The kiss was deep, and it was a hot tangle of tongues that was enough to take the heat up in the room.
Ethan moaned.
His brain was on overload the second Gene kissed him. Before that, he could concentrate, but now, his focus was myopic.
In fact, he was lost in the sensation of his man tasting like coffee, and peppermint gum.
Yeah, Ethan was there for it.
When Gene’s hand went into his hair, and held on, he was in his glory.
Seriously.
Blackhawk wanted to beg for more.
That’s how good it felt to be this man’s helpless, sexual prey. Ethan hoped that never ended.
As Gene kissed him, his body was taut with need, too. The way Ethan’s hair felt like silk as it was clenched in his fist always made him a happy, happy man.
The only place he liked it more was when Ethan was blowing him, and it was tickling his balls and thighs.
When his partner moaned, he knew why.
The cage.
Someone was in pain, which then brought pleasure.
Slowly, he broke the kiss to stare into his eyes. They were dilated, and his body was breathless.
Just how he liked him.
“So, Tala, tell Daddy how to make you feel good,” he whispered, his lips right next to his.
Ethan couldn’t think.
His one hand was on Gene’s shoulder, and his other was clenched in his shirt.
Holding.
On.
His brain was overheating, and all he could feel was that throbbing of his dick being locked in the cock cage. It wanted to stand upright in the worst way, but it wasn’t allowed.
The more he tormented him, the more it hurt, and the more it hurt, the more it turned him on. At that very moment, his balls ached, desperately needing release.
Gene was sadistic.
God.
He loved it.
What he wanted was the works. He wanted this man to punish him in ways he’d never thought of. Once that door was opened to him, Ethan became lost in all of the delicious things that could happen to him.
He craved them.
The more, the better.
“If we had more time, I’d beg you to fuck me, or better yet, my head would be in your lap, Daddy,” he whispered. “I would take your cock down my throat.”
