Ethan (Alluring Indulgence) (15 page)

Forcing
his head up, Beau looked down the length of his body, watching as Ethan sucked
him deep, their eyes meeting, locking.
Oh, fuck
. Gripping Ethan’s hair
roughly, Beau pulled his head up, causing his cock to slip from Ethan’s lips.

“I
can’t take it,” he groaned, his head falling back on the bed.

Without
releasing the pressure on Ethan’s hair, Beau urged him forward. When Ethan
began crawling over him, the sensual scrape of Ethan’s leg hair against his own
had Beau’s body tensing. It was… incredible.

It
didn’t take but a second for Ethan to get with the program, his body flush
against his as their mouths met once more.

“I
want to suck you,” Beau murmured against Ethan’s mouth. “I want your cock in my
mouth. I need to taste you.” He couldn’t hold back the words. It was as though
the anxiety was searching for a release, and the need to get closer to Ethan
was consuming him to the point he couldn’t shut up.

Ethan
nodded, a sexy smile on his lips. “Hold that thought.”

Beau
wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold anything. If Ethan kept tormenting him, he was
going to fly apart in a million different directions, and he didn’t even care
if the pieces were found.

Thank
fucking God!

Ethan
repositioned himself over Beau, only this time he was kneeling by his head, his
cock hovering directly above him. Now
this
position he could do. At
least he’d be able to distract himself with Ethan’s taste. Grabbing Ethan’s
hand because he couldn’t fucking wait for him to get on with it, Beau pulled
him so that he leaned over him in the sixty-nine position.

Beau
admired Ethan’s cock for longer than was probably necessary before sucking him
into his mouth. The musky scent of his sex made him light-headed, and the salty
taste of his skin exploded on his tongue, making him crave more of him.
Oh
hell.
He was smooth and hard, like granite covered in silk. Beau outlined
every ridge of Ethan’s cock with just his tongue, sliding along the underside
of his shaft before exploring the glans, and then sucking him completely into
his mouth.

Before
long, Beau found himself mimicking Ethan’s movements as Ethan delved lower,
their bodies adjusting so that Beau could suck Ethan’s balls into his mouth.
One at a time at first. Both of them together. He moaned his enthusiasm when
Ethan did the same. But then Ethan moaned, and the vibrations nearly made him
come.

Beau
wanted to explore, to learn Ethan’s body, to find out what he liked firsthand.
As he sucked steadily on Ethan’s balls, he ran his hands up the back of Ethan’s
thighs, the crisp hair tickling his palms. Unable to stop himself from
touching, he roamed higher until he gripped Ethan’s firm ass in both of his hands,
gently kneading his flesh.

“Fuck,
yes,” Ethan groaned, his mouth instantly disappearing from Beau’s cock. And
just like that, Ethan was gone from his grasp, no longer looming above him and
Beau looked up, suddenly wondering what he’d done wrong. Before he could ask,
Ethan was over him again, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock.

“As
much as I enjoyed that, there are some other things I want to do to you. And if
I’m not careful, you’ll make me come far too soon.”

“I
see no problem with that,” Beau replied with a grin.

As
it was, he was close to coming himself.

With
no interest in arguing further, Beau nodded. After all, he was content just
being here with Ethan. Holding him, letting his hands roam along his thickly
muscled back, Beau wasn’t sure he needed much more.

Although
his cock felt differently, pulsing in warning between them.

Ethan
leaned forward, pressing his lips to Beau’s mouth gently as he whispered, “Turn
over.”

Beau
knew from those two words alone that he probably wasn’t going to survive what
came next. His muscles all locked in anticipation, making it difficult to move,
but when Ethan eased off of him, Beau flipped himself over onto his stomach.

Ethan’s
warm breath caressed the back of his neck, over his shoulders, toward the
center of his back.
Oh, hell.
Who’d have thought his back was an
erogenous zone? The moist heat, the gentle lap of Ethan’s tongue over his skin…
“Fuck.”

Beau
wanted to feel the heat of his mouth lower, but he wasn’t about to press the
issue because what Ethan was doing felt so damn good. His cock was like a steel
rod, digging into the soft comforter beneath him as it was. A shiver ran up his
spine, making the hair on his head tingle as Ethan travelled lower, his mouth
raking across his sensitive, overheated skin.

“Mmmm,”
Ethan moaned as his tongue darted out to lick a trail down the center of Beau’s
back. “Put your arms up by your head.”

Arms.
Head. Right.

Beau
pulled his hands up, gripping the far side of the mattress’s edge, his arms
bent at ninety degree angles beside his head. The bed shifted and then Ethan’s
weight was on him, his thighs straddling his hips, his cock pressing against
his lower back.

Turning
his head to the side, Beau searched the room. He stopped on the image reflected
in the oversized mirror on the dresser which offered him an enticing view of
Ethan above him. He hissed in a breath. The sight was so fucking erotic, Beau
wasn’t sure he needed anything more than for Ethan to simply move.

Ethan
leaned down once more, his lips reconnecting with Beau’s neck, his body coming
to rest on top of him completely. “You feel so good against me,” Beau moaned,
only moderately embarrassed that the words had escaped his mouth.

“I
was thinking the exact same thing,” Ethan whispered as he ground his pelvis
against Beau’s ass, the hard ridge of his erection pressed between his ass
cheeks.

Fuck!
He wanted to spread his legs, to take Ethan inside his body. Screw the
foreplay, he just wanted Ethan to fuck him. Hard and deep.

When
Ethan began kissing another electric trail down his back, Beau knew that wasn’t
Ethan’s intention yet. As soon as Ethan’s warm tongue traced the crease of his
ass, Beau finally realized he didn’t care anymore how fast Ethan intended to
go.

His
body shuddered violently as Ethan’s hands gripped his ass, his thighs
bracketing Beau’s legs, making it impossible to move.

“Have
you ever been licked here by a man?” Ethan asked, his tongue delving between
his ass cheeks.

“Fuck!”
Beau exclaimed, the moist heat from Ethan’s mouth against the sensitive skin
had him bucking beneath him. It wasn’t like he could answer, but if he could,
Beau would tell him no. He’d dreamed about Ethan doing it, but never had he
experienced the euphoric sensation for himself. Not like this. Only with a
woman and that didn’t hold a candle to this.

“I
take that as a no,” Ethan stated with a chuckle.

“No,”
Beau confirmed, not quite sure how he found the breath to speak.

“Don’t
move. I promise, it gets much better.”

Beau
wasn’t even sure that was possible. As it was, the stimulation was beyond
anything he’d ever felt. Nothing compared to the feel of the gentle scrape of
Ethan’s stubble against his over sensitized skin or the rasp of his callused
hands, or the wet heat of Ethan’s tongue as he teased him. 

Ethan’s
weight was now fully on his legs, his cock nestled against the back of Beau’s
calves. Beau wasn’t able to tear his gaze off of the mirror. He had an
unobstructed view of Ethan kneeling over him, his mouth sliding between his ass
cheeks as he forced them apart, exposing his most private area.

The
gentle teasing had Beau’s muscles threatening to lock up, and when Ethan’s
tongue slid over his puckered hole, Beau nearly launched off of the bed.

There
was movement and Ethan was inserting himself between Beau’s legs, forcing his
knees apart. “Open wider.”

Beau
gladly pushed his legs apart, only to have an electrical spark pulse in the
head of his dick as soon as that exquisite touch returned. Ethan’s tongue
searched his ass, licking unhurriedly before slowly pushing inside of him.

“Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck,” Beau yelled, trying to force his hips backward, anxious to feel
Ethan deeper. He wanted Ethan to fuck him with his tongue, hard and fast. “E,”
Beau begged.

Ethan’s
hands tightened on his ass cheeks, forcing them open even more before his head
dipped lower. From Beau’s perch on the bed, he could see Ethan in the mirror
and watching the guy tongue fuck him was enough to have pre-cum leaking from
the head of his dick.

“E.
Oh, fuck,” Beau said. “I –” A violent eruption started at the base of his
spine, radiating outward, threatening to pull him under and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do to stop it because the sensation of Ethan’s tongue fucking
his asshole was far too great to control. Forcing his hand beneath his body,
Beau tried to stem his release, but it felt so damn good, he couldn’t stop
himself.

“Fuck!”
he yelled in warning as he came in his own fucking hand.

Ethan’s
abrupt movement left Beau feeling cold, but before he could even question what
he was doing, Ethan was back with a towel, sliding his hand beneath Beau to help
him clean up.

Beau
was tempted to apologize, but he couldn’t get words to form. His brain was
still fuzzy. He’d just come from Ethan’s tongue.

In
his ass.

Instead
of apologizing, he groaned.

Beau
heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing and then Ethan was once again
on top of him. Beau turned his head the opposite way, trying to search for a
way to see Ethan that wasn’t through the reflective glass of the mirror, but it
didn’t work.

Ethan’s
heated breath was once again by his ear, his rough, husky voice whispering
softly. “I need to be inside you,” Ethan said breathlessly. “Right now.” Ethan
was grinding his cock against Beau’s ass, causing him to shift backward,
wanting desperately to feel Ethan inside of him.

“God,
yes,” Beau said by way of answer, wishing Ethan would just drive his cock deep
inside of him.

“Turn
over,” Ethan instructed and then the bed was shifting, Ethan’s glorious weight
no longer holding him against the mattress.

Confused
at first, Beau managed to force himself over onto his back, glancing down the
length of his body to where Ethan was standing at the side of the bed. With one
hand he was sliding a condom over his cock, the other was holding what appeared
to be a bottle of lube.

Dropping
his head back against the bed, Beau stared at the ceiling, watching the
leisurely turn of the ceiling fan, gripping his cock in his hand. He was hard
again. How that was possible, he didn’t know. He’d just come in his own hand
like a damned teenager and now he was hard as steel from just looking at Ethan.

And
if he’d thought that was intense, he could only imagine how incredible this was
going to be.

♂♂

Ethan
felt as though he were suspended from a single-fiber thread, one that wasn’t
strong enough to carry the weight of his hair, much less his body. He was going
to snap any second and watching Beau gasp for breath as he came down from his
orgasm certainly wasn’t helping.

With
measured movements, Ethan made his way back onto the bed, hovering above Beau.
Once he felt the warmth of Beau’s muscular body against his thighs, he had to
fight the urge to slam into him, to plunge his dick into the scalding heat of
his ass in one barbaric thrust.

He
couldn’t do that though. He had to be easy with Beau.

Gritting
his teeth, he slid his stiff cock along Beau’s, then down over his balls,
teasing them both briefly. Using his left hand, he lifted Beau’s right leg,
opening him up to Ethan’s gaze and the blunt head of his dick. Forcing his attention
away from the titillating sight of Beau’s puckered hole, Ethan peered up at
Beau. His hooded eyes were just as focused on what was going on between his
legs as Ethan had been.

An
unexpected growl erupted from Beau’s chest, his hands clenching at his sides
before their eyes met. “Fuck me,” he begged in that sexy, husky voice and Ethan
was even more tempted to slam himself home.

Sliding
the head of his cock lower, he circled Beau’s asshole, applying minimal
pressure. He wasn’t going to sink into him just yet, but shit, he wanted to.
Propping Beau’s leg on his shoulder, Ethan grabbed the lube, pumped a small
amount into his hand and proceeded to coat two fingers.

As
he continued to divide his attention between Beau’s face and the enticing
entrance into his body, Ethan slid one finger inside of him slowly. “Does that
feel good?” he asked as he thrust his finger in and out of his ass with gentle
strokes.

“Need
more,” Beau begged, dropping his head onto the bed.

“Watch
me,” Ethan told him.

When
Beau was once again focused on what Ethan was doing, he slowly added a second
finger. “You’re so fucking tight,” Ethan said as Beau’s ass gripped his
fingers. “Relax.”

“I
need to feel your cock inside me,” Beau said, his voice coming out impatient
and strangled.

“I’m
getting there, baby,” Ethan crooned, scissoring his fingers gently. He didn’t
want to hurt Beau.

Unable
to maintain his slippery grasp on his own control, Ethan pulled his fingers out
and stroked his cock once, twice, before taking the lube and squirting some
over Beau’s asshole. An enthusiastic rumble escaped from his chest as he leaned
forward, forcing Beau’s leg farther back, opening him more as he slid the head
of his dick against the tight, slippery hole.

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.

♂♂

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.