“That’sit,” Ethan groaned. “Suck me just like that. Slow.”
Beaureleased Ethan’s cock with an audible “pop” before sliding his tongue down theunderside as he stroked with one hand, the other planted solidly on Ethan’smuscular thigh. He reveled in the way the muscles bunched as Ethan tried to getBeau where he wanted him.
Dippingdown, Beau lifted Ethan’s dick and then laved his balls with his tongue, onethen the other before returning and sucking each one into his mouth. Heremembered the way Ethan had done it, the moist heat driving him wild and hewas bound and determined to push Ethan just a little further.
“Fuckyes, Beau. God, your mouth is so good.” Ethan’s raspy tenor slid over him,enveloping him like a physical caress.
Hecontinued to torment Ethan leisurely, enjoying the raw sounds, the sharp stingin his scalp as Ethan’s fingers tugged roughly but sensually. After longminutes, he pulled back, letting Ethan’s cock slide out from his lips, butkeeping his hand tightly around him, stroking gently.
Usinghis free hand, Beau gripped Ethan’s hip and stared up at him. “Turn around.”
ToEthan’s credit, he didn’t ask questions, just turned around to face the wall,his cock jerking ever so slightly in Beau’s hand.
WhenEthan’s perfectly sculpted ass was in front of Beau, he released Ethan’s dickand gripped both of his hips in his hands, holding him still and pressing hismouth to one strong, muscled cheek, then the other.
Slidinghis hands down and over Ethan’s ass, Beau continued to memorize him by touch,loving the way Ethan’s muscles bunched and flexed beneath his hands.
“You’redriving me crazy,” Ethan groaned as he pushed his ass back toward Beau.
“That’sthe plan,” Beau laughed, gripping Ethan’s ass tightly before separating his asscheeks and sliding his finger down the crease until he found his puckered hole.
“Fuck!”Ethan moaned, pushing back, obviously trying to impale himself on Beau’sfinger.
Beauhad other ideas.
Heremembered what Ethan had done to him, the way he’d ravished his ass with histongue and he wanted to return the pleasure. Pulling him back so that he wasfarther from the wall, Beau then put one hand on Ethan’s back, forcing him tobend over.
“Nowdon’t move.”
“Nopromises,” Ethan responded with a laugh, followed promptly by a tortured groanwhen Beau went to work on him with his tongue. He alternated between fuckinghis ass with his tongue and nipping his ass cheeks until Ethan was writhing andthrusting back against him, his moans shattering the otherwise silence of thebathroom.
“Beau!Fuck! Not yet!”
Knowingexactly what Ethan was trying to tell him, Beau stopped suddenly, squeezingEthan’s ass with his hands as he made his way to his feet once again. Once hewas fully upright, Beau grabbed the bar of soap and proceeded to wash themboth, wanting to get out of the shower because there was so much more he wantedto do, but the water and the hard tiled floor wasn’t conducive to what he hadin mind.
WhenEthan grinned back at him, he had to wonder whether the guy could read minds.
Ifthat was the case, then Ethan should be fully aware that tonight was going tolast a long, long time.
Chapter Twenty Four
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Ethandidn’t rush Beau, didn’t beg, didn’t plead – although he wanted to. He wasabsolutely enraptured by the man. Everything he did seemed to be with theutmost care and attention, not to mention curiosity. Beau worked his body intoa frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known, and Ethan knew that in itselfshould’ve scared him, but for some reason he felt safe with Beau. He could’vetold Beau that having him there right at that moment was all he needed. But hedidn’t. He couldn’t.
Hell,he could barely speak as it was.
WatchingBeau, noting his tentative movements, the way he studied him was fucking hot ashell. Knowing he was the first man Beau had ever been with in this capacity wasthrilling and wondrous, and he wasn’t just referring to the sex. The intimacywas what Ethan had noted. The closeness he felt with Beau brought out hispossessive instincts, making him want to hide Beau away for the rest of theirdays and ensure that he was the only man who would ever get this close to him.
Itscared him senseless, but the emotional sensations were almost stronger thanthe physical ones, and it was more than he could handle. He forced the thoughtsaway because it was too much for him to contemplate what that actually meant.
WhenBeau shut off the water, grabbing one of the towels from the cabinet beforereturning to dry him off, he thought he might just slide into a puddle on thetiled floor right along with the remaining water.
“Tonight,it’s my turn,” Beau reminded him, cupping his face as he stared back at him.
Ethannodded, unsure what to say. He was putty in Beau’s hands, something that hadnever happened to him before.
Oncethey were back in the bedroom, Ethan allowed Beau to lead him to the bed. Thistime there was no brief, although very satisfying, detour. It was a straightshot and Ethan followed, trying not to run.
