Ethan (Alluring Indulgence)

by Edwards, Nicole

  Beau grinned, a sexy smirk that had fire erupting in Ethan’s groin. His cock was paying close attention as well.

  “Good. Then I want you naked. Now.” Beau insisted, that sexy authoritative cadence making Ethan’s head spin.

  “Sounds like the best plan you’ve had all day.”

  Beau winked at him, another move that had Ethan’s entire body trembling with urgency.

  To Ethan’s surprise, Beau didn’t move, just continued to brace himself against the counter, his full attention focused on him. Slowly, while he watched every nuance of Beau’s expression, Ethan managed to pull his shirt off and then unhook his belt buckle.

  Before he could go further, Beau crooked his finger and said, “Come here.” Beau followed the gesture with a subtle nod of his head, and Ethan moved closer, stopping when they were just a breath apart.

  Beau glanced away briefly, and Ethan found himself reaching up to touch his face. “Look at me.”

  Beau met his gaze again, his brown eyes darker than before. Was it lust that made them turn molten? Or was it something else?

  “I need you to touch me,” Ethan stated firmly, wondering if Beau had rethought his need to control this.

  Ethan’s voice wasn’t as demanding as he would’ve liked and he was pretty sure he’d shocked Beau as well. That or Beau’s dominant side was just begging to come out because the next thing he knew, he was in Beau’s arms, their lips pressed together in a kiss that was so gentle, his bones turned to mush.

  “I wanted to spend the entire night kissing you last night,” Beau mumbled against his lips, his fingers running up the back of his neck and cradling his head. “I dreamed about this. About you.”

  “Yeah?” Ethan was breathless already.

  “All night. I was tempted to crawl out of bed and come back just so I could hold you in my arms and…” Beau let the sentence trail off and Ethan pulled back slightly so he could look Beau in the eye.

  “And what?”

  Beau shook his head and pulled Ethan closer, but Ethan managed to pull away, inserting another small amount of space between their bodies. The steam from the shower had slowly filled the bathroom, causing the mirror to fog, and the room to warm several degrees. In an attempt to move things along, Ethan unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips.

  “Tell me. What did you want to do?” Ethan was unable to suppress the needy growl as he kept his eyes locked with Beau’s.

  “I wanted to make love to you,” Beau growled, the shyness in his voice evident, but it was mixed with something that sounded like hunger.

  Ethan immediately realized what Beau was getting at. He wanted to make love to Ethan, which meant… Ethan wouldn’t be the top.

  The idea sent a chill down his spine, another bout of anticipation erupted in his gut. God, he wanted to feel Beau, to have him buried to the hilt inside of him until they were one. Truthfully, it’d been a long time since Ethan had been the bottom and he bet…

  Shit.

  Beau had never…

  Ethan gripped Beau’s t-shirt, jerking him forward until their bodies collided and he crushed their lips together, his tongue seeking admission into Beau’s delectable mouth. Beau had never penetrated another man. And Ethan was going to be his first.

  “Get naked,” Ethan growled. “I want to feel every fucking inch of you against my skin.”

  Pushing away, Ethan stumbled in an attempt to pull his own boots off, but finally managed to undress himself without face-planting on the floor. He considered that a good thing.

  And when Beau was naked too, Ethan would consider that the best possible thing that could happen to him.

  Chapter Twenty Three

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  Beau would be the first to admit that he loved the hell out of Ethan’s inability to conceal what he was feeling in front of him. It didn’t matter if the man considered himself guarded or not, his true feelings shone like a beacon in his beautiful smoky blue eyes. Beau had been a little self-conscious about admitting what he wanted from Ethan, but somehow he’d found the words.

  There were a lot of things he’d said tonight that had shocked him. Beau had always been the quiet one, the third wheel so to speak, and now that he was addressing this relationship with Ethan head on, he was finding things about himself that he hadn’t known. Things that he liked.

  Like dominating Ethan.

  Although somewhere in the last few minutes, it seemed as though Ethan had forgotten who was actually in charge here.

  Beau didn’t forget.

  Once Ethan was naked, Beau just stared at him, admiring his sexy body.

  “Naked, Beau.” Ethan’s voice held an urgent edge, but Beau managed to refrain from reacting.

  Tonight belonged to him. Ethan belonged to him.

  And now was an excellent time to show Ethan what that actually meant.

  “Undress me.” Fuck. Had he really just said that?

  Ethan’s dark eyebrow lifted, but he grinned devilishly and Beau’s skin prickled with awareness.

  Since the moment he had stepped foot into Ethan’s house tonight, he’d been aware of Ethan. Everything he said, every move he made. It was all cataloged in his brain because he’d been cautiously feeling out the situation. After what happened earlier at the shop and then the scene at Moonshiners, Beau had fully expected Ethan to be on edge. He hadn’t been wrong.

  That was the main reason he had taken control. This could’ve easily turned into harsh, take-what-you-want fucking, but Beau hadn’t wanted that. Ok, that was only partially true. He’d fantasized about bending Ethan over and fucking him until they were both insane from the need. But he knew there was a time and place for everything. Pulling Ethan back from the ledge had been his main priority tonight.

  And so far, it seemed to be working.

  Beau helped Ethan out by toeing off his boots and then pulling his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. But the rest he would leave to Ethan.

  He didn’t have to wait long. Ethan made short work of ridding the rest of his clothes, making sure to drive Beau fucking crazy as he let his hands brush against his swollen cock more than necessary.

  As soon as Beau was completely naked, Ethan took one step back, but Beau reached for him instantly. Backing him through the open bathroom to the shower, he pulled him close and cupped Ethan’s face in his hands. He didn’t kiss him, nor did he divert his eyes. He was reading everything in Ethan’s expression, every flash of awareness in his blue-gray gaze. There was a combination of worry, heat, lust, and something else he couldn’t name.

  He wanted all of it. Everything Ethan had to give him. And as he had already informed Ethan, he fully intended to take it.

  Beau wanted to eradicate the worry, to shield Ethan from all of the pain he’d obviously endured, and to absorb every ounce of the passion he could feel emanating from him. He wanted to show him what it meant to be open, to share himself with someone because no matter what, Beau knew Ethan didn’t open himself up. Whatever he kept buried deep, Beau wanted to find a way to get Ethan to share. More importantly, he wanted to love Ethan. With everything that he was.

  And he had already begun to fall hard for the man.

  Everything in him was screaming that it was a lousy idea, but he couldn’t stop himself. Every waking moment was spent thinking about him, wanting to be closer than the last time, to understand what made Ethan tick. And this was his opportunity, his one chance to do things right.

  Based on Ethan’s initial response when he arrived, it was evident that Ethan had planned to turn tonight into something Beau wasn’t willing to take part in. Ethan didn’t seem interested in the emotions that tethered them together, although they were undeniable. Sure, the fires of lust were burning out of control, but Beau felt something deeper. He’d felt it the first time he had kissed Ethan and every time after.

  Tonight he knew Ethan needed that something more that they shared, even if he wouldn’t verbally agree.

  Pushing Ethan slowly beneath th
e shower spray, he continued to watch him. When Ethan tried to pull him closer, he resisted, using brute force to keep his distance because the draw of this man was so powerful, he had a difficult time resisting.

  After running his knuckles over Ethan’s cheek, Beau cupped his neck with one hand, the other sliding over his hip and around to his back. The smooth, warm skin he found there drew him closer. “I need to touch you,” Beau said, his voice barely discernible over the shower water.

  Beau backed Ethan up until his back touched the tiled shower wall. The anticipation he saw on Ethan’s face had Beau’s entire body responding eagerly. Ever so slowly, he slid his hands to Ethan’s chest, the water sluicing between his fingers as it caressed Ethan’s hard body, the same way Beau intended to do.

  With his mouth.

  “Don’t move,” Beau commanded, keeping his voice light and gentle, but the demand clear.

  He loved the way Ethan’s eyes lit up, a hint of surprise in those smoky blue depths, maybe?

  “I’ve wanted to explore you for far too long,” Beau said, the words coming out easier than he expected.

  It was true, he was nervous. He wanted to explore Ethan in ways he’d only dreamed about, but he was self-conscious too. He’d never done this before. Not with a man anyway. And never had he been this hyped up before. He’d had a number of lovers in his life, but his one-on-one encounters were non-existent – well, unless you considered awkward, almost-there moments that Beau had graciously backed out of on a couple of occasions because he had found he wasn’t as attracted to the women he had been with as he hoped. Hell, he’d never been as attracted to anyone as much as he was to Ethan.

  “Touch me,” Ethan whispered. “Please.”

  There was no way Beau could refuse him, even if he was the one who was holding the reins.

  Sliding his palms down Ethan’s slick chest, he absorbed every ridge of muscle through his smooth skin, memorizing the feel of him. His chest was wide, the muscles solid. As he moved lower, he leaned in, pressing his mouth to Ethan’s stubble shadowed jaw before gliding his lips down his neck, over his collarbone, then his chest, taking a moment to tease one nipple the way Ethan had done to him the day before.

  When Ethan groaned, Beau’s body perked up, eager to please him in every way.

  Working his way down Ethan, Beau lowered himself to his knees until he was eye level with Ethan’s beautiful cock. He dared to look up, wanting to see the expression on Ethan’s face. The bliss he saw there made his cock throb.

  Returning his attention to his task, Beau gripped Ethan’s long, thick shaft, stroking slowly, mesmerized by the man’s sexy body. When Ethan’s legs loosened, his body relaxing into the wall, Beau inched forward, darting his tongue out to lick the glistening tip of Ethan’s cock. The deep, guttural moan that rumbled up from Ethan’s chest was a reward all in itself. Keeping his eyes locked on Ethan’s face, Beau stroked him slowly, the water easing his way.

  Without further thought, Beau leaned in and sucked the engorged head into his mouth, swirled his tongue slowly around the bulbous tip before pulling him deep into his mouth.

  “Fuck,” Ethan growled, his fingers sliding into Beau’s hair, sending shards of sensation coursing down his spine. “Beau.”

  Beau loved the way Ethan said his name. Wanted to hear it again and again.

  He continued to work Ethan’s cock with slow, deep pulls of his mouth, taking him deeper, sucking him harder, keeping his movements controlled. He wasn’t rushing this. He wanted to savor every taste, every sound from Ethan. He’d relive this moment time and time again in his dreams he was sure.

  “That’s it,” Ethan groaned. “Suck me just like that. Slow.”

  Beau released Ethan’s cock with an audible “pop” before sliding his tongue down the underside as he stroked with one hand, the other planted solidly on Ethan’s muscular thigh. He reveled in the way the muscles bunched as Ethan tried to get Beau where he wanted him.

  Dipping down, Beau lifted Ethan’s dick and then laved his balls with his tongue, one then the other before returning and sucking each one into his mouth. He remembered the way Ethan had done it, the moist heat driving him wild and he was bound and determined to push Ethan just a little further.

  “Fuck yes, Beau. God, your mouth is so good.” Ethan’s raspy tenor slid over him, enveloping him like a physical caress.

  He continued to torment Ethan leisurely, enjoying the raw sounds, the sharp sting in his scalp as Ethan’s fingers tugged roughly but sensually. After long minutes, he pulled back, letting Ethan’s cock slide out from his lips, but keeping his hand tightly around him, stroking gently.

  Using his free hand, Beau gripped Ethan’s hip and stared up at him. “Turn around.”

  To Ethan’s credit, he didn’t ask questions, just turned around to face the wall, his cock jerking ever so slightly in Beau’s hand.

  When Ethan’s perfectly sculpted ass was in front of Beau, he released Ethan’s dick and gripped both of his hips in his hands, holding him still and pressing his mouth to one strong, muscled cheek, then the other.

  Sliding his 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’re driving me crazy,” Ethan groaned as he pushed his ass back toward Beau.

  “That’s the plan,” Beau laughed, gripping Ethan’s ass tightly before separating his ass cheeks 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’s finger.

  Beau had other ideas.

  He remembered what Ethan had done to him, the way he’d ravished his ass with his tongue and he wanted to return the pleasure. Pulling him back so that he was farther from the wall, Beau then put one hand on Ethan’s back, forcing him to bend over.

  “Now don’t move.”

  “No promises,” Ethan responded with a laugh, followed promptly by a tortured groan when Beau went to work on him with his tongue. He alternated between fucking his ass with his tongue and nipping his ass cheeks until Ethan was writhing and thrusting back against him, his moans shattering the otherwise silence of the bathroom.

  “Beau! Fuck! Not yet!”

  Knowing exactly what Ethan was trying to tell him, Beau stopped suddenly, squeezing Ethan’s ass with his hands as he made his way to his feet once again. Once he was fully upright, Beau grabbed the bar of soap and proceeded to wash them both, wanting to get out of the shower because there was so much more he wanted to do, but the water and the hard tiled floor wasn’t conducive to what he had in mind.

  When Ethan grinned back at him, he had to wonder whether the guy could read minds.

  If that was the case, then Ethan should be fully aware that tonight was going to last a long, long time.

  Chapter Twenty Four

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  Ethan didn’t rush Beau, didn’t beg, didn’t plead – although he wanted to. He was absolutely enraptured by the man. Everything he did seemed to be with the utmost care and attention, not to mention curiosity. Beau worked his body into a frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known, and Ethan knew that in itself should’ve scared him, but for some reason he felt safe with Beau. He could’ve told Beau that having him there right at that moment was all he needed. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

  Hell, he could barely speak as it was.

  Watching Beau, noting his tentative movements, the way he studied him was fucking hot as hell. Knowing he was the first man Beau had ever been with in this capacity was thrilling and wondrous, and he wasn’t just referring to the sex. The intimacy was what Ethan had noted. The closeness he felt with Beau brought out his possessive instincts, making him want to hide Beau away for the rest of their days and ensure that he was the only man who would ever get this close to him.

  It scared him senseless, but the emotional sensations were almost stronger than the physical ones, and it was more than he coul
d handle. He forced the thoughts away because it was too much for him to contemplate what that actually meant.

  When Beau shut off the water, grabbing one of the towels from the cabinet before returning to dry him off, he thought he might just slide into a puddle on the tiled floor right along with the remaining water.

  “Tonight, it’s my turn,” Beau reminded him, cupping his face as he stared back at him.

  Ethan nodded, unsure what to say. He was putty in Beau’s hands, something that had never happened to him before.

  Once they were back in the bedroom, Ethan allowed Beau to lead him to the bed. This time there was no brief, although very satisfying, detour. It was a straight shot and Ethan followed, trying not to run.

  “On the bed,” Beau instructed and a full body shiver wracked Ethan, making his scalp tingle. The bold yet gentle sound of Beau’s voice made his dick hum with anticipation.

  It took Ethan a moment to get his legs to fully cooperate, but once he did, he managed to situate himself in the center of the bed, propping himself up on pillows as he grinned back at Beau. The man was sex personified, and the astonishing part, he had absolutely no idea. Every move he made was grace laced with power, barely restrained energy that made his entire body flex and strain so beautifully.

  Sexy as fuck.

  Beau returned his smile before climbing up on the bed between his legs and instantly lowering his mouth to Ethan’s cock and damn near blowing his mind with the warmth that engulfed him. His hands once again gripped Beau’s tousled blond hair, holding him tight in an effort to hang on.

  “Feels so good,” he said on a groan, wanting to ensure he told Beau everything he was feeling. He could see the hesitancy in his dark brown gaze, could feel the tentative touch of his hands. Beau knew what he wanted to do, but Ethan got the impression he was unsure of himself.

  Beau’s body tensed ever so slightly and then he was once again sucking Ethan’s cock into the furnace of his mouth. Hard then soft, soft then hard, over and over until Ethan was ready to explode. He held off for as long as he could, intently focused on Beau’s ministrations until he couldn’t take anymore. “Stop. God, stop! I don’t want to come yet.”