“Showme,” Ethan taunted him, knowing just how much Blake liked to be dominated. Itwasn’t that Ethan favored being the top in his relationships, he actuallydidn’t give a shit either way, but it always seemed that he found submissivebottoms. Still, that was something he could deal with.
“Showyou?” Blake asked, a grin tipping the corners of his mouth.
Thatwas another thing about Blake, he enjoyed when Ethan told him what to do. Hecraved it. In an attempt to engage in the moment, Ethan did as Blake expected.“And if you really want to show me, you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock,”Ethan demanded, keeping his voice low, unyielding.
You’redamn lucky I haven’t told Ethan what a fuck up you really are.
Beau’svoice echoed through Ethan’s mind, and he actually glanced around to see if theman was there. He wasn’t.
Forcinghis attention to the here and now, Ethan stared down his body at Blake who wasnow kneeling in front of him, his hands fumbling with Ethan’s belt buckle. Hewondered how much Blake had to drink tonight. Like usual, he was sure theanswer was too much, but he wasn’t Blake’s keeper, so it actually wasn’t any ofhis business. And Blake wasn’t going to be driving himself anywhere, so itwasn’t like Ethan should really care.
Takinga deep breath, Ethan dropped his head back against the wall, waiting for therush he would get from the warmth of Blake’s mouth on his dick, the feel of hislips around his shaft, the phenomenal suction that would send him off the cliffand into temporary bliss.
“Mmmm,”Blake moaned when he got Ethan’s cock free from his jeans. Ethan didn’t lookdown, just slid one hand into Blake’s silky, dark hair and held him there. Hewasn’t in a hurry, and he knew the release would come eventually, and it wouldbe just that. A release. Hollow and temporary.
Forthe life of him, Ethan couldn’t get the image of Beau out of his mind. Heimagined it was Beau’s blond hair he had latched onto, Beau’s exquisite mouththat would lave his cock until he couldn’t breathe from the need to possesshim.
WhenBlake’s mouth enveloped his hard length, his hand gripping the base of hisshaft as he teased with his tongue at first, Ethan squeezed his eyes shut.
Fuck,it felt… He wanted to say it felt good, but for some reason, it just felt…wrong.
Whatwould Beau’s mouth feel like?
GrippingBlake’s hair tightly, Ethan fought the discerning notion. He wasn’t goingthere. Not tonight. Not ever.
“Suckme, Blake,” Ethan instructed, more to remind himself of whom he was with thananything else. “Fucking suck me harder.”
Nomatter how hard he tried to concentrate or how incredible Blake’s mouth felt onhim, Ethan couldn’t erase the mental images of Beau. And wouldn’t he fuckingknow it, his release was building, more aggressive in its intensity than anythingBlake had ever pulled out of him. All because he envisioned Beau, the handsome,muscular blond on his knees, sucking him deep into his mouth.
Thesound of a door opening and shutting had Ethan tilting his head to the side.Through hooded eyes he saw Beau, his arms crossed over his chest, his backramrod straight as he stood some fifty feet away watching him. Like the lasttime, Ethan didn’t look away, but he did grasp Blake’s hair tighter.
Hecouldn’t...Fuck. He couldn’t do this again. It wasn’t like the lasttime when Beau had inadvertently stumbled upon them. Something in his chesthitched, an odd fluttering sensation that took him completely by surprise. Hisreaction to Beau wasn’t normal.
Hedidn’t want him. Didn’t need him. And maybe if he repeated it enough, it wouldbe true.
Butno matter how much he fought his reaction to Beau, Ethan didn’t want Beau towatch this. He didn’t want to hurt Beau, even if he needed to keep him at adistance. But he needed Beau to understand.
Ethanneeded to remember there was a line drawn in the proverbial sand, one he wasn’twilling to negotiate with Beau.
Blake’senthusiasm increased, the way he sucked Ethan’s dick fervently into his mouth,drawing him deeper and deeper made his skin tingle.
Withhis eyes still locked with Beau’s, Ethan noticed the embanked fury etched onhis attractive face, even from across the room. When his expression turned toone of disdain, Ethan suddenly felt like a royal fuck up.
Allit would take was one word and he could have Beau. He knew he could. He couldhave Beau in a million different ways. But Ethan knew tomorrow would be thesame as today, and although Ethan had committed to living in the illusion hehad built around himself, a man like Beau would never survive like that. He wasthe kind of guy who shouldn’t be hidden from the world. He should be treasured,loved… something Ethan wasn’t capable of.
Notanymore anyway.
Ethanforced his gaze from Beau and looked down at Blake for the first time sinceBeau walked in the room. To his horror, Blake was also looking over at Beau, agrin tilting the very corners of his lips while he continued to swallow Ethan’scock.
Ethangrowled, an overwhelming possessiveness gripping him by the balls. Latchingonto Blake’s hair rigidly, Ethan ground out the only word that formed in hismind. “Stop!”
Pullingaway from Blake, Ethan fumbled to shove his dick back into his jeans, his handstrembling as he did, his lungs burning from the effort to suck in air.
Hedid not want Blake even looking at Beau.
Mine.
Fuck.Shit. Damn.
