He worked himself into Beau slowly, inch by luscious inch, until only the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscles. The fierce resistance of Beau’s body was a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain, causing Ethan to suck in a breath. “Relax for me, baby. Just relax.”
“Oh, fuck,” Beau growled. “Ethan. Oh, shit.”
Ethan immediately stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” Beau reassured him. “Oh, God. Please. Fuck me.” Beau looked him in the eyes, the hunger and need evident in the chocolate brown depths. “I need you inside me. Completely.” Beau’s request was a mere whisper, but Ethan heard him. He heard him to the depth of his soul and he couldn’t refuse this man anything.
Ethan pushed in a little deeper, carefully watching Beau’s expression, determined that he was not going to hurt him. He was just as eager as Beau was, but not if it meant he was going to cause him more than the necessary initial pain.
Excruciatingly long seconds later, Ethan was buried balls deep inside of Beau, but he didn’t withdraw immediately. Hell, he couldn’t move, the pleasure was all-consuming, grabbing him by the balls with it’s intensity. He took a moment to just breathe, admiring the point where he was joined with Beau.
Shifting so that he could hold Beau’s leg up high, he began pumping his hips, not pulling out, simply applying friction. When the hard line of Beau’s mouth softened, Ethan eased back, slowly sliding out until only the head of his cock remained inside.
He repeated the torturous process until Beau began to rock his hips, their eyes locking together once more. Leaning forward, Ethan released Beau’s leg, propping himself over him and plundering his mouth as he began to slowly thrust in and out of him, quickening his pace. It wasn’t long before sweat was beading on his brow and Beau was sliding his large fingers into his hair at the back of his head.
The erotic moans that escaped Beau’s mouth had Ethan increasing the tempo until he was lunging forward deep, retreating slowly, over and over. Faster, harder, until they were both breathing hard, unable to sustain the kiss because the need for oxygen was just too great. Their eyes were locked on one another and something ignited deep in Ethan’s chest.
This. Was. Different.
Right here with Beau, Ethan felt a connection he’d never felt before – not even with Gavin. As though not only was he fucking Beau’s body, but he was also making love to his soul. The two of them the only people in the world. The only thing that mattered was the way their bodies slid together, a sense of fulfillment overwhelming the loneliness that Ethan had felt for so long.
Needing to pull himself back from the unacceptable possibility that he was getting in over his head, Ethan began pounding his hips against Beau, holding himself above him with his arms while Beau gripped his hips, pulling him in deeper with every downstroke.
“Fuck,” Ethan growled. “It’s too good.” Better than anything he could recall and the way Beau’s body gripped him even tighter had Ethan’s breath catching in his chest. Oh, fuck. He was going to…
“Come for me,” Beau urged. “Come inside me, Ethan.”
The way Beau said his name, it was like coming home. Finally, a place to end up that wasn’t empty and desolate, despite all of the fancy furnishings. This was what it meant to feel complete. A man who looked deep into your eyes and connected with your soul.
Ethan wasn’t able to hold out any longer. “Stroke your cock,” he demanded. “I want you to come with me.” Although, Ethan wasn’t sure he could wait long enough for Beau to make that a reality.
Beau gripped his cock with one hand, the back of Ethan’s neck with the other and stared deep into his eyes. Ethan began slamming into him, the friction and heat of Beau’s extraordinary body taking him higher than he thought possible.
“I’m gonna come,” Ethan said, biting his bottom lip, praying that Beau was close. “Come for me. Come with me.”
The deep growl that emanated from Beau’s chest sent a shiver igniting at the base of Ethan’s spine and racing upward at lightning fast speeds. Beau’s hand stilled, his cock jerked and spilled semen onto his rigidly defined stomach at the same time Ethan erupted in his ass. His entire body was consumed by sensation, a strange feeling that he was floating overpowering him until he could barely hold himself up any longer.
Beau’s arms wrapped around him, and Ethan realized he’d collapsed onto Beau’s chest, the sticky warmth of Beau’s cum coating his stomach. They were both breathing heavy. Ethan knew he should move. He knew he was supposed to detach himself from this man, to keep that well implemented distance between them, but he couldn’t find the energy – nor the inclination – to move.
By the time the world stopped spinning, Ethan had no idea how much time had passed, but the light stroke of Beau’s callused fingers down his back was soothing him into sleep and he wasn’t quite ready for that.
Forcing himself up, his muscles immediately argued with his brain’s decision, but he ignored them. He needed to get a wash cloth and dispose of the condom. Maybe after that he could return to the warmth of Beau’s arms.
When Beau abruptly shifted off of the bed as soon as Ethan was off of him, he wondered if maybe he was already in over his head.
And worse, he wondered if he was the only one.
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Beau wasn’t sure whether he was going to be able to walk, but somehow he managed to drag himself to a sitting position. That had to count for something.
When Ethan had bolted for the edge of the bed, Beau knew he’d be looking at the front door within minutes, and the last thing he wanted to do was to appear overeager to stay. Because he wasn’t interested in waiting for Ethan to give him the boot, he figured he had better get his head on straight.
He was still reeling from the overwhelming feeling of Ethan inside of him. Holding him close, feeling his heartbeat against his chest, for a brief moment, Beau could actually imagine what it would be like to wake up every day to this man. To kiss him each morning and every night. To hold him in his arms and make love to him for the rest of his life.
And then, all too quickly, Ethan was gone.
“Hey,” Ethan said from where he stood beside the bed, his words unusually gentle. Maybe the guy didn’t want to let him down too hard. That was something at least.
Peering over his shoulder, he noticed Ethan standing beside the bed. Lifting one eyebrow was about all he could muster because that second orgasm had zapped every ounce of strength he had left, but he continued to stare at Ethan over his shoulder.
“How about a shower?”
Was it just him or did Ethan sound a little uncertain? Maybe Beau had read him wrong. Maybe he hadn’t been jumping out of the bed to get away from him after all.
Nodding, he forced himself to his feet and insisted that his legs carry him around to the other side of the bed. Since Ethan was still standing there staring at him, Beau stopped in front of him.
Ethan took one tentative step closer, the clearly cut muscles of his bicep flexing as he lifted his arm. The next thing Beau knew, his hand was in Ethan’s and much like earlier, he was following him. Only this time they were going to the bathroom.
Once inside the oversized room, Beau admired the black and silver décor while Ethan disappeared. The shower water came on, and that’s when Beau realized the shower was discreetly tucked away behind the wall. Making his way around, he found himself standing in what had to be a six-foot by six-foot room without a door. The walls, ceiling, and floor were tiled in large, gray slate squares, and there were two shower heads on adjacent walls and a rain-shower head in the ceiling.
“Nice,” he whispered.
He hadn’t meant to say anything at all.
“Come here.” Ethan beckoned him with a finger, and Beau obeyed.
Walking beneath the spray, he fully expected the water to be cold, but he was pleasantly surprised. Ethan must’ve noticed his reaction. “On-demand water heater,” he explained with a mischievous grin.
Beau smiled
back, the uncertainty from earlier dissipating into thin air.
And when Ethan pulled him flush against his body, Beau groaned. God, the man felt so fucking good. Every hard plane of his body, every sinful angle, seemed to fit perfectly against Beau. Letting his hands roam, Beau wrapped his arms around Ethan and moved in for a kiss, his hands sliding over the smooth, wet skin of his back.
“I promise, I didn’t bring you in here to seduce you,” Ethan said with a smile when he pulled away long minutes later.
“I’m not complaining,” Beau answered with a rough chuckle.
Ethan reached for a bottle sitting on the shelf and proceeded to pour a handful of what appeared to be shampoo into his hand. “Turn around.”
Beau raised an eyebrow, bewildered. He’d never showered with a man before. Actually, he’d never showered with anyone before so, needless to say, he didn’t know what was expected of him. At the most, he lasted maybe five minutes in his own shower.
“Another first?” Ethan asked directly.
Beau’s only response was to nod his head.
“Not even I understand why I like being the first for you,” Ethan mumbled, the proclamation laced with what sounded like confusion.
Beau’s heart swelled, threatening to fill up his entire chest cavity. This was a side of Ethan he didn’t know existed. The other side of that carefully erected wall that Ethan presented to the world. And despite Ethan’s declaration, Beau had to remind himself not to get too close too fast. As it was, he knew he would easily fall in love with Ethan. Hell, he was more than a little bit there already.
Unable to speak, he pressed another kiss to Ethan’s lips, seeking the warmth and reassurance that he found in this man’s arms.
“Turn around,” Ethan instructed again and this time Beau complied.
“Move back under the water.”
Beau inched backward beneath the shower spray until he was once again flush with Ethan’s body, back to chest.
“Ok, now move forward again.”
Beau laughed but did as he was told.
Tenacious fingers were suddenly in his wet hair, kneading his scalp in the most sensual way. He clamped his mouth closed to keep from groaning out in ecstasy. Several minutes later, Ethan was pulling him back under the water, the soap rinsing out of his hair and down his body. Once the suds all seemed to have washed away, Ethan was pressed up against him again, this time his mouth was on the back of his neck and instinctively, Beau reached around behind him and clasped onto Ethan’s firm thigh to steady himself.
That simple touch, Ethan’s lips against his neck, had his body forgetting all about the sheer exhaustion from earlier and instantly hoping for a replay. His muscles were no longer tired; the nerve endings were sparking like they were gearing up for a marathon.
With his other hand, Beau reached behind him and gripped the back of Ethan’s head, holding him closer, never wanting him to stop. Ethan’s hands slid around his body, his palms caressing his chest slowly.
“I figured for sure you’d be sore,” Ethan said softly, his mouth close to Beau’s ear.
“You’d think,” he said, unable to find words. Truthfully, his ass was a little sore, but not in a bad way. It was a constant reminder of the most incredible experience of his entire life.
Twisting in the circle of Ethan’s arms, Beau turned to face him, cupping Ethan’s face with his hands and leaning in to kiss him. What he expected to be laced with the ferocity of their renewed need turned out to be gentle and tender and… oh, God. Beau pushed Ethan up against the tile wall and crushed his body against his.
Ethan’s fingers were digging deep into the muscles of his back.
When they had to finally come up for air, Beau took a step back and smiled at Ethan. “Turn around.”
A knowing smirk was the last thing he saw on Ethan’s face before he turned instantly to face the wall. Grabbing the same bottle Ethan had used earlier, Beau filled his palm with shampoo and proceeded to wash Ethan’s hair, paying particular attention to his scalp the same way Ethan had him. Not content with stopping there, Beau grabbed the bar of soap that was sitting in the soap dish and inserted it between his hand and Ethan’s skin. From there, he worked the bar into a lather over his skin, paying close attention to every angle and crevice.
As he went, Beau studied the tattoo across Ethan’s back. He could easily read the words now, and he recognized them as a Shakespeare quote: This above all: to thine ownself be true. Beau was tempted to question Ethan about it, but decided against it for the time being. He had a feeling there was a deeper story associated with the selection, and he certainly wanted to understand what it was, but he also knew there was a time and place for everything.
Returning his attention to ensuring Ethan was squeaky clean, Beau moved the soap over his chest. When he worked his way down over Ethan’s stomach and lower, he was pleasantly surprised to notice Ethan’s cock was hard. “That feel good?” he whispered against Ethan’s ear, inhaling the musky scent of Ethan’s skin.
Without a response, Ethan’s head fell back, his cheek brushing against Beau’s as he held him there, allowing him to get closer. Still rubbing the bar of soap against Ethan’s cock, Beau used his other hand to grip Ethan’s chin, turning his head so he could easily access his mouth. Before he knew it, they were chest to chest once again, their mouths fused together as another explosive kiss detonated upon impact.
Beau had never known a kiss like Ethan’s. Nothing compared to this.
“We need to finish up here,” Ethan said when they broke apart a short while later.
“Worried we’ll run out of hot water?” Beau teased.
“No, I’m worried I’ll have you bent over in this shower.”
Beau didn’t see an issue with that scenario. In fact, a mental image sprang to mind, and he gripped the length of his cock.
Ethan retrieved the bar of soap from Beau’s hand and finished washing his own body and then took it upon himself to do the same to Beau. By the time he was clean, his legs were ready to give out, and his cock was a steel rod standing tall and proud between them.
After the water was shut off, Ethan grabbed two towels from a cabinet on the wall just outside of the shower and tossed one over to Beau. With brisk movements, he managed to dry himself in record time and was following Ethan back into the bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” Ethan asked, stopping halfway across the room.
“As a matter of fact…” Beau answered, and then all but tackled Ethan to the bed.
In a heap of arms and legs, Beau sought Ethan’s kiss, unable to get enough of the man as they lay skin to skin, this time Beau coming down over Ethan.
At this rate, Beau wasn’t sure they’d ever make it anywhere outside of Ethan’s bedroom.
And he damn sure wasn’t complaining.
Chapter Seventeen
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Ethan didn’t know whether it was the shower, Beau’s skilled ministrations, or just the fact that he was eager to slide his cock into Beau’s ass again, but he was ready to go again.
Now.
And there was an aggressive undertone to his need at this point.
With Beau’s weight pushing him into the mattress, Ethan took his kiss, his hands seeking the taut plains of Beau’s back, the firm curves of his ass. He needed more. A lot more.
He needed total submission.
Breaking the kiss, Ethan slid his finger into Beau’s mouth as he stared intently into his eyes. “Suck it.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand and the need was building faster, stronger.
Beau sucked his finger forcefully into his mouth, his lids lowering as his tongue curled around it. Ethan indulged only seconds before he pulled his finger from between Beau’s lips and then adjusted so that he could reach around between Beau’s firm ass cheeks, sliding the slippery digit inside.
“Fuck yes,” Beau moaned.
“Like that? Like when I shove my finger in your ass?”
Ethan had no idea what was spurrin
g the aggressive hunger, but he had the sudden urge to take Beau like an animal. Could’ve been because he’d exhausted his emotions earlier and the only thing left was a driving hunger.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t hold back.
Beau didn’t answer, but his growl of pleasure spurred Ethan on. Using his lower body, Ethan pushed Beau off of him, dislodging his finger from Beau’s ass as he went to retrieve another condom and the lube.
“On your hands and knees,” Ethan demanded and he divided his attention between rolling the latex over his throbbing dick and watching Beau climb on all fours.
“Fucking hot,” he mumbled. After lathering his dick with lube, Ethan climbed on the bed behind Beau, his cock in his hand as he prodded Beau’s asshole.
“I’m not going to be gentle this time,” Ethan growled.
“Don’t want gentle,” Beau answered, thrusting his hips back and practically impaling himself on Ethan’s dick.
“Awww, God,” Ethan groaned as the blistering heat of Beau’s ass engulfed him. “So fucking tight.”
Another ravenous growl erupted from Beau as he shoved back against him. Ethan tried to grip his hips, but at the moment, he was no match for Beau’s unbridled strength.
“Fuck me,” Beau groaned. “Hard and deep.”
Gripping Beau’s hips, Ethan slammed into him, halting his movements when he was lodged to the hilt. “Like that?”
“Harder.”
Ethan retreated slowly and slammed home again.
“Fuck yes.” Beau was trying to force himself onto Ethan’s cock, but Ethan refused to let him control this one. He felt as though he was going to fly apart, his need to dominate overwhelming him.
Ethan placed his hand in the center of Beau’s back and forced his chest down to the mattress. “Don’t move,” he demanded.
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