Chapter Fifteen
chapter FIFTEEN
E than 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. At this rate, they would both be spent before they were even 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 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 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 openmouthed 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, and broad chest to his glorious cock. Long and mouthwatering, 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 precum 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 and 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, and 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 while 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.
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 backs 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 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 traveled 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 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 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 precum 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.