Ethan (Alluring Indulgence) (14 page)

When
Ethan managed to free Beau’s cock from his jeans, he was almost positive his
ability to remain upright was about to be robbed from him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned,
his head thumping against the glass he was pressed up against. “Fuck. Ethan.”

Beau’s
entire body was strung tight as a bow, the various sensations mixing into one
and he prayed he’d be able to keep himself together. He damn sure didn’t want
it to end just yet but if Ethan continued to massage his cock with skilled,
measured strokes, he wasn’t going to be able to promise him anything.

“Does
that feel good?” Ethan asked, his lips lingering on Beau’s neck, leaving a
trail of burning kisses along the sensitive skin.

“God,
yes.”
Better than good.
“Ethan,” he moaned.

“I’ve
wanted to touch you for so long,” Ethan said, his lips leaving trails of
blazing fire along his throat as his thumb stroked over the sensitive head of
his cock, making him crazy. “I’ve fantasized about what you taste like, how hot
you’ll be in my mouth. But before I get to that, I’m going to take my time.”

“If
you’re expecting this to last, you might wanna slow down now.” The words
sounded strangled coming out as he fought for air and Beau couldn’t even open
his eyes, the feeling was so intense.

Ethan
chuckled, the vibrations sending additional shards of pleasure coursing through
him.

Beau
managed to force his eyes open so he could look to see what was at the top of
the stairs. He wanted to go up there. Whatever it was, he prayed he’d have the
option of sitting down because… “Fucking hell.”

One
of Ethan’s hands had slipped beneath his shirt, the rough pads of his fingers
scraping over his skin, moving higher until Ethan was pinching his nipple.

“I
want to taste you. All of you,” Ethan said as he stared back at him, his hand
still beneath his shirt as he forced it upward. “Take this off.”

Beau
didn’t argue, just gripped a handful of his shirt behind his head and pulled it
up and off. When Ethan’s breath caught, Beau’s body tightened even more.
Returning his gaze to Ethan’s face, the approving look had Beau once again
searching for air.

Ethan’s
hands returned to his chest, his palms flat as he trailed them downward over
his pecs, his abs, and then returning to his cock.

“E,
I can’t take much more,” he warned him.

“We’re
just getting started,” Ethan said confidently, his mouth latching onto his
nipple as soon as the words were out.

“That’s
what you think,” Beau groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He
wanted this to last forever, but at this rate, he was going to come in Ethan’s
hand. And as much as he liked that idea, he knew he had to exert just a minimal
amount of control.

When
Ethan’s lips returned to his, Beau took two handfuls of Ethan’s shirt and
lifted, breaking the kiss only long enough to remove the interfering garment.
Once that was out of the way, they were pressed together, skin to skin, mouth
to mouth, and Beau realized suddenly that control was no longer a word in his
vocabulary.

As
though Ethan could sense just how close to the edge he was, he broke the kiss
as he took a step back, grabbing Beau’s hand as he moved to ascend what was
left of the stairs leading up.

Once
they made it to the second floor, Beau was momentarily distracted by the
amazing space. Ethan’s master bedroom was actually a loft that was probably
twice the size of Beau’s entire apartment. The glass and bamboo theme continued
up there, and the furniture was more contemporary than what had been downstairs.

The
posh, black, king-sized sleigh bed stood off to one side, positioned
appropriately to overlook the back yard, the surrounding trees and the pool,
which looked considerably bigger from the second floor. On the other side of
the room was a set of double doors and beyond that, Beau could see what
appeared to be a tiled shower. He didn’t even have time to consider what was on
the other side of the sliding glass door that appeared to lead outside.

With
Ethan still holding his hand, leading him closer and closer to the bed, Beau
was still trying to remember to breathe.

Trying
to take his mind off of what was about to happen, he admired Ethan’s sleek,
muscular back and what appeared to be a quote tattooed between his shoulder
blades. He wanted to get close enough to read the calligraphy scrolled neatly
over his spine, but couldn’t find the strength to push himself in that
direction.
Shit.
At this rate, Beau wasn’t sure he’d ever even make it
to the bed.

His
hands were shaking, his knees trembling. He felt like a teenager who’d never
done this before. Granted, he hadn’t done
this
before because nothing
compared to this. But it wasn’t like sex was new to him.

Then
again, he had a sneaking suspicion that sex with Ethan Walker was going to take
things to an entirely different level.

♂♂

Ethan
hadn’t been in a position like this one in… well, he wasn’t sure he’d
ever
been in a position like this one. Beau might not literally be a virgin, but
Ethan knew what they were about to share would be a first for Beau. Hell, a
first for both of them.

Ethan
didn’t make it a point to be with inexperienced men. Didn’t serve his purpose.
The encounters Ethan immersed himself in weren’t for the faint of heart. He
didn’t have emotional sex, wasn’t interested in being with someone who wanted
that. Yet here he was. And this was strangely the only place he wanted to be.

Only
with Beau.

Learning
that Beau had only been with one other man had struck a possessive chord inside
of Ethan, one so deep, he’d had a single moment of uncertainty. What kind of
man did it make him that Ethan wished he could erase that encounter so that he
could be Beau’s first? And what did that say about him?

Could
he actually go through with this? Would Beau understand how casual this was?
Would Ethan be able to remember that point as well?

No
matter what the answers to those questions were, his own selfishness had gotten
the better of him. Ethan wanted to be with Beau. More than he wanted his next
breath. So, once he made the decision, he vowed to put his own hunger on the
back burner temporarily because his ultimate goal was to please Beau. To make
this an experience he wouldn’t soon forget.

And
yes, maybe that was selfish on Ethan’s part as well.

Although
Ethan was trying to control his own need, he couldn’t deny how intensely
satisfying Beau’s reactions were. The sensual way he moved, moaned, said his
name. Every single response was fanning that flame that had ignited within him
months ago when this very same man had originally tempted him. Now that they
were upstairs in his bedroom, Ethan wanted to push Beau beyond the realm of ecstasy,
just to see how much he could take.

Leading
him to his bed, Ethan situated their positions so that Beau was forced to sit
on the edge of the mattress while Ethan took his place standing between his
legs. Like this, Ethan loomed over Beau, giving him a better advantage to
control the kiss he wanted. Tilting Beau’s head back with his hands cupping his
face, Ethan leaned over, aligning their mouths before thrusting his tongue deep
into Beau’s awaiting mouth.

The
guy could kiss.

And
the way Beau’s hands gripped Ethan’s hips as though he needed something to hold
him in place was profoundly satisfying. Ethan didn’t recall a lover who had
been as reluctant to touch as Beau, as though putting his hands on Ethan meant
so much more than mere physical gratification. But he liked the hell out of it.

And
to think that Ethan was the first guy Beau had ever shared this type of
experience with one-on-one… the mere thought had his cock jerking painfully
behind the zipper of his jeans. The only thing that could’ve possibly been
better was if Ethan had been Beau’s first
everything
.

Unfortunately,
from what he had learned, Zane had received that honor. Sucked that Zane
wouldn’t even know what a remarkable gift he’d been given.

But
Ethan wasn’t here to think about Zane and Beau. He wanted to be the only man
Beau thought about, the only man he ached for. That unfamiliar instinct to pull
Beau close and protect him with his life was still there, still lingering in
the back of his mind. He wanted to make Beau
his
. In every fucking way.

Ethan
hadn’t felt that way about anyone since...

Forcing
the thought away, Ethan focused on the thrill of Beau’s mouth beneath his own,
the forceful plunge of his tongue as they battled for dominance. The reassuring
squeeze of Beau’s hands on his hips.

Keeping
a leash on his hunger, as much as he could anyway, Ethan allowed himself to get
lost in the kiss, tasting, exploring. It wasn’t until Beau’s hands connected
with the fly of his jeans that he pulled back. Standing on shaky legs, he
glanced down his body, watching as Beau’s enormous hands easily worked the
button, then the zipper. Within seconds, Beau had freed his cock, the cool air
a significant contrast from the heat of Beau’s fingers. The sight of Beau’s
tanned hands against his cock had his pulse rate spiking. He’d imagined this,
dreamed about it even, but this was even more erotic than anything he could’ve
come up with.

When
Beau slowly wrapped his hand around his length, Ethan swallowed hard. “Oh,
yeah,” he groaned, forcing his gaze up to Beau’s face. “Stroke my cock,” he
urged softly. He wasn’t going to get carried away, but for the moment, he
couldn’t bring himself to stop Beau. The sensation was un-fucking-believable.

It
didn’t take long for Beau’s ministrations to become more than he could handle,
and Ethan found himself falling over on top of him, forcing him to release his
cock. It was that or get carried away.

They
were still partially dressed, jeans around their hips, boots still in place,
but Ethan couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. As their chests touched, the
warmth of Beau invaded his senses. Returning to his mouth, wanting to take his
kiss, to own it, Ethan ground his hips against Beau’s, their cocks sliding
against one another. Smooth and hot, Beau was rapidly reducing Ethan to nothing
more than a horny teenager.

“E,”
Beau groaned, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips and pulling him closer. “You feel
so good.”

Too
good, Ethan thought to himself. At this rate, they would both be spent before
they were ever naked.

Forcing
himself back, Ethan found the floor, his feet landing with a thud. Without
hesitating, he lifted one of Beau’s legs, yanking his boot from his foot before
doing the other, all the while he managed to toe off his own boots.

“I
need you naked,” Ethan ground out. Like that wasn’t already obvious.

Seconds
later, he had rid them both of their clothes, and Ethan found himself standing
there, his hand gripping his own cock, stroking slowly as he stared at Beau,
trying to memorize every breathtaking plane and angle of his phenomenal body.

It
was clear the guy spent hours and hours at the gym. Massive slabs of muscle
lined Beau’s chest, his shoulders, his arms.
And his thighs.
Lord have
mercy, the guy’s thighs were like tree trunks. By comparison, Ethan felt
smaller although he knew that was hardly the case. And he didn’t mind one
fucking bit. The idea of Beau overpowering him, taking him with all of the
strength he harbored was enough to make his blood boil.

From
Beau’s thick neck, to his wide shoulders, the sexy planes of his solid chest,
and the washboard abs, the man was male perfection. Ethan let his gaze linger a
little longer, attentively admiring the way Beau had eased his hand between his
own legs, stroking his thick cock and fondling his balls.

Meeting
Beau’s eyes again, Ethan smiled. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

Beau
blushed and the sight had something inside of him snapping. The guy had
absolutely no idea how sexy he was. Well, he was about to learn because Ethan
was going to show him.

Kneeling
on the edge of the mattress, Ethan crawled his way over Beau, pressing open
mouthed kisses along his thigh first, then his hip bone, making sure to avoid
his rigid cock. The way Beau sucked in a breath had Ethan’s skin tingling.

Making
his way farther up Beau’s body, Ethan traced upward over the awe inspiring “V”
that led to his huge cock. He then kissed along the center of Beau’s abs, that
narrow space between all of those well-defined muscles, higher, continuing
upward over his chest, his neck. And when he was fully over him, his knees
between Beau’s legs, his cock resting gently against Beau’s, Ethan smiled down
at him.

The
look of longing on Beau’s face and the way every muscle in his whole body was
hard had Ethan’s anxiety ratcheting up a notch. Or fifty. “You’re magnificent.”

Beau’s
wicked grin was the equivalent of a jackhammer, making Ethan’s body quake with
the need to fill him. But he had to take this slow. Ethan refused to push Beau
too far too fast.

Sliding
the knuckles of one hand along Beau’s cheek, he felt the golden stubble that he
could hardly see. Ethan leaned closer until their mouths were just a
hairsbreadth apart. He slid his hand beneath Beau’s head, gently cradling him
as he brought their mouths together.

The
warmth of Beau’s skin had the potential to scorch him, but Ethan couldn’t seem
to make himself move. Controlling this man and his pleasure was more than he
bargained for. On top, he could deepen the kiss as he wanted, easing back when
he needed, all the while sliding his body against Beau’s.

Being
the top in his relationships, Ethan was familiar with the urge to control. But
here, even though he appeared to be the dominant one, he had a feeling that he
was only fooling himself. Beau was an alpha male, always the one in charge,
even if he hid it from others. For some reason, Ethan wanted to submit to that
control, except for this first time, he knew he’d be the one leading the way.
It’s what he sensed Beau needed. What they both needed.

“Keep
this up and I’m going to flip our positions and take what I want,” Beau
murmured against his lips, sending a streak of lightning running down Ethan’s
spine.

Apparently
the guy was a mind reader too.

“For
now, it’s my turn,” Ethan told him, looking into those piercing brown eyes. “I
promise, you’ll have yours, all in due time.”

Beau
nodded, a sexy dimple forming in his left cheek as he placed his hand on the
back of Ethan’s head, his fingers strong, but not forceful. It was a
connection, not a demand, and Ethan found himself surrendering in ways he’d
never intended.

“And
now,” Ethan explained breathlessly, “I want to taste you. Every inch.”

Beau
shuddered, and Ethan’s dick pulsed between them. He loved Beau’s reactions, the
way he seemed to be pleased with everything Ethan did.

Figuring
he had tormented Beau enough, Ethan backtracked the way he’d come earlier,
letting his lips linger along his skin, his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping
until he had managed to reposition himself so that his mouth hovered just
inches from Beau’s gorgeous cock.

The
man was enormous, and he was proportionate in every way: from his muscular
arms, bulky thighs, broad chest and his glorious cock. Long and mouth-watering,
Beau had a cock that Ethan craved to feel against his tongue. He was pretty
sure he wouldn’t be able to take him as deep as he would want, but he damn sure
intended to try.

Using
the tip of his tongue, he flicked the head of Beau’s cock slowly, teasing him,
lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Beau’s hand trailed over
his head to the back of his neck where he caressed him gently, sending chills
over his skin. The guy was so gentle, yet so intense at the same time.

Unable
to help himself, Ethan lowered his lips over Beau’s cock, gripping the base
with one hand as he sucked him into his mouth. The wide, engorged head slid
past his lips, over his tongue as he pushed down, trying to take him deeper. He
was thick, nearly too wide to go far, but Ethan had never backed down from a
challenge before, he damn sure wasn’t going to start now. He bobbed slowly up
and down, relishing the taste of him, the smooth, velvety texture, the granite
hardness underneath.

As
he continued to tease him with his tongue and ultimately take him deeper, Ethan
gripped the base of Beau’s cock more firmly, stroking gently, not urgently. He
wanted to savor him, to learn every part of him with his mouth.

“Ethan,”
Beau groaned. “I –”

Ethan
had no idea what Beau was about to say, but he put forth every effort to please
him, sucking him hard and deep, but maintaining a punishingly slow rhythm.
After all, he wanted to make Beau come apart at the seams, but not immediately.

Not
until he was ready for him to.

♂♂

Beau
was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven.

The
sweet suction of Ethan’s mouth on his cock was nearly his undoing. Unlike
anything he’d ever felt before in his life. The soft slide of his tongue along
the engorged head, the gentle scrape of his teeth along the sensitive
underside. It was obvious Ethan was torturing him. And it was clear Beau had
been missing out on this his entire life.

God,
it was… so different. So intense. Aside from the one brief time with Zane, the
only thing Beau had to compare it to was the feel of a woman’s mouth and this
was vastly different. Better.

Ethan’s
big hands weren’t soft, but they were gentle. His grip on the base of his cock
was firm, unyielding. And he certainly knew exactly what to do to make Beau’s
breath race in and out of his lungs. Although Ethan’s mouth was still soft and
warm, his attention wasn’t as uncertain, not as tentative. That’s what he’d
been longing for.

Awww,
fuck.
Beau forced his head into the mattress, his body
bowing as Ethan continued to suck him fiercely, torturing him with every
lingering lap of his tongue, every stroke of his hand. Beau wanted nothing more
than to sit there and take every ounce that Ethan could dish out. But he wasn’t
going to last. It’d been too long and being skin to skin with Ethan was more
than he could’ve imagined. More than he even dreamed of.