Chapter Two #6
“Oh, fuck, but that’s what I needed,” Chris said, as Ethan used his dick like he’d wanted. He was bouncing, riding, and grinding down. He was most definitely working him over with intent.
His bedmate was fully vested, and they were both lost in the ecstasy.
Above Chris, Ethan whimpered as his body was wracked with so much pleasure. He was so turned on that there was nothing in his mind but this moment.
When Chris stopped him from bouncing, and he took one nipple in his mouth, he brutalized it.
And Ethan begged for more.
“Please,” he whispered, his body shaking from that pleasure.
Chris knew what he wanted and needed.
Someone wanted to forget.
So, he kept going.
When he released his piercing, Ethan’s nipple was swollen and bruised with that love bite.
“Make me cum, or your ass is going to be punished,” he said, letting Sir make an appearance for Ethan’s wellbeing.
The man moaned, but went back to bouncing.
The only issue was that Chris just came, and now, he could hold off through pretty much anything. Unfortunately for Ethan, Chris had learned control at the hands of a sadistic Callen and wildly impulsive Elizabeth.
Yeah, Chris had a lot of practice.
They all did.
So if Ethan thought he was going to cum first…
He was mistaken. In fact, his plan was going to be exactly what this doctor ordered.
As Ethan bounced, he was trying desperately to cum, and to get Chris off, but he was empty.
When he stared into Chris’ eyes, he knew it was going to take a lot to get him off again.
“Please,” he begged. “I can’t without your help.”
That was all Chris had to hear.
Who didn’t love helping his loved one out?
Shoving Ethan off of his dick, he pulled him back down so he was over his lap, and he brutalized his ass.
It was punishing slap after slap, not missing any inch of his cheeks as he reddened them. With each slap, Ethan bucked and he rubbed his, now, rock-hard dick off against Chris’ lap.
“More,” he begged, almost there. He was so close to cumming, that he could feel it bubbling up in his balls.
Chris didn’t let up.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan whispered. “I’m so close.”
Well, that was good to know.
“Then fuck me,” Chris stated. “I think I need to see how long you can now hold off.”
Ethan whimpered but climbed between Chris’ legs to find his way into his body. The second he did, he began taking him, and it was hell.
His ass stung, and his balls were so tight he was ready to cum.
“I cum first,” he said, “or I will take a belt to your already sore ass and blister it for a month.”
He whimpered.
God.
He wanted that.
“Yes, please,” he begged, as he fucked Chris as hard as he could to get that reward.
Chris loved the way the man’s dick felt in his ass, and how he was trying desperately to get him to cum. Sliding his hand up Ethan’s chest, he wrapped his fingers around his throat, knowing that he also liked that too during sex.
He saw the look in his eyes, and it was nothing less than pure rapture.
Yeah, someone was close.
As he constricted his hand, Ethan fucked like a machine, trying desperately to get the man to cum.
Only, he couldn’t.
It was too much for him.
Ethan was beyond control.
His balls betrayed him, and what was left of his cum exploded, filling Chris’ ass.
He moaned, falling onto the man’s body, spent.
But Chris wasn’t done.
He rolled, and then moved up Ethan’s body to sit on his chest. That’s when he heard the door open, and knew they weren’t alone.
“Just finishing up,” he said, starting to jerk off.
Ethan was trapped beneath him as Callen and Gene came in and sat on each side of the melee going on in their shared bed.
The man on the bottom flushed about as red as his ass as Callen grinned.
“Oh, someone got fucked.”
Chris nodded, as he was working that last orgasm off.
“He came before me, so…”
Callen played with one nipple ring, while Gene did the same with the other. Ethan was trapped as they tormented him. Oh, and he loved every second of it.
“Please,” he begged. “Cum on me.”
It seemed he was still a little aroused.
“Open your mouth,” Chris said, leaning over him and jerking off. As Ethan did as he said, he came, shooting another load into the man’s mouth. “Swallow,” Chris ordered, as he braced his one hand on the mattress by Ethan’s head.
And the man on the bottom did.
All of it.
When Chris fell onto the bed, Gene grabbed Ethan and cuddled him. He could feel the heat coming off of his ass, and he knew how that happened.
“Someone didn’t listen, huh?” he asked, grateful that his husband looked calmer.
Whatever Chris did seemed to have worked.
For now.
Only, he knew better than anyone that the storm wouldn’t stay gone forever. If anything, Ethan was predictable. He’d get in his head again, and bad shit would go down.
Bet.
On.
It.
Before long, he’d be hyperfocused on Elizabeth being in danger, and it would start back up again.
“Too bad we missed it,” Callen said, as he cuddled Chris just like the other man was doing with Ethan.
Ethan owned it.
“I’m a horrible man, and I had that coming,” he admitted, sleepily.
Chris leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
“Thank God.”
It made Ethan laugh a little.
“Thank you, Christopher,” he said, finding his hand and holding it as he basked in the afterglow.
Chris reassured him.
“Never a problem. Take a nap. We’ll make sure you’re peaceful,” he admitted.
Still, Ethan fought it.
Oh, he was exhausted, but he wanted to work to help Elizabeth.
Chris saw him going to protest.
“We’ll wake you up. I haven’t even gotten any of the forensics. Nap. We’ll be right here with you.”
That seemed to work.
Closing his eyes, he put his faith in his partners, like he knew he needed to do. Later, he suspected, he was going to live the worst days of his life.
How did he know?
His gut told him.
And Ethan Blackhawk’s gut was rarely wrong.
Hell was about to open up on his family, and they were all going to be helpless to stop it.