On.
It.
What Ethan had to remember was he wasn’t in charge, and that teasing was part of the foreplay.
“How’s the steak?” Gene asked his mate, and knew he was distracted.
At that same moment, he turned the remote to high, just to watch his lover flinch.
Ethan looked over, and it was taking him a few seconds to turn the upper brain back on.
Yeah, someone was trapped in the pleasure as he fought not to give it away.
“I’m sorry, what? I was thinking,” he said, trying not to moan.
At that very moment, his dick was in a cock ring, and he couldn’t cum. Someone was being sadistic, and he loved every second of it.
This was the best vacation of his life.
As for the cock ring…
Having one on was probably for the best since his ass was vibrating and he wanted to explode.
Then, toss in that when he moved, the weighted clamps on his nipples were swinging tortuously. What he wanted to do was climb under the table and give his man head.
Sue him.
He was borderline out of control.
Why?
Because Gene knew that he was suffering.
“I asked how your meat is,” he said, pointing at the steak, but not talking about the steak.
His bottom was smart. He’d figure out what was being asked.
Ethan swallowed.
“It’s good. Real good. Delicious. Want to taste? I’m more than willing to share with you,” he admitted, knowing they were both discussing a blowjob. At this point, Ethan didn’t care who gave and who received.
He just wanted to hump something out of desperation and need.
Like his bear.
“I’m good, but thank you, EJ,” he said, trying not to laugh.
Someone’s eyes were filled with need.
“I do like dessert, though,” he said, seeing people eating something that looked indulgent. “All that whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”
Maybe Gene went too far.
Because Corbin sighed.
“Are you talking sex? I feel like the two of you are discussing sex, but I’m not sure because you’re both weirdos. You would talk about steak, meat, and whipped cream and mean legitimate food.”
Gene laughed.
