Ethan (Alluring Indulgence) (26 page)

And
that’s exactly what Beau did with renewed intent, paying Ethan back for the
torment in the truck.

♂♂

Ethan
ground his molars together in an effort to keep from coming down Beau’s throat
as the man worked his dick furiously in his mouth. It had been a sneak attack
really, one that Ethan absolutely loved, but a sneaky move on Beau’s part
nonetheless.

As
he stood at the edge of the bed, Beau’s hand kneading his balls and making him
gasp for air while gripping his cock and sliding it in and out of his mouth,
Ethan was contemplating his next move. He wanted to crawl over Beau so he could
wrap his lips around Beau’s cock, but he couldn’t move. He was momentarily
trapped in the most satisfying pleasure he’d known for some time. Well, since
the last time they were together anyway.

Beau’s
mouth was…
Ahhh, hell
… fucking perfect.

Widening
his stance, he tilted his hips and began thrusting into the glorious heat of
Beau’s mouth while gripping his brawny chest for all he was worth.

“So
good, baby,” he groaned, unsure how much longer he’d be able to last. Not even
sure he wanted to last. “Keep it up and I’m going to come down your throat.”

Beau
seemed content with that because Ethan found himself being held firmly in place
when Beau wrapped his sturdy arms around his thighs as he continued to drive
his cock past his lips while Beau’s head hung upside down off the bed.

“I’m
serious, baby. It feels too damn good.” By now, Ethan could barely speak, but
he had to warn Beau because the telltale tingle had started at the base of his
spine, which meant he was about to lose it. “Oh, fuck yes. Beau, take me. All
of me.” Ramming his cock deeper, he felt the back of Beau’s throat caress the
head of his dick and his orgasm ripped through him, making his legs weak as he
came with a roar.

Unable
to hold himself up when Beau pulled him forward, Ethan tumbled onto the bed on
top of him. A few strategic moves and Beau was beneath him, face to face.

How
the hell had that happened? Beau handled him like he weighed nothing, and two
hundred ten pounds certainly wasn’t nothing.

“I
warned you,” Ethan mumbled, his body still lingering with the remnants of that
intense climax.

“You
did,” Beau agreed with a smile. “Totally worth it.”

Ethan
stared down at Beau, admiring that sexy smirk and the deep, rich brown of his
eyes. “Thank you.”

“For
what?”

“For
being you,” Ethan told him. “I’ve…” Ethan slammed his mouth shut, worried he
would say more than he meant and that would ruin things.

“Nuh-uh,”
Beau growled, forcing Ethan to his back and straddling his hips.

Beau
was heavy, but it was a comfortable weight above him, one he could seriously
get used to. One he feared he
was
getting used to.

Beau
once again changed positions so that he was kneeling between Ethan’s spread
thighs, his hard cock pressing into Ethan’s hip as he sprawled on top of him.
Ethan tried to pull him closer, to bear the full brunt of him, but Beau held
himself up on his arms.

“Don’t
want to crush you,” Beau whispered against his lips.

“Crush
me, please,” Ethan pleaded, wrapping his arms around him. “Just get closer.”

“You
want closer?” Beau laughed.

“Absolutely.”

Beau
nodded, but then his weight disappeared entirely, and Ethan lifted his head
enough to see Beau moving across the room, completely and gloriously naked. He
grabbed his bag from the floor and then rummaged through it, pulling out a box
of condoms and depositing them on the night table beside the bed.

“Lube?”
Ethan asked, laughing and sliding his hands behind his head, settling in for
the show.

“Never
underestimate me, Walker,” Beau said sternly, grinning deviously.

Never.
Ethan was quickly learning that Beau far surpassed most in the brains
department. How was it that he was always prepared, always one step ahead,
Ethan wasn’t sure.

Ethan
began idly stroking his cock as he watched Beau’s graceful movements, enjoying
the erotic sight of him naked, his still hard cock standing proudly from his
body, just begging for Ethan’s attention. And when Beau slid onto the bed
beside him, he planned to overwhelm him with affection, but Beau turned the
tables on him instantly, pulling him on top of him.

It
was Ethan’s turn to hold himself up, but Beau hugged him tightly with one arm
while pulling his head down so that their mouths met, eliminating the ability
to minimize his crushing weight from bearing down on him. Within seconds, the
kiss was hot enough to scorch the sun, and since Beau wasn’t complaining, Ethan
no longer gave a shit.

Ethan
was engrossed in the kiss, licking at Beau’s mouth, sucking his tongue gently,
then rougher. Over and over as he slid his hands beneath Beau’s head, holding
him tight, never wanting to let him go.

Ethan
moaned when Beau’s hands slid down his back, cupping his ass before separating
his cheeks and sliding one finger inside of him. He ground his hips against
Beau’s, his cock swelling, hardening again as Beau began fucking his ass with
one lubed finger.

When
did he get the lube?

Breaking
the kiss, Ethan rested on one elbow and stared down at Beau. “Fuck me harder,”
Ethan begged, spreading his legs and giving Beau better access, watching the
passion that consumed his lover. “Condom?” Ethan asked, grinding his hips back
against the invasion that was so intense he was beginning to sweat. “I want to
feel you inside me,” Ethan told him.

Beau
responded by cocking one blond eyebrow, the corner of his sinful mouth tilting
up as though telling him he had it covered. Crushing his mouth down on Beau’s
once again, Ethan positioned himself so that he straddled Beau’s hips. Once he
was where he needed to be, he broke the kiss and planted his hands on Beau’s
chest.

“Inside
me,” Ethan told him, reaching back behind him to help Beau guide his cock right
where he wanted him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Beau slid in, the initial pain
stealing his breath, but then replaced by nerve-searing friction.

“E,”
Beau growled, his hands clasping Ethan’s ankles gently as he thrust his hips up
slowly as Ethan lowered himself onto Beau.

“Tell
me, baby,” Ethan encouraged. “Tell me how it feels when I ride your cock.”

Beau
didn’t tell him like he’d asked, but the look on his face was unmistakable.
There was rapture mixed with something much, much deeper. Something Ethan
grabbed onto, pulling it deep inside and letting it fill that cold, dark space
inside of him. He was pretty sure it was love, and even if Beau never spoke the
words, Ethan knew. He felt it, and in all of his life he had never felt
something this perfect, this all-consuming.

It
still scared him shitless, but he managed to evade the oppressive, frustrating
worry. At least for the time being.

Lifting
and lowering, Ethan rode Beau’s cock as he watched him, their eyes speaking
everything that their mouths couldn’t. “Fuck me, Beau,” Ethan groaned, wanting
to watch Beau come.

Placing
his hands flat on the mattress beside Beau’s head, Ethan lifted his ass, giving
Beau room to thrust up into him, which he did with delicious, forceful strokes.
Ramming into him over and over, harder, faster until they were both panting and
moaning.

“Come
for me, Beau.” Ethan forced the words out on a gasp, the friction of Beau’s
thick cock against the sensitive nerve endings pushing him closer and closer to
another release. “Come inside me.”

Beau
closed his eyes, his hands clamping onto Ethan’s hips, pulling him down hard as
Beau thrust up into him one final time before growling his release. Ethan was
engulfed in a full body tremor as he came in spurts – not as vigorously as
before, but definitely just as satisfying – on Beau’s chest, his eyes locked on
his face.  Beau was the most beautiful, magnificent man Ethan had ever known.
And right then and there, with their bodies connected as one, Ethan knew
without a doubt that he was in love with him.

And
surprisingly, that wasn’t what bothered him.

It
was the lengths he was willing to go to in order to be the man Beau deserved
that scared the shit out of him.

♂♂

Ethan
had been quiet ever since they left the hotel room. Beau hadn’t figured out a
way to ask him what was bothering him. He didn’t think it had anything to do
with their love making, but he didn’t know that for certain, and it was
beginning to bother him.

They’d
showered together afterward, agreeing that they needed to find food before one
or both of them died from starvation. Granted, that wasn’t likely to occur, but
Beau had certainly worked up an appetite.

When
Beau had suggested they go to dinner at one of the steakhouses he’d read about
in the leather bound hotel booklet, he fully expected Ethan to shoot down the
idea, yet here they were, sitting in a booth across from one another. And yes,
Beau was nervous as hell.

Would
this be considered their first date? Beau figured technically it would, which
had another wave of anxiety rippling through him.

“Have
you figured out what tattoo you’re gonna get?” Ethan asked after they’d ordered
a couple of beers and their food.

“Yeah.”
Beau had known the exact words he wanted, but he’d contemplated finding
something else, but still came back to the words that rang true for him.

“Well?”

“Well
what?”

“What
are you going to get?”

“You’ll
just have to wait and see,” Beau said with a smirk.

“Fine,”
Ethan laughed, turning his beer bottle in his hands as he picked at the label.
“I got you an appointment tomorrow at one o’clock.”

Beau
nodded, happy to know that Ethan had actually called. They hadn’t talked about
the logistics, but then again, the sole reason they had come to Houston was for
that tattoo.

“What
about you? Wanna get another?”

“Nah,”
Ethan said, not bothering to look up at him. “I only wanted that one.”

“You
never did tell me what it means.”

“It’s
a Shakespeare quote.”

“Well,
I figured that one out for myself, Einstein,” Beau retorted, taking a swig of
his beer.

“What
do you think it’s supposed to mean?”

“Well,
if you’re translating from Hamlet,” Beau began, grinning at Ethan’s creased
brow. “And if I recall correctly, it’s when Polonius is speaking to his son,
Laertes, advising him to be true to himself.”

“Shakespeare,
much?” Ethan asked, staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.

“I
happen to like Shakespeare,” Beau said, leaning back and staring at Ethan. “So,
what does it mean for you?”

Ethan
watched him for a moment before he said, “Pretty much the same thing.”

“Be
true to yourself? Were you doing it as a personal reminder?”

“Yes,”
Ethan said abruptly.

Knowing
the conversation was about to take a dark turn, Beau opted to lighten the mood.
“Does Zane know about it? He’d sure give you shit about it if he did.”

Ethan
grinned, the storm clouds that had brewed momentarily were disappearing right
before Beau’s eyes. The pressure that had settled uncomfortably on his chest
lifted as Ethan’s eyes lit up.

“You’re
right. And no, he doesn’t know. Or let me rephrase that. I haven’t told him.
I’m sure he’s probably seen it.” Ethan smiled, and it appeared only slightly
forced. “How did you and my brother end up being friends, anyway?” Ethan asked,
leaning back in the booth and resting his arm over the top edge.

God,
the man was sexy. Everything he did made Beau want to jump him. Public or not,
he really didn’t give a shit.

“What
are you trying to say?” he goaded Ethan with a mirroring grin.

“Y’all
are like night and day.”

“Well,
there’s something to be said about opposites attracting, right?”

“True.
And the two of you are that.”

“Are
you saying I’m not fun?”

“Not
at all. I’m saying you aren’t insane.”

“Well,
there is that,” Beau agreed.

The
waiter chose that moment to bring two more beers and a loaf of bread that went
untouched between them. Beau grabbed the beer and pushed the empty away while
Ethan did the same.

“Seriously
though, y’all have been friends since what? The first grade?”

“Something
like that,” Beau said. For as long as he could remember, he’d been friends with
Ethan’s younger brother. Zane was like the brother he never had.

“I
remember going to football games when Zane played.”

Beau
fought the urge to frown. Thinking back on his football days was bittersweet.
The friends, the fun, all of the laughs he shared with the guys in high school,
those had been great times. But despite any attempt to ignore the bad times,
Beau had a hard time separating his father and football. The two seemed to go
hand in hand, and just like Beau’s ties were severed with football when he had
injured his arm his senior year, so had any conceivable relationship he had
with his father.