* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Resort
Same Time
The second the door closed behind the men, and Ethan knew they were alone, that overwhelming need to be taken by his mate won out.
He was helpless against the pleasure.
It was like when he’d been dosed by Snow, but this time, he could remember, and he had cognitive thought.
And what he wanted was Gene’s dick.
Desperately.
It was like a fever had overcome him, and he couldn’t control himself. Ethan felt like he would burn up if he didn’t get into his man’s pants.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Beneath him, Gene moaned as Ethan was grinding against his body, not willing to stop. Someone was three days past horny.
That was damn clear.
As he moved, the weights dangling from his nipples swayed back and forth, and mesmerized the man.
God, but he looked so sexy like this.
“I can’t control myself,” he whispered. “I want to fuck so badly,” he said. “I need you to mount me and take my ass. I need it!”
Only, the other man remembered what Ethan had said. He wanted to be trained.
That took time, patience, and a lot of control.
To Gene, as someone who had been in Ethan’s position before in his life, he knew that was an important and serious statement from a bottom.
So, he had to know.
“Do you want me to train you, or not?” he asked. “Because just fucking and the foreplay that comes with it is one thing. Actually being trained to understand your role in this is something completely different.”
Ethan moaned, his head dropping back as he was being vibed so deep in his body that he could feel it all throughout his being.
And it felt so damn good.
“Answer me, Tala.”
When he looked at him, his eyes were filled with so much lust, he almost looked different. They were no longer the eyes of a man who wanted to be careful.
There was recklessness there.
And it had him by the balls.
“Yes, please, Daddy. Train me. I want to be yours,” he whispered. “Forever.”
Oh, well, that was a given. There was no way Gene was letting this man go.
EVER.
How could he?
