Ethan’s dick twitched.
“I want you to suck my dick again, Beau,” Ethan told him as he gripped Beau’s cock firmly, feeling the pulse just beneath the darkened skin. Beau was certainly enjoying this.
Then again, Ethan was too. Probably a little too much.
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Beau was seconds away from exploding and the only thing stopping him was his attention to the road in front of him. They were doing seventy, and the last thing he needed was to lose his shit right there in his truck.
He knew Ethan was doing it on purpose, trying to drive him fucking crazy. And it was working like a dream.
He was trying to hold out, but his balls had drawn up and he feared that he’d go off at any moment. The thought of sucking Ethan’s dick and feeling Ethan’s mouth on him at the same time was almost too much.
“Stop,” he groaned, reaching down and grabbing Ethan’s wrist to halt his movements. “Twenty more minutes and we’ll be there. At that point, you’ll be lucky if I get you to the hotel room before I have my dick down your throat.”
Ethan’s sharp inhale was music to his ears. He loved that he could shock him. That he could give back equally. And he wasn’t lying either. If Ethan wasn’t careful, Beau would have him on his knees in the elevator before they even got to their room.
When Ethan released him, Beau got himself situated, refastening his jeans in a hurry. They’d be encountering heavy traffic any minute now, and the last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops because his dick was hanging out. Not that anyone other than the eighteen wheelers could see in since his truck had a six inch lift that put him higher than most other vehicles.
Still, he wasn’t willing to risk it.
Half an hour later, Beau was pulling into the parking garage of the hotel. He had managed to get his dick under control, but he didn’t know how long that would last. Especially considering Ethan had actually held his hand until they pulled into the hotel. His fingers tingled from the warmth that still lingered, and he immediately wished he could join their fingers again.
Rather than dwell on what he couldn’t have, he climbed out of the truck and grabbed the two bags that were in the backseat. When Ethan came around, he tossed his over, and the two of them headed into the hotel together.
Beau had made reservations earlier in his name, and he wasn’t surprised when Ethan made himself scarce while he checked in. Once he had the room key in hand, he headed to the elevator, and Ethan materialized beside him moments later.
Once they were inside the elevator, Beau did as he had promised. He shoved Ethan up against the wall, but instead of pushing his dick down his throat, Beau used his tongue. He didn’t give a fuck if there were cameras watching their every move, he couldn’t keep his hands off of the man.
Ethan’s persistent grip on his waist spurred him on, and the only reason he stopped was because they reached their floor.
The hotel was nice, elegant, but not to uppity. The hallways were dark, the carpet freshly vacuumed, and it smelled like flower scented air freshener. He found their room and abruptly swiped the key card through the reader and pushed open the door.
Once inside, Beau dropped his bag and filled his hands with hot, delicious male. As he backed Ethan up against the door, he resumed his position at his mouth, devouring him and making up for the last three hours of lost time.
“In a hurry?” Ethan asked, kissing him back and working his hands up underneath Beau’s shirt.
“Yes,” he answered, nipping Ethan’s bottom lip.
Ethan pulled back slightly, lifting Beau’s shirt up and off. Beau returned the favor, discarding Ethan’s shirt somewhere across the room before pressing against him, skin to skin. He groaned, unable to help himself. He loved the feel of Ethan beneath him, the heat of his skin warming him from head to toe.
Ethan somehow managed to flip their positions until Beau was backed up against the door, but their mouths remained fused together, tongues dueling, hands groping.
“E,” Beau warned, unsure how much of this he could actually handle before his brain blew out through the top of his head. He was that worked up, his dick like a steel beam behind his zipper.
“I’ve got you,” Ethan said softly, his sexy voice thundering beneath his skin.
Beau wrapped his arms around Ethan, both of them holding one another as close as they could get as they moved across the small room toward the bed. Ethan pulled away and in a tangle of arms and legs, they managed to rid themselves of their remaining clothes before landing in a heap on the spacious king-sized bed together.
Soaking Ethan’s warmth into his fingertips, Beau roamed his body with his hands, feeling the well-defined muscles beneath his taut, smooth skin, wondering if he’d ever get enough of this man. Their movements were hurried, like they’d been apart for days and not just confined to a small space which had restricted their movements for the last three hours.
Ethan chuckled and then moved off of the bed, leaving Beau staring after him, confusion taking over. That was until Ethan made his way around the bed to where Beau’s head was resting on the edge of the mattress. Before Ethan could do what he probably had in mind, Beau pushed himself so that his head hung over the edge, and he grabbed Ethan’s cock and fed it directly into his mouth.
“Sonuvabitch,” Ethan groaned, his hands clamping down on Beau’s chest, his fingers digging into the muscle. “Oh, fuck yes. Suck me.”
And that’s exactly what Beau did with renewed intent, paying Ethan back for the torment in the truck.
Chapter Twenty Nine
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Ethan ground his molars together in an effort to keep from coming down Beau’s throat as the man worked his dick furiously in his mouth. It had been a sneak attack really, one that Ethan absolutely loved, but a sneaky move on Beau’s part nonetheless.
As he stood at the edge of the bed, Beau’s hand kneading his balls and making him gasp for air while gripping his cock and sliding it in and out of his mouth, Ethan was contemplating his next move. He wanted to crawl over Beau so he could wrap his lips around Beau’s cock, but he couldn’t move. He was momentarily trapped in the most satisfying pleasure he’d known for some time. Well, since the last time they were together anyway.
Beau’s mouth was… Ahhh, hell… fucking perfect.
Widening his stance, he tilted his hips and began thrusting into the glorious heat of Beau’s mouth while gripping his brawny chest for all he was worth.
“So good, baby,” he groaned, unsure how much longer he’d be able to last. Not even sure he wanted to last. “Keep it up and I’m going to come down your throat.”
Beau seemed content with that because Ethan found himself being held firmly in place when Beau wrapped his sturdy arms around his thighs as he continued to drive his cock past his lips while Beau’s head hung upside down off the bed.
“I’m serious, baby. It feels too damn good.” By now, Ethan could barely speak, but he had to warn Beau because the telltale tingle had started at the base of his spine, which meant he was about to lose it. “Oh, fuck yes. Beau, take me. All of me.” Ramming his cock deeper, he felt the back of Beau’s throat caress the head of his dick and his orgasm ripped through him, making his legs weak as he came with a roar.
Unable to hold himself up when Beau pulled him forward, Ethan tumbled onto the bed on top of him. A few strategic moves and Beau was beneath him, face to face.
How the hell had that happened? Beau handled him like he weighed nothing, and two hundred ten pounds certainly wasn’t nothing.
“I warned you,” Ethan mumbled, his body still lingering with the remnants of that intense climax.
“You did,” Beau agreed with a smile. “Totally worth it.”
Ethan stared down at Beau, admiring that sexy smirk and the deep, rich brown of his eyes. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you,” Ethan told him. “I’ve…” Ethan slammed his mouth shut, worried he would say more than he meant an
d that would ruin things.
“Nuh-uh,” Beau growled, forcing Ethan to his back and straddling his hips.
Beau was heavy, but it was a comfortable weight above him, one he could seriously get used to. One he feared he was getting used to.
Beau once again changed positions so that he was kneeling between Ethan’s spread thighs, his hard cock pressing into Ethan’s hip as he sprawled on top of him. Ethan tried to pull him closer, to bear the full brunt of him, but Beau held himself up on his arms.
“Don’t want to crush you,” Beau whispered against his lips.
“Crush me, please,” Ethan pleaded, wrapping his arms around him. “Just get closer.”
“You want closer?” Beau laughed.
“Absolutely.”
Beau nodded, but then his weight disappeared entirely, and Ethan lifted his head enough to see Beau moving across the room, completely and gloriously naked. He grabbed his bag from the floor and then rummaged through it, pulling out a box of condoms and depositing them on the night table beside the bed.
“Lube?” Ethan asked, laughing and sliding his hands behind his head, settling in for the show.
“Never underestimate me, Walker,” Beau said sternly, grinning deviously.
Never. Ethan was quickly learning that Beau far surpassed most in the brains department. How was it that he was always prepared, always one step ahead, Ethan wasn’t sure.
Ethan began idly stroking his cock as he watched Beau’s graceful movements, enjoying the erotic sight of him naked, his still hard cock standing proudly from his body, just begging for Ethan’s attention. And when Beau slid onto the bed beside him, he planned to overwhelm him with affection, but Beau turned the tables on him instantly, pulling him on top of him.
It was Ethan’s turn to hold himself up, but Beau hugged him tightly with one arm while pulling his head down so that their mouths met, eliminating the ability to minimize his crushing weight from bearing down on him. Within seconds, the kiss was hot enough to scorch the sun, and since Beau wasn’t complaining, Ethan no longer gave a shit.
Ethan was engrossed in the kiss, licking at Beau’s mouth, sucking his tongue gently, then rougher. Over and over as he slid his hands beneath Beau’s head, holding him tight, never wanting to let him go.
Ethan moaned when Beau’s hands slid down his back, cupping his ass before separating his cheeks and sliding one finger inside of him. He ground his hips against Beau’s, his cock swelling, hardening again as Beau began fucking his ass with one lubed finger.
When did he get the lube?
Breaking the kiss, Ethan rested on one elbow and stared down at Beau. “Fuck me harder,” Ethan begged, spreading his legs and giving Beau better access, watching the passion that consumed his lover. “Condom?” Ethan asked, grinding his hips back against the invasion that was so intense he was beginning to sweat. “I want to feel you inside me,” Ethan told him.
Beau responded by cocking one blond eyebrow, the corner of his sinful mouth tilting up as though telling him he had it covered. Crushing his mouth down on Beau’s once again, Ethan positioned himself so that he straddled Beau’s hips. Once he was where he needed to be, he broke the kiss and planted his hands on Beau’s chest.
“Inside me,” Ethan told him, reaching back behind him to help Beau guide his cock right where he wanted him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Beau slid in, the initial pain stealing his breath, but then replaced by nerve-searing friction.
“E,” Beau growled, his hands clasping Ethan’s ankles gently as he thrust his hips up slowly as Ethan lowered himself onto Beau.
“Tell me, baby,” Ethan encouraged. “Tell me how it feels when I ride your cock.”
Beau didn’t tell him like he’d asked, but the look on his face was unmistakable. There was rapture mixed with something much, much deeper. Something Ethan grabbed onto, pulling it deep inside and letting it fill that cold, dark space inside of him. He was pretty sure it was love, and even if Beau never spoke the words, Ethan knew. He felt it, and in all of his life he had never felt something this perfect, this all-consuming.
It still scared him shitless, but he managed to evade the oppressive, frustrating worry. At least for the time being.
Lifting and lowering, Ethan rode Beau’s cock as he watched him, their eyes speaking everything that their mouths couldn’t. “Fuck me, Beau,” Ethan groaned, wanting to watch Beau come.
Placing his hands flat on the mattress beside Beau’s head, Ethan lifted his ass, giving Beau room to thrust up into him, which he did with delicious, forceful strokes. Ramming into him over and over, harder, faster until they were both panting and moaning.
“Come for me, Beau.” Ethan forced the words out on a gasp, the friction of Beau’s thick cock against the sensitive nerve endings pushing him closer and closer to another release. “Come inside me.”
Beau closed his eyes, his hands clamping onto Ethan’s hips, pulling him down hard as Beau thrust up into him one final time before growling his release. Ethan was engulfed in a full body tremor as he came in spurts – not as vigorously as before, but definitely just as satisfying – on Beau’s chest, his eyes locked on his face. Beau was the most beautiful, magnificent man Ethan had ever known. And right then and there, with their bodies connected as one, Ethan knew without a doubt that he was in love with him.
And surprisingly, that wasn’t what bothered him.
It was the lengths he was willing to go to in order to be the man Beau deserved that scared the shit out of him.
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Ethan had been quiet ever since they left the hotel room. Beau hadn’t figured out a way to ask him what was bothering him. He didn’t think it had anything to do with their love making, but he didn’t know that for certain, and it was beginning to bother him.
They’d showered together afterward, agreeing that they needed to find food before one or both of them died from starvation. Granted, that wasn’t likely to occur, but Beau had certainly worked up an appetite.
When Beau had suggested they go to dinner at one of the steakhouses he’d read about in the leather bound hotel booklet, he fully expected Ethan to shoot down the idea, yet here they were, sitting in a booth across from one another. And yes, Beau was nervous as hell.
Would this be considered their first date? Beau figured technically it would, which had another wave of anxiety rippling through him.
“Have you figured out what tattoo you’re gonna get?” Ethan asked after they’d ordered a couple of beers and their food.
“Yeah.” Beau had known the exact words he wanted, but he’d contemplated finding something else, but still came back to the words that rang true for him.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What are you going to get?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Beau said with a smirk.
“Fine,” Ethan laughed, turning his beer bottle in his hands as he picked at the label. “I got you an appointment tomorrow at one o’clock.”
Beau nodded, happy to know that Ethan had actually called. They hadn’t talked about the logistics, but then again, the sole reason they had come to Houston was for that tattoo.
“What about you? Wanna get another?”
“Nah,” Ethan said, not bothering to look up at him. “I only wanted that one.”
“You never did tell me what it means.”
“It’s a Shakespeare quote.”
“Well, I figured that one out for myself, Einstein,” Beau retorted, taking a swig of his beer.
“What do you think it’s supposed to mean?”
“Well, if you’re translating from Hamlet,” Beau began, grinning at Ethan’s creased brow. “And if I recall correctly, it’s when Polonius is speaking to his son, Laertes, advising him to be true to himself.”
“Shakespeare, much?” Ethan asked, staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.
“I happen to like Shakespeare,” Beau said, leaning back and staring at Ethan. “So, what does it mean fo
r you?”
Ethan watched him for a moment before he said, “Pretty much the same thing.”
“Be true to yourself? Were you doing it as a personal reminder?”
“Yes,” Ethan said abruptly.
Knowing the conversation was about to take a dark turn, Beau opted to lighten the mood. “Does Zane know about it? He’d sure give you shit about it if he did.”
Ethan grinned, the storm clouds that had brewed momentarily were disappearing right before Beau’s eyes. The pressure that had settled uncomfortably on his chest lifted as Ethan’s eyes lit up.
“You’re right. And no, he doesn’t know. Or let me rephrase that. I haven’t told him. I’m sure he’s probably seen it.” Ethan smiled, and it appeared only slightly forced. “How did you and my brother end up being friends, anyway?” Ethan asked, leaning back in the booth and resting his arm over the top edge.
God, the man was sexy. Everything he did made Beau want to jump him. Public or not, he really didn’t give a shit.
“What are you trying to say?” he goaded Ethan with a mirroring grin.
“Y’all are like night and day.”
“Well, there’s something to be said about opposites attracting, right?”
“True. And the two of you are that.”
“Are you saying I’m not fun?”
“Not at all. I’m saying you aren’t insane.”
“Well, there is that,” Beau agreed.
The waiter chose that moment to bring two more beers and a loaf of bread that went untouched between them. Beau grabbed the beer and pushed the empty away while Ethan did the same.
“Seriously though, y’all have been friends since what? The first grade?”
“Something like that,” Beau said. For as long as he could remember, he’d been friends with Ethan’s younger brother. Zane was like the brother he never had.
“I remember going to football games when Zane played.”
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