Only he couldn’t.
And he loved every second of it.
It was a continual loop of eroticism, and Ethan was stuck in it. He wanted relief, but he’d never felt this good before, so he craved more.
“Oh, please fuck me,” Ethan whispered. “I need a hard fucking from you. I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
Jesus.
Christ.
How could he say no to that? The visual alone was more than his body could handle.
Yeah, Gene wanted that, and he needed to give him one, but this was about more than instant gratification.
It was about training.
This was what he wanted.
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered, and it was when his own dick was weeping that he had to stop tasting the man and his precum.
It was addictive.
“Get dressed,” Gene said, stepping back as his body nearly betrayed him. Watching Ethan made him want to cum too.
He wasn’t the only one suffering.
“Let’s go out there,” he said, as soon as they were both put back together.
Later, he’d clean their toys, but for now, he needed to get something done before bed because there was no doubt in his mind neither of them was sleeping tonight.
He was going to have to run on fumes tomorrow, but when his tank was filled with Ethan, he was good with that.
Screw sleep.
He’d do that when he was dead.
As they headed out, Corbin was sitting on the couch, and he had the laptop that Agent Mayfield had gotten Gene back at the scene.
It was clear that he remembered Ethan’s login because he was able to get access to the man’s desktop.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Corbin asked, amused. “Were you having fun?”
Gene sat down, and Ethan went to sit beside him, but he had a giant vibrating dick in his ass. It wasn’t an easy task because it shoved it further into him, and it was already hitting that one spot.
Because he didn’t care what the man thought, or said, he actually answered him.
Again, they were on vacation—and vacation rules applied.
“That’s going to be later when you leave,” Gene admitted, not even pretending. He had an erection, and Corbin wasn’t stupid.
He had the kind of radar kids had when they would interrupt their parents when they were having sex.
“I thought we were working.”
Gene shut that down.
“We’re working, but again, Ethan and I are not sacrificing our vacation to you, or to work. Again, we deserve some downtime. The case will get handled, but we’re not feeling guilty for taking time for ourselves. This isn’t us working full-time back home. It’s different rules.”
