’s hair roughly, Beau pulled his head up, causing his cock to slip from Ethan’s lips.
“I can’t take it,” he groaned, his head falling back on the bed.
Without releasing the pressure on Ethan’s hair, Beau urged him forward. When Ethan began crawling over him, the sensual scrape of Ethan’s leg hair against his own had Beau’s body tensing. It was… incredible.
It didn’t take but a second for Ethan to get with the program, his body flush against his as their mouths met once more.
“I want to suck you,” Beau murmured against Ethan’s mouth. “I want your cock in my mouth. I need to taste you.” He couldn’t hold back the words. It was as though the anxiety was searching for a release, and the need to get closer to Ethan was consuming him to the point he couldn’t shut up.
Ethan nodded, a sexy smile on his lips. “Hold that thought.”
Beau wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold anything. If Ethan kept tormenting him, he was going to fly apart in a million different directions, and he didn’t even care if the pieces were found.
Thank fucking God!
Ethan repositioned himself over Beau, only this time he was kneeling by his head, his cock hovering directly above him. Now this position he could do. At least he’d be able to distract himself with Ethan’s taste. Grabbing Ethan’s hand because he couldn’t fucking wait for him to get on with it, Beau pulled him so that he leaned over him in the sixty-nine position.
Beau admired Ethan’s cock for longer than was probably necessary before sucking him into his mouth. The musky scent of his sex made him light-headed, and the salty taste of his skin exploded on his tongue, making him crave more of him. Oh hell. He was smooth and hard, like granite covered in silk. Beau outlined every ridge of Ethan’s cock with just his tongue, sliding along the underside of his shaft before exploring the glans, and then sucking him completely into his mouth.
Before long, Beau found himself mimicking Ethan’s movements as Ethan delved lower, their bodies adjusting so that Beau could suck Ethan’s balls into his mouth. One at a time at first. Both of them together. He moaned his enthusiasm when Ethan did the same. But then Ethan moaned, and the vibrations nearly made him come.
Beau wanted to explore, to learn Ethan’s body, to find out what he liked firsthand. As he sucked steadily on Ethan’s balls, he ran his hands up the back of Ethan’s thighs, the crisp hair tickling his palms. Unable to stop himself from touching, he roamed higher until he gripped Ethan’s firm ass in both of his hands, gently kneading his flesh.
“Fuck, yes,” Ethan groaned, his mouth instantly disappearing from Beau’s cock. And just like that, Ethan was gone from his grasp, no longer looming above him and Beau looked up, suddenly wondering what he’d done wrong. Before he could ask, Ethan was over him again, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock.
“As much as I enjoyed that, there are some other things I want to do to you. And if I’m not careful, you’ll make me come far too soon.”
“I see no problem with that,” Beau replied with a grin.
As it was, he was close to coming himself.
With no interest in arguing further, Beau nodded. After all, he was content just being here with Ethan. Holding him, letting his hands roam along his thickly muscled back, Beau wasn’t sure he needed much more.
Although his cock felt differently, pulsing in warning between them.
Ethan leaned forward, pressing his lips to Beau’s mouth gently as he whispered, “Turn over.”
Beau knew from those two words alone that he probably wasn’t going to survive what came next. His muscles all locked in anticipation, making it difficult to move, but when Ethan eased off of him, Beau flipped himself over onto his stomach.
Ethan’s warm breath caressed the back of his neck, over his shoulders, toward the center of his back. Oh, hell. Who’d have thought his back was an erogenous zone? The moist heat, the gentle lap of Ethan’s tongue over his skin… “Fuck.”
Beau wanted to feel the heat of his mouth lower, but he wasn’t about to press the issue because what Ethan was doing felt so damn good. His cock was like a steel rod, digging into the soft comforter beneath him as it was. A shiver ran up his spine, making the hair on his head tingle as Ethan travelled lower, his mouth raking across his sensitive, overheated skin.
“Mmmm,” Ethan moaned as his tongue darted out to lick a trail down the center of Beau’s back. “Put your arms up by your head.”
Arms. Head. Right.
Beau pulled his hands up, gripping the far side of the mattress’s edge, his arms bent at ninety degree angles beside his head. The bed shifted and then Ethan’s weight was on him, his thighs straddling his hips, his cock pressing against his lower back.
Turning his head to the side, Beau searched the room. He stopped on the image reflected in the oversized mirror on the dresser which offered him an enticing view of Ethan above him. He hissed in a breath. The sight was so fucking erotic, Beau wasn’t sure he needed anything more than for Ethan to simply move.
Ethan leaned down once more, his lips reconnecting with Beau’s neck, his body coming to rest on top of him completely. “You feel so good against me,” Beau moaned, only moderately embarrassed that the words had escaped his mouth.
“I was thinking the exact same thing,” Ethan whispered as he ground his pelvis against Beau’s ass, the hard ridge of his erection pressed between his ass cheeks.
Fuck! He wanted to spread his legs, to take Ethan inside his body. Screw the foreplay, he just wanted Ethan to fuck him. Hard and deep.
When Ethan began kissing another electric trail down his back, Beau knew that wasn’t Ethan’s intention yet. As soon as Ethan’s warm tongue traced the crease of his ass, Beau finally realized he didn’t care anymore how fast Ethan intended to go.
His body shuddered violently as Ethan’s hands gripped his ass, his thighs bracketing Beau’s legs, making it impossible to move.
“Have you ever been licked here by a man?” Ethan asked, his tongue delving between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck!” Beau exclaimed, the moist heat from Ethan’s mouth against the sensitive skin had him bucking beneath him. It wasn’t like he could answer, but if he could, Beau would tell him no. He’d dreamed about Ethan doing it, but never had he experienced the euphoric sensation for himself. Not like this. Only with a woman and that didn’t hold a candle to this.
“I take that as a no,” Ethan stated with a chuckle.
“No,” Beau confirmed, not quite sure how he found the breath to speak.
“Don’t move. I promise, it gets much better.”
Beau wasn’t even sure that was possible. As it was, the stimulation was beyond anything he’d ever felt. Nothing compared to the feel of the gentle scrape of Ethan’s stubble against his over sensitized skin or the rasp of his callused hands, or the wet heat of Ethan’s tongue as he teased him.
Ethan’s weight was now fully on his legs, his cock nestled against the back of Beau’s calves. Beau wasn’t able to tear his gaze off of the mirror. He had an unobstructed view of Ethan kneeling over him, his mouth sliding between his ass cheeks as he forced them apart, exposing his most private area.
The gentle teasing had Beau’s muscles threatening to lock up, and when Ethan’s tongue slid over his puckered hole, Beau nearly launched off of the bed.
There was movement and Ethan was inserting himself between Beau’s legs, forcing his knees apart. “Open wider.”
Beau gladly pushed his legs apart, only to have an electrical spark pulse in the head of his dick as soon as that exquisite touch returned. Ethan’s tongue searched his ass, licking unhurriedly before slowly pushing inside of him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Beau yelled, trying to force his hips backward, anxious to feel Ethan deeper. He wanted Ethan to fuck him with his tongue, hard and fast. “E,” Beau begged.
Ethan’s hands tightened on his ass cheeks, forcing them open even more before his head dipped lower. From Beau’s perch on the bed, he could see Ethan in the mirror and watching the guy tongue fuck him was enough to have pre-cum leaking from the head of his dick.
“E. Oh, fuck,” Beau said. “I –” A violent eruption started at the base of his spine, radiating outward, threatening to pull him under and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it because the sensation of Ethan’s tongue fucking his asshole was far too great to control. Forcing his hand beneath his body, Beau tried to stem his release, but it felt so damn good, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck!” he yelled in warning as he came in his own fucking hand.
Ethan’s abrupt movement left Beau feeling cold, but before he could even question what he was doing, Ethan was back with a towel, sliding his hand beneath Beau to help him clean up.
Beau was tempted to apologize, but he couldn’t get words to form. His brain was still fuzzy. He’d just come from Ethan’s tongue.
In his ass.
Instead of apologizing, he groaned.
Beau heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing and then Ethan was once again on top of him. Beau turned his head the opposite way, trying to search for a way to see Ethan that wasn’t through the reflective glass of the mirror, but it didn’t work.
Ethan’s heated breath was once again by his ear, his rough, husky voice whispering softly. “I need to be inside you,” Ethan said breathlessly. “Right now.” Ethan was grinding his cock against Beau’s ass, causing him to shift backward, wanting desperately to feel Ethan inside of him.
“God, yes,” Beau said by way of answer, wishing Ethan would just drive his cock deep inside of him.
“Turn over,” Ethan instructed and then the bed was shifting, Ethan’s glorious weight no longer holding him against the mattress.
Confused at first, Beau managed to force himself over onto his back, glancing down the length of his body to where Ethan was standing at the side of the bed. With one hand he was sliding a condom over his cock, the other was holding what appeared to be a bottle of lube.
Dropping his head back against the bed, Beau stared at the ceiling, watching the leisurely turn of the ceiling fan, gripping his cock in his hand. He was hard again. How that was possible, he didn’t know. He’d just come in his own hand like a damned teenager and now he was hard as steel from just looking at Ethan.
And if he’d thought that was intense, he could only imagine how incredible this was going to be.
Chapter Sixteen
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Ethan felt as though he were suspended from a single-fiber thread, one that wasn’t strong enough to carry the weight of his hair, much less his body. He was going to snap any second and watching Beau gasp for breath as he came down from his orgasm certainly wasn’t helping.
With measured movements, Ethan made his way back onto the bed, hovering above Beau. Once he felt the warmth of Beau’s mus
cular body against his thighs, he had to fight the urge to slam into him, to plunge his dick into the scalding heat of his ass in one barbaric thrust.
He couldn’t do that though. He had to be easy with Beau.
Gritting his teeth, he slid his stiff cock along Beau’s, then down over his balls, teasing them both briefly. Using his left hand, he lifted Beau’s right leg, opening him up to Ethan’s gaze and the blunt head of his dick. Forcing his attention away from the titillating sight of Beau’s puckered hole, Ethan peered up at Beau. His hooded eyes were just as focused on what was going on between his legs as Ethan had been.
An unexpected growl erupted from Beau’s chest, his hands clenching at his sides before their eyes met. “Fuck me,” he begged in that sexy, husky voice and Ethan was even more tempted to slam himself home.
Sliding the head of his cock lower, he circled Beau’s asshole, applying minimal pressure. He wasn’t going to sink into him just yet, but shit, he wanted to. Propping Beau’s leg on his shoulder, Ethan grabbed the lube, pumped a small amount into his hand and proceeded to coat two fingers.
As he continued to divide his attention between Beau’s face and the enticing entrance into his body, Ethan slid one finger inside of him slowly. “Does that feel good?” he asked as he thrust his finger in and out of his ass with gentle strokes.
“Need more,” Beau begged, dropping his head onto the bed.
“Watch me,” Ethan told him.
When Beau was once again focused on what Ethan was doing, he slowly added a second finger. “You’re so fucking tight,” Ethan said as Beau’s ass gripped his fingers. “Relax.”
“I need to feel your cock inside me,” Beau said, his voice coming out impatient and strangled.
“I’m getting there, baby,” Ethan crooned, scissoring his fingers gently. He didn’t want to hurt Beau.
Unable to maintain his slippery grasp on his own control, Ethan pulled his fingers out and stroked his cock once, twice, before taking the lube and squirting some over Beau’s asshole. An enthusiastic rumble escaped from his chest as he leaned forward, forcing Beau’s leg farther back, opening him more as he slid the head of his dick against the tight, slippery hole.
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