Chapter Twenty-Four
chapter TWENTY-FOUR
E than didn’t rush Beau, didn’t beg, didn’t plead—although he wanted to. He was absolutely enraptured by the man. Everything he did seemed to be with the utmost care and attention, not to mention curiosity. Beau worked his body into a frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known, and Ethan knew that in itself should’ve scared him, but for some reason he felt safe with Beau. He could’ve told Beau that having him there right at that moment was all he needed. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
Hell, he could barely speak as it was.
Watching Beau, noting his tentative movements, the way he studied him, was fucking hot as hell. Knowing he was the first man Beau had ever been with in this capacity was thrilling and wondrous, and he wasn’t just referring to the sex. The intimacy was what Ethan had noted. The closeness he felt with Beau brought out his possessive instincts, making him want to hide Beau away for the rest of their days and ensure that he was the only man who would ever get this close to him.
It scared him senseless, but the emotional sensations were almost stronger than the physical ones, and it was more than he could handle. He forced the thoughts away because it was too much for him to contemplate what that actually meant.
When Beau shut off the water and grabbed one of the towels from the cabinet before returning to dry him off, he thought he might just slide into a puddle on the tiled floor right along with the remaining water.
“Tonight, it’s my turn,” Beau reminded him, cupping his face as he stared back at him.
Ethan nodded, unsure what to say. He was putty in Beau’s hands, something that had never happened to him before.
Once they were back in the bedroom, Ethan allowed Beau to lead him to the bed. This time there was no brief, although very satisfying, detour. It was a straight shot and Ethan followed, trying not to run.
“On the bed,” Beau instructed and a full-body shiver wracked Ethan, making his scalp tingle. The bold yet gentle sound of Beau’s voice made his dick hum with anticipation.
It took Ethan a moment to get his legs to fully cooperate, but once he did, he managed to situate himself in the center of the bed, propping himself up on pillows as he grinned back at Beau. The man was sex personified, and the astonishing part, he had absolutely no idea. Every move he made was grace laced with power, barely restrained energy that made his entire body flex and strain so beautifully.
Sexy as fuck.
Beau returned his smile before climbing up on the bed between his legs and instantly lowering his mouth to Ethan’s cock, damn near blowing his mind with the warmth that engulfed him. His hands once again gripped Beau’s tousled blond hair, holding him tight in an effort to hang on.
“Feels so good,” he said on a groan, wanting to ensure he told Beau everything he was feeling. He could see the hesitancy in his dark brown eyes, could feel the tentative touch of his hands. Beau knew what he wanted to do, but Ethan got the impression he was unsure of himself.
Beau’s body tensed ever so slightly and then he was once again sucking Ethan’s cock into the furnace of his mouth. Hard then soft, soft then hard, over and over until Ethan was ready to explode. He held off for as long as he could, intently focused on Beau’s ministrations until he couldn’t take any more. “Stop. God, stop! I don’t want to come yet.”
Beau jerked up, staring back at him, and Ethan had to smile. “Whatever you want,” Ethan said softly, calming himself with deep breaths. “Do it. Just don’t make me come yet. I need to feel your touch, your mouth, your hands. All over me. All night.”
Beau kneeled once again, sliding his hands down the insides of Ethan’s thighs, and his body caught fire, flames licking at his balls from the gentle caress of Beau’s callused fingers against his skin. “Anything?”
“Yes, fuck, anything.” Ethan’s back tightened as Beau pushed his legs open slightly.
“Turn over.”
Ethan stared back at Beau for a moment but then rolled over onto his stomach, his head buried in the pillow.
Beau’s mouth clasped onto the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, and he moaned. Reaching down, he gripped Beau’s thigh with one hand, needing to hold on to him, to feel his bare skin in his palm as he grounded himself in the moment. It was too good.
As Beau’s tongue trailed over his back, Ethan realized he was outlining the tattoo he’d gotten several years ago— This above all: to thine ownself be true. He’d gotten the words etched in his skin as a reminder to himself, but it hadn’t helped. As much as he wanted to embrace who he was, to be content with himself and his life, Ethan had never accomplished his goal. He’d lived his life in denial, and up until now, he’d thought he was okay with it.
That was until Beau had walked into his life and turned it upside down and inside out. Now, no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about the what if s. And every last one of them included Beau.
“Fuck!” Ethan groaned when Beau’s mouth trailed down the center of his back, his firm grip on his hips easing lower, lower still.
Awww, hell.
Ethan’s entire body tightened when Beau slid his tongue down the crack of his ass, using his hands to separate his ass cheeks. It was... the most remarkable feeling, and even though Beau had just done that in the shower, Ethan was eager for more. The way he aroused the oversensitive skin made Ethan shudder.
Gripping the pillow beneath his head, Ethan buried his face deeper as his body soared to new heights. He began rocking his hips backward, forcing Beau’s wicked tongue inside of him.
“Beau,” Ethan moaned, turning his head so he could breathe. “Beau, fuck. I need to feel you.”
“I’m right here, baby,” Beau growled before teasing him with his tongue, then his finger. Deeper.
Oh . . . fucking shit, son of a bitch!
Beau’s finger eased inside of him, twisted and then...
“Oh, hell. Oh, fuck.” Ethan’s body tensed painfully, the exquisite torture consuming him from the inside out, forcing him closer and closer to the edge although he was fighting back with all his might.
Where did Beau learn to do that? He was pressing inside, hitting the exact spot that had him seeing stars, his body shaking from the potency of it. It wasn’t very often that he’d had his prostate massaged with a finger, but obviously Beau was trying to make him delirious. He told his hips to pull away, but they had a mind of their own as he thrust back against Beau’s hand, forcing that exhilarating sensation to engulf him altogether.
“Beau, I need you inside me. Don’t...” Taking a deep breath, Ethan willed his body under control, but he was losing his grip faster than he thought possible. “Don’t make me come. Fuck!”
Ethan wanted Beau inside of him. Fucking him until he didn’t even know his own name.
Pulling away was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he wasn’t willing to come. Not yet. This was Beau’s first time, and it meant something to Ethan for them to be right there together.
Beau crawled up over him, and Ethan sucked in air, trying to calm his rioting hormones.
“Condom,” Beau whispered, and Ethan pointed toward the nightstand beside the bed.
“Lube’s in there, too. Oh, and Beau . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Hurry.”
MAKING ETHAN LOSE control was now at the top of Beau’s list of things to do. Every single day.
Having the freedom to explore his body was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. Being able to bring him pleasure was like a salve to his soul. Never had he known anything like it before.
Having only been involved in threesomes where the woman was usually with Zane, Beau had gotten used to being there for pleasure only, but never had he received that sort of satisfaction from the act. There was certainly something to be said about giving, rather than receiving, but Beau had never realized the monumental meaning behind those words until today.
Grabbing a condom and the bottle of lubricant sitting by the already opened box, Beau knelt on the bed behind Ethan. With hurried hands, he slid the latex over his iron-hard erection, careful so that he didn’t go off like a rocket from his own hand. Using the pump-action bottle, Beau coated his cock and his hand and then applied more lube directly to Ethan’s asshole. He proceeded to massage the lube into Ethan’s tight hole, before sliding his body over Ethan’s once more.
If it hadn’t been for his cock begging for release, Beau would’ve been satisfied to drive Ethan to orgasm with his fingers thrusting in and out of his ass. He picked up the pace briefly, loving Ethan’s groans and grunts as he tried to force Beau deeper, despite his request not to send him over. Withdrawing his fingers, Beau gripped his own shaft at the base, stemming the overwhelming urge to come just from watching Ethan’s reactions.
“Turn over,” Beau urged, holding himself up so that Ethan had room to move.
Once Ethan was on his back, Beau settled between his legs again, staring down at his lover. The man was breathtaking. Every move, every sound, every look.
“Inside me. Now.” Ethan’s demand left no room for argument.
Beau shifted, leaning forward and propping himself up with one arm while he positioned his cock at Ethan’s entrance. His muscles tensed in an effort to take things slow.
“Slow, baby,” Ethan crooned and Beau met his gaze, his heart swelling from the term of endearment. Why he had the feeling that Ethan didn’t use that word often, he had no idea. And why it made him feel like he was ten feet tall and bulletproof was beyond him as well.
Pressing the head of his cock against Ethan’s well-lubed asshole, Beau sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck,” he breathed out heavily. “You’re so tight.”
Ethan’s hands came down to rest on Beau’s thighs, and the contact was so gentle, so caring, he was hard-pressed to continue. It took several long seconds before Beau managed to breach the tight ring of muscles, and when he did, he was barely breathing, the tight sheath of Ethan’s body swathing him with molten heat.
“Come here,” Ethan whispered, lifting his arms up and welcoming Beau closer. “I want to feel every part of you against me.”
Beau wanted that, too.
When he was hovering above Ethan, their eyes locked together while he began to slowly rock inside of his body, he wasn’t sure he was going to last for more than a few seconds.
“You feel so good,” Ethan groaned, his head tilting back.
Beau pressed his lips to Ethan’s throat and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his body consume him. Easing his hips forward, Beau slid in as deep as he could before retreating gradually. Repeating the motion over and over until his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his bottom lip probably punctured because he’d been biting it in an attempt to hold off his release.
“Tell me that you’ve never done this before,” Ethan said, his hands moving up to cup Beau’s face.
His eyes opened and he met the passionate blue gaze of the most striking man he’d ever known. “I’ve never...”
“Tell me,” Ethan demanded, his voice more urgent. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’ve never done this before.” And Beau wasn’t just talking about the fact that he’d never slid into the warm depths of a man before. He was speaking on a much deeper level, but he wasn’t going to let Ethan know that. As it was, Beau wasn’t sure how the words came out because he felt like he was floating, hovering in the clouds, watching what was happening from a distant perch but basking in every single glorious sensation. It was the most electrifying feeling in the world to be with this man.
“It’s incredible,” Beau whispered. “So fucking good.”
Ethan gripped his chin, and Beau realized he’d closed his eyes again.
“Look at me.”
Beau fought the urge to let the friction consume him, to take him away. He burrowed deeper, thrusting his hips forward, sliding into Ethan’s white-hot heat until he couldn’t go farther.
“I’ve never known anything like this.”
Beau’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t have been more surprised if Ethan had whispered that he loved him. And he didn’t need to hear the words because the emotion that caused Ethan’s voice to tremble told him everything that words couldn’t.
He swallowed hard, unable to speak because he knew if he opened his mouth, he would say those words. He would scare Ethan to the point of retreat and right then and there, Beau wanted this moment to last for eternity.
“Harder, baby,” Ethan groaned, his hands sliding down Beau’s back to grip his ass.
Beau’s hips bucked, driving him in hard. Ethan maintained eye contact as Beau let himself go, trying to go slow at first. He was buried in Ethan’s ass, and he was so overwhelmed that he wasn’t sure how he managed to hang on to that last remnant of his control because the urge to pound into him began to intensify.
As though Ethan knew exactly what he wanted, he lifted his knees, raising them closer to his chest, which sent Beau in deeper.
“Oh, fuck. You feel too damn good. Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me hard.”
Beau hesitated only briefly before he pushed up, gripping Ethan’s knees as he began to grind his dick into the scalding hot recesses of Ethan’s body. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Before he knew it, he was pounding into Ethan, reveling in his sensual moans and the way his hands were once again gripping his thighs.
When Ethan released Beau’s leg with one hand and began stroking his own cock furiously, Beau knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Come for me, E,” Beau whispered. “I want to come in your ass. Ahhh, fuck, E.”
Beau slammed into him over and over, watching as Ethan squeezed his cock in a tight fist, stroking faster and faster.
“Fuck, E! I’m coming!” Beau yelled, a tortured growl escaping his chest as his body hummed to a new level, higher and higher until... his release detonated, exploding out of him as his hips locked, his dick buried deep inside of Ethan.
“God, yes!” Ethan bellowed as he came on his chest.
Before Beau could think or do anything else, he leaned forward, licking the cum from Ethan’s chest while he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t want to move away, didn’t want to pull out of Ethan’s body because he feared he would never feel anything quite so perfect again in his entire life.
And unlike before, Beau knew without a doubt that he’d fallen head over heels in love with this man.
Now he just had to figure out what he was supposed to do with that knowledge.