It was a wet, sloppy blowjob, and he was hoping to lure Gene in.
For some fucking.
Truth be told, he was desperate afterHOURSof torment, and he wouldn’t be able to work until he spent some time getting off.
As his lover worked his dick over, Gene’s hands went into Ethan’s hair, and he slowed him down.
“Baby,” he whispered, his body reacting to the oral assault. “God! Holy shit!”
Ethan was definitely still interested in sex, and he’d been wrong that the dead body had killed the vibe.
Someone didn’t give a rat’s ass about being handed a case. Instead, he was voraciously devouring his erection, like it was the last blowjob he’d be giving on this Earth.
Shit!
This was the new highlight of his day.
When he looked up at Gene, he let his big dick slip from between his lips, and he said the hottest thing Gene had ever heard in his whole life.
“Torture me so I’m so wild, I will do anything you want me to do.”
Yeah, he was definitely caught off guard. Now. Gene’s mouth had gone bone dry.
Oh, well, he would do anything this man wanted.
ANYTHING.
If he wanted torture, he’d give him torture, and he knew exactly what that would be.
He.
Had.
Plans.
“Drop your pants. We’re switching out the toy. I have something better in mind.”
Ethan did as he asked, and when he dropped his pants, Gene was digging through the luggage. It was when he lookedup, and saw his man standing there, cum dripping from the tip of his erection, that he wanted to sing a chorus of hallelujahs.
It was a good day in his world because that was one hell of a sexy sight.
A.
Damn.
Good.
Day.
Pulling another toy out, Ethan’s eyes went huge. It was a giant dildo, and when Gene turned it on, Ethan’s hips moved without the man even touching him.
“Do you like?” he asked.
Ethan nodded.
“Tell me.”
Ethan moved closer, and he begged for it. He begged because he was so horny that he never wanted anything more in his life.
