Page 2 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)
“Please,” he whispered, wishing the man would just drive into him, and get it over with it. He wanted Gene to be balls deep in his ass more than anything.
Only, his lover was trying to protect him—and Ethan didn’t know from whom at this point.
He trusted Gene more than any other person on the planet.
And honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could beg for it.
It was a battle of wills, and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to make Gene give in.
He was a tough nut to crack.
Ethan knew what he wanted, but Gene was still holding out.
At some point, something had to give, and it was a matter of time before it was Ethan’s patience. If he could get his body free, he’d make that happen.
As he lay on Ethan’s body, Gene knew he was close to losing it.
His whimpers of pleasure were music to his ears.
Because he wanted to shove the man over the edge, Gene did something with his mouth to Ethan’s nipples, and it drove him wild.
No.
It drove him over the edge.
Blackhawk couldn’t hold on as his nipples were punished by Gene’s wicked mouth.
He.
Exploded.
“Oh, God!” he shouted, as copious amounts of cum erupted from his dick, coating the two of them.
It was then, and only then, that Gene stopped toying with his sore nipples. Instead, he surveyed the aftermath, and it was sexy.
Ethan’s cum-slicked skin was a thing of beauty, and something he liked seeing.
Sex was a dirty business.
If you did it right.
Oh, and he knew how to do it.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Mr. Blackhawk, it seems to me that you’ve gotten all messy,” he admitted. “I think we should continue this in the shower where I can get you clean, and then dirty again,” Gene added, grabbing him.
He was caught off guard.
Ethan gasped as he was tossed over Gene’s shoulder, getting them even dirtier. Now, he was spreading cum around.
As for what was yet to come, it was crystal clear this was just the beginning.
What Ethan once thought would emasculate him, being thrown over someone’s shoulder, now only added to the eroticism.
It brought a part of him out that he wasn’t ashamed of anymore. With Gene, he could let him manhandle him, and not make it a competition as to who was more masculine.
They both were.
As for the eroticism, one thing was for sure. Being tossed over Gene’s shoulder was no easy thing.
Ethan Blackhawk wasn’t a small man.
He was six and a half feet tall, but his sexy man was strong, bulky, and enjoyed toting him around like this when he was on the hunt for some kinkery.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Ethan was never happier that he was sleek, slim, and helpless to his sexy bear.
Once in the bathroom, Gene hit the hot water, and dropped Ethan to his feet. When he pressed him to the wall, he found his mouth again, and began tormenting him with a kiss so deep, it was like he was trying to climb into him.
That wicked mating of mouths told him one thing.
Someone was horny.
Hallelujah.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Gene muttered, the kisses now turning to bites and nips against Ethan’s flesh as that hunger only grew.
That control was fraying, and since Gene hadn’t cum yet, he was hungry for his man.
No.
He was starving, and Ethan was the ONLY sustenance he ever wanted to fill that void.
This week was going to be all about enjoying every single second with him as they had a free-for-all with their bodies.
The kinkier.
The better.
He had a few toys in his luggage, and he couldn’t wait to get it to Puerto Rico where he could drink way too much rum, and do body shots off of Ethan’s tan flesh.
It was going to be a fun week of debauchery.
Bet.
On.
It.
The bottom line was that Gene craved this man, and now, he was a little annoyed that he’d lost his chance to get a belly full of his cum.
It seemed wasted on Ethan’s abs—albeit sexy with that glossy sheen.
Well, it was time to take what he wanted, and make that happen.
“Gene,” Ethan whispered.
Without warning, Gene picked his lover up, and Ethan wrapped his legs around his hips. That’s when Gene carried him into the shower and the steamy cascade of warm water.
It washed over them, but neither paid any attention to it. There were more erotic things to be had in there. Again, Gene’s rock-hard erection was pressed to his ass, and he was willing it to shift locations—just a little bit.
As their mating of mouths continued, they were both riled up all over again.
Well, Gene was still riled up, and dying to cum.
Hands wandered.
Fingers stroked.
Someone moaned.
That was when Gene couldn’t handle it anymore.
Setting himself free, and going to his knees in front of Ethan, he let his tongue worship his erection.
Oh, hell, yeah!
Gene could taste the precum that was beading at the tip.
Now, he was starving.
Giving him another blowjob, he needed him hard and wild, so that he’d fuck him.
Gene wanted his mate’s dick in his ass.
Desperately.
If they had more time, he’d beg to be tied up and tormented for Ethan’s pleasure, but time wasn’t on their side that morning.
The airport was calling.
As Gene used his fist, pumping away as his mouth worked his erection over, the Native man was almost there again.
“Jesus!” Ethan shouted as he was being milked.
Someone was ravenous.
There was no doubt that someone was on a cum-finding mission.
Truth be told, Ethan didn’t know how much longer he could hold off from cumming. Someone was working his dick hard.
It was quite a scene staring down at the big man on his knees as he intently tried to throw him over the edge.
Because of this blowjob, Ethan’s balls had tucked back up into his sack, and he knew he wouldn’t win this one.
Oh, turnabout was going to be fair play. Gene could bet on that.
This wasn’t only about him.
No.
It was about them, and now, he needed to show his man that that lust was reciprocal.
Before he could shove him over, again, Blackhawk knew it was time.
Pulling Gene up, he shoved him against the wall, face first. Then, he leaned into his body. His dick was tucked between Gene’s cheeks, and the man moaned.
He’d stirred him up so much that it was about to get rough between them, and Ethan suspected he knew that.
“Please, don’t just fuck me,” he begged. “I need to cum too,” Gene whispered. “If I don’t, this is going to be the longest plane ride of my life.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
While he loved tormenting the man, he didn’t want him to suffer. This whole vacation was going to be a sex fest, and Ethan had time to make him suffer later.
Oh, and he would.
Someone, Gene, was going to have a date with that remote controlled vibrator as it found a nice home in his ass for most of today when they landed.
And through dinner.
The idea of him being so turned on as they were sitting in a restaurant, and he couldn’t react…
It was deliciously wicked.
“Oh, well, say the words, Gene,” Ethan offered. “You know you need to ask.”
Gene knew what he wanted.
No.
He knew who he wanted.
“Please fuck me, Mr. Blackhawk! I need your cock,” he begged, not even holding back. “Put some cum in my ass! Hurry!”
Well, ask and he would receive.
Leaning into him in the right position, he slipped into Gene’s willing ass to the base.
Both men moaned at the feeling as that tightness and being stuffed full rocked their bodies.
This was the perfect way to wake up in the morning. A shower quickie was always a good way to get clean, and dirty all over again.
Hot.
Damn.
When Ethan’s hips began moving, Gene moaned, as his lover hit that perfect spot over and over again.
Roughly, he drove into him, knowing he’d react.
And for that, Gene was grateful.
It was driving him to the top where he knew he’d take one hell of a tumble.
“Fuck!” Gene muttered, as Ethan kept switching up the rhythm to make it harder for him to get off.
Now, Ethan was torturing Gene just like he’d done to him.
Well, he should have seen that coming.
Right?
“You’d better cum fast,” Ethan warned, giving the man a heads-up, “or you’re going to get onto that plane horny as fuck, and out of control. Because I’m not lasting much longer.”
Oh, Jesus.
That was sadistic, and he knew it.
It was probably because he’d called him Mr. Blackhawk, signaling how he wanted that sadism.
The way Ethan knew how to give him the exact pleasure he craved always boggled his mind. Gene had gotten lucky, finding a man who could, and would, switch with him.
When he went to jerk himself off, Ethan grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back.
“Absolutely not. I meant without any help. You never asked if you were allowed to touch me this morning, and that’s punishable in Mr. Blackhawk’s world. You know better.”
Oh, hell.
Gene knew he was screwed.
If he couldn’t touch himself to get off, that meant he was relying solely on kink, and while he loved some rough shower fucking, this wasn’t kinky enough for him.
Oh, it was pretty hot, but Gene needed downright, wickedly-sadistic punishment to spontaneously cum.
Unlike Ethan, he couldn’t cum as easily like that unless he was incredibly stimulated.
Shower fucking wasn’t ‘tied to a bed and being used’ fucking.
Then again, the idea of being perpetually horny for the whole flight…
It had its merits.
The one that came to mind was the two of them fucking in a plane bathroom.
Or at the airport.
As Ethan was about to cum, he slammed home, pulling a gasp from Gene’s lips as he exploded.
There was that hot, wet explosion, deep in his ass, signaling that the window of opportunity was now closed.
“NO!” Gene muttered, since he hadn’t cum yet. “Please,” he begged.
As Ethan leaned against him, he left a kiss on his shoulder, amused that his man was about ready to panic that he was going to have to stay horny.
Any other day, maybe.
Today, they were going on vacation, and he wanted him calm, relaxed, and focused on beaches.
Again, this was about both of them, and he had no plan to do him dirty like that.