by Trina Lane
“This is true. It’s nice only having one set of arms and legs flailing around inside you.” She rubbed her distended belly and smiled when Rick and Conor’s hands joined hers.
Conor patted Calleigh’s stomach. “That’s da’s little caragan.”
Calleigh looked back over at Ethan and smiled. “The baby just kicked Conor’s hand. He’s getting an early start on the baby’s Gaelic lessons. That means darling. We’re due on June seventeenth by the way, so the countdown calendar says ninety-four days to blast off. We’ll see if things go according to schedule. The boys put in a surprise appearance a couple of weeks early, but that’s not uncommon with multiple births.”
Ethan was startled when his chair was yanked to the side, and Ryan snaked an arm around his middle. Ryan’s chin rested on his shoulder and warm breath caressed his neck. Ethan closed his eyes, and a little groan escaped when soft lips were planted a kiss on the sensitised column.
Conor gave a hard laugh. “Okay, what’s up with you two? I know you’re usually all lovey-dovey, but you’ve been joined at the hip all night.”
Ryan tilted his head and whispered in Ethan’s ear. “You think he really wants to see our hips joined the way I intend them to be in less than an hour. You like the thought of someone watching me take you, E? Watching me fill you one inch at a time then slamming home so hard your body is thrown forward by the momentum?”
He felt a flush cover his body and began to pant at Ryan’s seductive words.
Rick looked hard at Ethan. “Jesus, Ryan, what’d you say to him? The man looks on the verge of orgasm right here at the dinner table.”
“And just how do you know exactly what he looks like before coming?” Ryan growled.
Rick held up his hands in defence. “We lived together for four years. Dorm rooms aren’t known for their privacy.”
Calleigh looked back and forth between Ryan and Ethan. “Oh, I know what’s happening here.” She giggled.
Conor looked over at her. “You do?”
She nodded. “Ethan’s surgery was almost exactly eight weeks ago. I suspect he had his last post-op visit with his doctor only a couple of days ago right?”
“It was yesterday actually,” Ryan said.
Ethan lifted his head and stared at his friends, willing them to understand. His entire body felt as if it were on fire. He knew if they bothered to look they would see a massive hard-on pressed against his khaki pants. Ryan’s fingers were doing deadly things to the back of his neck. They’d ordered a wonderful meal, and he wanted to enjoy the evening with his friends on this the night before their wedding, but he truly didn’t know if he would make it. Maybe if he ran to the bathroom and took care of things he could get through the rest of the evening.
“Oh feck, you mean?” Conor smiled, shifting in his seat.
“Yep.” Calleigh smiled
“Why the hell didn’t you say so? Damn, man, go!” Rick exclaimed.
Ethan jumped out of his seat and took off in the direction of the cottages, skirting around empty tables. He didn’t know if Ryan was right behind him, but he knew the moment they touched again it was all over. He figured he’d better hightail it to a secure private location, preferably stocked with lots of lube. They were going to need it.
Ryan stood slowly then dropped several bills on the table. “Please give the waitress our regrets. I hope you have a lovely evening. Now, if you’ll excuse me?”
He turned and started casually walking in the same direction as Ethan. He felt their friends gazes trained on his back and broke out into a full run, their raucous laughter echoing behind him.
He made it to the walkway to their cottage in record time. His sandals skidded on the paved stone at the sight of Ethan’s shirt lying on the ground. He picked it up and looked towards the front door. A few feet in front of him were the khaki pants Ethan had been wearing. Underneath the overhang lay his flip-flops and hanging from the door handle was his underwear. He laughed as he gathered up the treasure trail of clothing.
He opened the door and nearly had a heart attack at the sight before him. Ethan lay on his back with his feet spread wide and propped on the bedspread. His eyes travelled down the length of Ethan’s body and arrested at the sight of one hand wrapped around his cock. Holy God, Ethan had waxed. One of Ethan’s hands milked his straining erection, and a finger of his other hand was buried in his ass.
Ryan dropped the clothes just inside the door. His eyes fixated on Ethan’s movements as he stripped. His cock reached for his navel, glad to be free of the confining denim. He walked across the room to the double plantation, shuttered floor to ceiling sliding windows and opened them wide. Their private deck faced the cove, and they had no neighbours on either side of them. There was an old fashioned hurricane lamp sitting on the bookshelf. He used matches he’d stolen from the restaurant to light the wick then placed it on the side table beside the bed. The warm light cast a glow over Ethan’s skin as he continued to pleasure himself.
“You warming yourself up for me, E?”
He climbed up on the bed and balanced above the lean body. His head lowered, and he brushed a fleeting kiss on Ethan’s lips. His love’s head rose to maintain the connection as Ryan pulled back. Ryan placed his hand on Ethan’s chest and smoothed it down his body, bypassing his cock and balls as he continued down one leg from thigh to toes. Ethan had lost some muscle mass since the attack, but Ryan was confident they would get him back to his fighting weight.
His hand ran over the smooth skin that had formally been covered in light brown curls. “Did you do this for me?”
Ethan nodded. “You like it? I always love touching your bare skin and wanted to see what it would be like.”
“Baby, I already loved your cock, but on display like this with nothing hiding its magnificence, I’m breathless.” He circled a finger around the hole Ethan was slowly fingering. “Is that sweet little ass hungry for more?”
“Yes,” Ethan moaned.
“Does that delicious cock your jacking want to feel my mouth surrounding it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ethan opened his eyes, and Ryan saw they were feverish with arousal. He hadn’t seen those golden hazel eyes that bright for a long time.
“Oh love, what you do to me with the simplest look.”
He lowered the leg closest to him and turned Ethan on his side so they were facing each other. Ryan’s hands smoothed up and down the satiny skin. The glow from the hurricane lamp created highlights and shadows on the planes and valleys of the body he craved. He closed the distance between them and aligned their cocks so each little movement slid them together.
“I can’t put into words how badly I want you, E. My body wants to flip you over and plough into you fast and hard, but my heart wants to savour every touch, every lick and every thrust.” He smiled into his lover’s eyes. “I guess we’ll have to do both before that sun rises over the water.”
Ryan’s heated words washed over Ethan as the sands whipped over the expanse of the Sahara. For the past two months, they’d tamed their urges with blow-jobs and mutual jack-off sessions, but neither of them had truly been satisfied. He needed Ryan inside him. Needed that long, thick cock to fill the empty places left hollow by the attack.
He wrapped his arms around Ryan and rolled onto his back, forcing the larger man to lie on top of him. His legs separated and cradled Ryan’s body. He sealed their lips together, and a purr rumbled in his chest when their tongues mated. His hands stroked up and down the wide planes of Ryan’s well muscled back. His hips arched up, and their cocks slid against each other. The friction made him gasp and throw his head onto the thick pillows. He heard night sounds floating into their cottage from the opening to the deck and the scent of sea wafted on the air.
Ryan’s mouth travelled down Ethan’s neck until it reached the base where Ethan’s pulse beat frantically. Warm lips attached themselves to the skin and sucked. Ethan was sure he would have a bruise later but didn’t care. Those lips continued south
until they reached his nipples. Licking and nipping caused the small protrusions to tense and offer themselves to be devoured. His cock was hard, leaking and begging for some attention. Ryan’s hand griped him and stroked in smooth rhythm. Ethan clutched Ryan’s broad shoulders and wove his fingers into his soft, dark brown hair.
He cried out as, without any preliminaries, Ryan engulfed his cock to the base. The fiery heat and wet suction of Ryan’s mouth was heaven. A slick, soft tongue laved up and down his cock, and Ethan swallowed as Ryan’s head bobbed. His balls were cupped and rolled as they pulled up tighter against his body.
He whimpered when his cock was released with a pop, but sighed when Ryan’s tongue traced around his sac. That wickedly talented appendage whipped itself over and around tracing the contours of his balls. They were drawn into the heat of Ryan’s mouth, and the suction was hard enough that he tensed for a second before giving himself over to the pleasure.
His hole was hungry and fluttered against Ryan’s fingers as they played. He heard the snap of the cap on the lube, and a shiver ran through him when the cool gel touched the heated skin of his anus. One of Ryan’s long fingers pushed into him, and Ethan moaned as the exquisite feel. That finger circled and pumped in and out of his channel until he started to beg for more. Another joined, and the stretching began. He bore down and felt the fingers high inside him, but they couldn’t reach that spot where he needed them.
“Please, Ry, get in. I don’t wanna wait any more.”
“Like this, E. I want to watch your face as I take you. I want to see those gorgeous cat eyes of yours flare when you feel us skin to skin.”
Ethan jerked and grabbed his cock at the base to prevent him from coming right then. “Fuck me, Ryan.”
Ryan lifted Ethan’s legs over his shoulder. He squirted a dollop of lube onto his hand and smoothed it over his cock. The cool gel hitting his flushed skin tempered his desperation a touch. He lined himself up with Ethan’s opening and pushed forward, keeping his gaze on Ethan’s open eyes the entire time. Ryan had dreamed of how it would feel taking this final step in their relationship and making love without any barriers, but the reality was more overwhelming than he could possibly have imagined. The soft plush walls of Ethan’s channel gripped Ryan as he entered one inch at a time. He felt each ripple and sucked in a breath when the lining parted over the taut skin of his cock head. When he’d merged their bodies as completely as possible he paused, letting the moment extend and burn into their memories.
His hips retreated until only the tip of his cock remained embraced within Ethan’s body then he thrust forward. Their cries of pleasure mingled and gave their song to the night air. Ethan’s ass welcomed Ryan home as he drove harder and faster merging, their bodies and entwining their souls. He increased his pace, and they both grunted with strain as they raced towards completion. Wet flesh slapped, Ethan’s fingers raked down Ryan’s back and low moans emerged from his throat.
Ryan pressed in and withdrew, pressed in again and aimed for Ethan’s hot spot. He hammered into his love, making sure to hit that sweet spot every time. He watched as Ethan’s back arched and he shouted.
“Coming, Ry! Oh God, I’m coming. Fill me up. Let me feel you shoot inside me.”
That was all it took. Ryan’s cock swelled, his balls tightened and he came. Long hot spurts of seed shot out, coating Ethan’s passage. Shudders rippled up and down Ryan’s body. He pressed all his weight on his hands because he’d lost strength in his legs. He didn’t want to fall over and squish Ethan. It felt as if his orgasm would never end. The pleasure ripped through his system and consumed his existence until he felt the muscles of Ethan’s ass clench around him and hold him deep. He watched as Ethan found his own end, graceful neck thrown back in relief as the flickering light highlighted sweat-slicked skin and contracted muscles.
Ryan’s arms collapsed, and he landed on top of Ethan anyway. Ryan quickly rolled to his side to avoid crushing him. His chest billowed as he tried to regain his breath. “Holy…”
“Yeah.”
Ryan tried to move and gather Ethan into his arms, but his limbs refused to cooperate. Ethan seemed to have the same problem as he lay next to him staring up at the ceiling, panting. When Ryan was able to get all faculties back online, he rolled to the side and slipped off the bed. Padding into the bathroom, he cleaned up then returned to the bed to take care of Ethan.
“You want to go sit on the deck for a little while? We can light the fire pit and snuggle under blankets,” Ryan asked.
Ethan turned his head until he could see Ryan standing in the moonlight filtering through the opened shutters. “Sure. Then when I get some strength back I’ll climb over your lap and ride you until we both pass out.”
“You always have the best plans.” Ryan held out his hand and helped Ethan off the bed. Ripping off the bedspread they walked out onto their deck.
Chapter Thirteen
Ethan walked along the beach, dancing in and out of the surf as it rolled up on shore. He saw the sun glint off something stuck in the sand a few feet away. Bending over to investigate, he felt the delicious ache in his ass from the night spent in Ryan’s arms. They’d made love until neither of them could get it up again then sank into exhausted dreams of continued pleasure.
When he’d first opened his eyes that morning, Ryan had asked him to top, and Ethan was amazed at the feel of that tight heat surrounding his cock with nothing to diminish the sensation.
He dug around in the sand and uncovered a seashell. The large, white pearlescent clam shell was nearly transparent. He turned the shell over in his hands, marvelling at how something so delicate in appearance could withstand the brutal ocean. It was a testament to beauty and strength. He’d keep it and present it to Calleigh as a token that evening. The shell reminded him of her. She was a beautiful woman with a core of strength few saw. She’d moved beyond the death of her first husband and found love with Ethan’s two best friends, the three of them raising her two boys who’d been only infants when she received the news that Kevin had been killed in action in Iraq.
He looked to the sky and smiled that Mother Nature seemed to present her best face for the day of the wedding. It was clear and bright. Bulbous, puffy clouds dotted the sky as if they were giant cotton balls. The sun warmed the sand beneath his feet.
The ceremony would take place at sunset on the beach in front of the resort in only a couple of hours. Only a few friends and family members would be present since it was a rather untraditional ceremony. Calleigh had legally married Conor a couple of days ago, but today, all three of them would take their vows. Ethan and Ryan were honoured when the trio had asked them to stand as witnesses.
He took another peek at his watch and realised he needed to get back and dress. Granted it was a casual affair, but he wanted to look his best for his friends.
He jogged up the beach and spied Ryan lounging on a towel soaking up the sun. That persistent little devil on Ethan’s shoulder whispered in his ear, and he ran into the surf, scooped up a handful of water and tiptoed over to where Ryan laid. Opening his hands, he released the cold gush over the top of Ryan’s belly.
“Son of a motherless goat!!” Ryan jumped up and saw Ethan doubled over laughing. “You little shit! This means war!”
Oh crap! Ethan took off down the beach, Ryan hot on his heals. He got as far as the boardwalk before two strong arms latched around his middle and lifted him up. Ryan carried him over to where the waves crashed, holding him high as if to drop him into the surf.
“No, no, no!” Ethan squirmed and flailed his body around trying to break the hold but couldn’t do much since he was winded from both the run and laughing so hard.
“Do you surrender?”
“Never!”
Ryan shifted his grip and made like he was about to throw Ethan into the ocean.
“Wait, wait! Stop! I’ll do anything. Just don’t throw me in.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, yes, anything.”
> “Will you agree to become my love slave? Will you service me every morning and night? And sometimes right after lunch?”
“Yes!”
“Right, then.” Ryan lowered Ethan and cradled him against his body. He turned around and walked back up the beach to the boardwalk, still carrying the leaner man. Ethan had lost weight since the attack, and had yet to get back in fighting shape. It was no hardship for Ryan to carry him around.
Ethan snuggled into Ryan’s body, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s neck and legs around his waist. Being carried was a little surreal, but he knew Ryan wouldn’t drop him. “Now?”
“You have other plans?”
“Well, I’m supposed to be at this wedding in a couple of hours.”
“That leaves us plenty of time. Haven’t you heard of shower sex?”
“Oh, I like shower sex. All slippery bodies and confined spaces. Yummy.”
* * * *
They ended up being fifteen minutes late from the time Rick and Conor had instructed them to arrive at the site. The two grooms stood on the sand, shaking their heads but smiling.
“Sorry,” Ethan said.
“No you’re not, but that’s okay. We gave you a time cushion since we know how you two are.”
He didn’t deny their accusations. “What have you poor schlubs been doing all day? Calleigh told me about her plans for a day of beauty and relaxation the other night.”
“We played eighteen holes of golf then grabbed lunch at the outdoor café,” Rick said.
“Sounds so…mundane.”
“Oh? What did ye do? Go out an’ discover a new world?” Conor asked.
“No, you silly muzzy. I woke up, made love to the husband of my heart, had a scrumptious breakfast, took a dip in the pool, had a few margaritas then went for a walk on the beach, was threatened to be thrown in the ocean and, finally, went back to the cottage were we had wild monkey sex in the shower.”