Page 3 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

In fact, he was so excited about them getting away to a place where they could be out, and not hyper-careful of their surroundings, that it made him want to be extra chill.

Sue him.

This man made Ethan want to take care of him.

Pulling out of him, Gene was turned to face his lover, and his own dick was so hard it was moving from red to purple.

Someone desperately needed to get off.

“Please,” he begged. “I need to cum. Please let me, Mr. Blackhawk.”

Ethan picked up the soap, and began washing himself. The whole time, Gene was tracking every single movement he made, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him giddy.

Gene went to his knees and stayed in that position as Ethan cleaned up.

A part of Gene was loving how he’d make him beg for it. That was one of his kinks too.

Depravation was one of his turn-ons. There was something so hot about having to wait to get your pleasure, and only if you pleased your dominant.

“Please, Mr. Blackhawk, I can’t think straight. I need you,” he said.

When Ethan saw he was beyond holding off, he stopped, wanting to keep this going. Shower fuckery was high on his list of morning adventures.

“In my world, Gene, you make out with your lover when you want to get off. You don’t just sit there.”

That was all he had to hear. His man was giving him permission to take what he wanted.

SOLD.

Gene was up, and on Ethan so fast as his mouth found his.

The kiss was nuclear, and it wasn’t calm and gentle. It was anything but.

There was desperation.

It was the hottest kiss ever, and it didn’t hurt that Ethan’s fingers were wrapped around Gene’s cock as his mouth participated.

His dick was throbbing, and he needed more.

His soapy.

Slick.

Fingers.

Gene wanted them everywhere on his body, including his ass. Instead of saying anything, he kept kissing Ethan, driving his tongue down his throat as he jerked him off.

When Ethan broke the kiss, he stared into his eyes.

“I want your cum in me.”

The second he said it, Gene’s heart skipped in his chest, and he knew what Ethan was asking from him. He had begged him to take his ass for weeks.

And he’d continually held off to protect him.

Now with his dick soapy, slick, and Ethan wanting him…

This was going to take everything he had to stay on that course and not do something they might regret.

Hurting Ethan wasn’t an option.

Not in this lifetime.

Not for his own pleasure.

Gene put his dominant first, as a rule, but he protected Ethan because he feared him getting turned off from a dick in his ass.

Then what?

He couldn’t lose him.

“You know what I want, Gene,” Ethan said, wishing he’d never stated that Gene was too big, and that he wouldn’t fit in his ass.

That bit him in…well, the ass.

Gene had very few choices. Ethan was drawing the line, and that meant he had to dance on it.

With his dick.

“We can go a little further,” Gene whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

Ethan just wanted that feeling again.

He wanted to feel Gene buried in him as his body was forced into absolute pleasure.

At Christmas, Gene had put the tip of his dick in him, and it had been orgasmic.

He knew it would only be better if he just filled him. Yes, it would hurt, but that didn’t matter.

Not now.

All Ethan wanted was to get past this so they could have a normal sex life where he didn’t hesitate.

Where he didn’t overthink.

It was time to compromise, and Ethan knew it. Gene was uncomfortable, and he didn’t want that either.

They’d get there.

Eventually.

“Deal,” he said. “I want you in my ass, Gene. Cum in me.”

That was all he had to say.

Spinning him around, he pressed Ethan to the wall, and he had his rock-hard erection back between his cheeks.

God.

This was both Heaven and Hell.

What to do?

Did he take his ass, and hope he didn’t hurt him? Or did he hold back, showing him how much he wanted to protect him?

With Ethan pushing back into him, tormenting him, he found some sanity and made up his mind.

He had to stay in control.

Ethan wasn’t ready.

Grabbing the soap, he lubed his dick up, and prayed for control. The last thing he wanted was his man scared to be intimate with him.

It also lurked in the back of his mind that he’d been assaulted and hurt by David Neives. That was always a concern that he’d think about it, and realize what happened.

Well, shit.

This wasn’t easy for him.

Not.

At.

All.

As his lover was pressed to the wall, Ethan’s body rippled with just as much need.

“Ready?” he whispered.

Ethan nodded.

“Please. Fill me with your cock.”

Holy shit.

That whiskey-warm purr of pleasure wrapped itself around Gene, and more importantly, his dick. He got goosebumps, and needed to fuck some ass.

HARD.

This was an impossible situation to be in.

He was an ass man, and the hot Native pressed to the shower wall had a spectacular one, meant for fucking.

Gene had to have some resemblance of control. It didn’t help that someone was wiggling his ass in invitation. Oh, and that was one invite Gene desperately wanted.

Slipping into him, just the tip, Ethan shook, and Gene was holding on.

Oh, and it wasn’t easy.

There was a hot Native man pushing backward, trying to impale himself on his erection, and Gene trying to be hyper-aware of that need to protect Ethan.

If this didn’t get him sainthood, nothing would. It wasn’t easy being a horny gay man, and not being able to go ass spelunking with your partner.

Slowly, Gene began moving, slipping a little deeper into his ass. It was barely deeper, and Gene felt the resistance. The moan from Ethan was feral, and it echoed in the shower.

“FUCK ME!” he begged. “Please!” he whispered. “I want your cock! Why are you punishing me?”

Gene was shaking.

Punishing him?

Holy shit.

He had no idea.

Had this been any other man, any other partner, or any other bedmate, Gene wouldn’t be trying to go slowly. He would have taken what he wanted.

Only, what happened to Ethan at the hands of David Neives was making him twitchy as fuck.

That was the bottom line.

As he watched his dick barely moving in and out of Ethan’s ass, just the first few inches, it was enough. The fit was so tight that it undid him.

That tightness, and the visual of him entering his ass was too much to handle.

In fact, it set him off, and he exploded, all that cum erupting from him.

Ethan felt that hot warm rush of heat, and he came again, enjoying how it felt.

Leaning against him, Gene whispered in his ear.

“I know what you want. It’s not punishment. It’s patience,” he whispered. “It’ll happen. We will get you adjusted to my cock.”

God.

He hoped so.

Ethan wanted to feel all of Gene, and if it were up to him, he’d take the pain to have that.

Any day.

Since feeling him in his ass, even a little bit, it had become his obsession, and daily craving. Now, if he could just get Gene to believe he was ready.

He was.

The erotic dreams he had, almost always, were about Gene holding him down and taking his ass. He was Tala, and Daddy’s fuck toy.

That’s what he wanted.

All of his man.

“I can handle it,” Ethan admitted. “I know you think I can’t, but I can.”

Gene turned him around and found his mouth with his. He kissed him softly, showing him nothing but love and adoration.

When he broke it, Gene was honest.

“It’s not you, EJ. It’s me. I can’t handle it. I can’t bear hurting you. I know what it will feel like, and I need to spare you from that, EJ. That’s all. Trust me that I want to be all the way in you. We’re working up to it.”

How did Ethan argue that?

He simply couldn’t.

Gene was being a gentleman, and he also had to be okay with it too. Forcing him to go faster than he wanted wasn’t fair to Gene.

So, Ethan would wait.

With tenderness, he wrapped his arms around Gene’s neck, and he held him.

“I know. I just want all of you,” Blackhawk admitted, knowing he needed to find a way to make Gene lose control.

If he could do that, he’d absolutely bone him with his full dick. Then, they could just move on from this. He didn’t need to worry about him. Ethan was well aware that Gene would NEVER hurt him.

As he held Ethan, Gene nuzzled him.

“You have all of me. Give me time, Baby,” he whispered. “We’re close.”

The upright cuddling in the shower was always a good way to end some sex, and it was clear that what Ethan wanted, and what he was going to get, wasn’t happening yet.

It was time to move on before the dark voices began telling him that Gene didn’t want him.

Those inner demons tended to come out at the worst times to fuck with his mind.

Like when he’d convinced himself Gene was cheating on him at Christmas.

So, he changed the subject.

“Want to wash my hair?” he asked.

Gene was grateful to discuss anything else but Ethan’s ass. It was like a circle. Then, he would be fixated on it, and how he couldn’t hurt him, even when he wanted to take him in the worst way.

“Oh, I think I definitely want to do that,” Gene admitted.

Blackhawk grinned.

“I hope I don’t trip and impale myself on your erection,” he teased.

Holy shit.

It wasn’t lost on him how at one time, Ethan had been adamant his ass was off limits, and now, he was doing everything in his power to lure him in so that he’d fuck him.

It was getting difficult to resist.

Really.

The bottom line was that Gene knew this man was going to be the death of him. He only hoped they could get him adjusted to his girth and soon.

Because he had a horny man who wanted nothing more than to ride his dick.

Constantly.

Never his life did he think that would be a problem, but here he was.

Fighting it.

* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *

One Hour Later

Packed

Ready To Go

After the showering, Gene was in a damn good mood.

Today was going to be a good day for him, and for Ethan.

It was vacation time.

Outside, the light was bouncing off of the snow, and they were finished packing their suitcases to go away on a sexy little couple’s trip. It was time to start their vacation as they headed out to sunny Puerto Rico .