Someone moaned, and Ethan was pretty sure it was him. Then again, he was pressed to Gene’s body, and the man had the mother of all erections.
Someone was horny and ready to have some fun on their vacation.
Breaking the kiss, Gene stared into Ethan’s eyes. Only, it wasn’t calm, gentle Gene.
It was wild, out of control, and desperately turned on Gene, that was at the party.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
“Get out of your clothes.NOW,” he ordered, ready to get their vacation started.
Immediately, Ethan obeyed, and he began frenetically stripping. As he did, Gene was digging in the suitcases, and he found what he had been looking for too.
The pina colada lube.
It, too, was at the party.
Tossing it onto the bed, Gene began getting undressed himself, and as he did, he picked up Ethan’s belt, and his own. He tossed them onto the bed too.
Oh, they’d be using those later.
Bet.
On.
It.
As Ethan watched, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly turned on by how aggressive-Gene was showing up to have fun.
Obviously, Gene was planning on some fuckery, and he was here for it.
All.
The.
Way.
His balls ached, and all he wanted was Gene to take him in some hot, sweaty romp that rivaled the Snow-induced sex-fest.
Was that so much to ask?
God.
He hoped not.
When Gene dropped his pants, he crooked his finger toward Ethan, and then pointed at his rock-hard erection.
“Come here, and blow me, Tala.”
That was all it took.
The second the name came out, Ethan knew the game was afoot. He knew his role, and he obeyed.
What Daddy wanted, Daddy would get.
