Chapter Nine #4
He hoped it was roomy because he would be using it for nefarious reasons at some point.
Call it a hunch.
Having to think about his hot man wearing that kinky cage all day was going to put him in a perpetual state of horniness.
Bet.
On.
It.
“See you in a few,” he said, not wanting to talk any longer.
There was a thing of beauty in the room.
When he hung up, Gene moved closer, and inspected the good ol’ cock cage.
Somehow, he’d gotten his dick in it, and it looked absolutely amazing.
Oh, Gene loved seeing it on him.
More of that ingrained submissiveness fell away for Gene, and he could tell that he was going to enjoy being dominant.
“It’s locked on. Here’s the key,” Ethan said, hoping the man liked it.
As for himself, he was definitely enjoying it. Only, he realized that the whole thing was a giant circle.
You should avoid getting hard, or it was uncomfortable, but wearing it definitely made you hard because how could it not?
It was a pleasure-filled loop, and he loved it.
Gene took the key and pocketed it. That one action alone gave him a hard-on. Someone was under lock and key.
HIS.
SOMEONE.
“That’s incredibly sexy,’ he admitted. “How does it feel?”
Ethan was honest.
“Like a medieval torture device. Only, it’s continually reminding me that my dick is owned by someone else, which makes me perpetually hard, which makes it worse. So, it’s definitely meant to make submissives horny and desperate. So, it is accurate for that.”
Good.
He wanted Ethan thinking about him all day, too. There was nothing like a full day of foreplay to make a man wild in bed tonight.
“I originally bought it for me, but I think I like it on you a little more,” he said, touching his dick through the metal cage. The little lock bounced, proving someone was trying to get hard.
Yeah, it was sadistic.
“The question is, EJ, is it too much?” Gene asked.
Ethan stared into his eyes.
“I wish I could wear the nipple clamps along with it, so no, it’s not too much. That should tell you how much I’m enjoying EVERYTHING. But one of us has to be focused, and I really hope it’s you because all I want to do is be in your lap, and taking dick.”
He was right about that, partially. Gene HAD to be focused, but that didn’t mean he was. Having Ethan being off balance worried him.
So, Gene gave him the option.
“Would you prefer being serious and only focused on the case? We can put the vacation on ho…”
Ethan was on him so fast, Gene nearly fell backward. Thank God the bed was there.
His mouth was over his, and he kissed him. There was such need in that meeting of mouths that Gene wanted to thank the powers that be that he’d been chosen to be this man’s soulmate.
Holy shit.
He was damn lucky.
When Ethan slowly broke the kiss, Gene was blinking, still blindsided by that lip lock.
He was to the point.
“No. I want our vacation, and we deserve it. I can focus. I know you can. We’ll be good.”
Holy.
Shit.
He was definitely thinking about the man’s mouth, and that cock cage now.
“Deal,” he said.
Then, Gene changed the subject to see if focusing after that kiss was even possible. The last thing he’d do was risk either of them.
Thank God Javier Hughes was in Philadelphia—away from them. At least Ethan wouldn’t be abducted, and he wouldn’t be shot in the chest.
There was a silver lining.
“Greyson is picking us up. Gabe sent him here, but so far, our boss isn’t suspicious about our cover story. I just hope he doesn’t try to find a passenger manifesto with your name on it. Then, we’re outed.”
He was aware.
As long as they gave him no reason to be suspicious, Gabe was easy to outmaneuver.
Really.
“Can you help me with this?” Ethan asked, “I’m not sure how to put my dick away. I can’t tuck left or right in this cage.”
Say less.
He’d help tuck the man’s dick away any day of the week.
As Gene helped Ethan zip up, it definitely looked like he had a boner through his jeans, and he was sick enough to admit that he loved it.
They were both thinking the same thing, and Ethan flushed red.
“You’ll be staying by my side all day,” Gene admitted, possessively. “You can’t even take a leak without taking it off, so let me know when you need to.”
It drove him wild that Ethan couldn’t do anything dick related without asking him to assist.
He needed him, and that was so incredibly sexy.
That possessiveness rose up, nearly choking him with its intensity.
This man brought it out in him.
“I want to look at your crotch and know that’s all mine. I also want you to know that you’re owned.”
Ethan wanted that.
Desperately.
Because he wanted one more moment together, Gene wiggled his finger toward his sexy submissive.
“Come here and kiss me,” he ordered.
Ethan did as he asked, and when he was in Gene’s body, the man pulled the hair tie out of his hair, letting it fall down on his shoulders.
“I don’t recall telling you that you could pull it back, Tala. I want my man’s hair down. It’s sexy, and reminds me of silk.”
Then, he grabbed a handful of it, and plundered. He kissed Ethan like a starving man, punishing him for taking a kiss without having asked permission.
The punishment seemed fair.
A kiss for a kiss.
As he plundered, devoured, and took all that he wanted in that mating of mouths, Ethan moaned.
Holy shit.
Gene’s mouth was lethal.
When he set him free, Ethan tucked his hand into Gene’s so he could have the last few minutes to hold it. His body was singing with pleasure, and they were both thinking about sex and each other.
Only, now they had to work.
Unfortunately.
Officially, they were back on duty, and there would be no playtime until their work was done for the day.
And that sucked.
Their vacation was the casualty in this.
And so was all the sex that Gene was going to have to put on the back burner.
Unfortunately.