Page 42 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

And still Gene used his mouth to drive him straight into the insanity. No other lover ever made him this crazy during sex.

It had been a necessity for survival, but with Gene, he wouldn’t go a day without this man. He’d become everything to him.

“If you keep teasing, Gene,” he whispered between clenched teeth, “I’m going to take over.”

Gene heard him, and he flirted with that threat.

God.

He loved it when Ethan got rough.

When he kept teasing him, it was when he sucked one of his balls into his mouth that Ethan lost control.

Oh, he didn’t cum.

No.

He took over.

Shoving Gene back, he unexpectantly fell to his back in surprise, and Ethan was on him.

He pulled on his pants, getting them to his knees along with his boxers, and then went under them so they were behind his back, trapping him to his body.

Gene moaned.

He was about to be fucked, and he knew it.

The hungry look in Ethan’s eyes said it all. They were about to get messy.

Without any warning, Ethan lifted Gene’s hips and drove into him, filling Gene’s ass.

“Oh, shit!” he muttered as his eyes crossed from the pleasure of Ethan slamming into him. His dick leaked precum, and it only got worse as Ethan fucked him hard.

He took him on their bedroom floor, and he didn’t give any mercy. It was punishing, it was fucking, and it was brutal.

And Gene loved it.

“More,” he begged, as his dick was so hard from the ass pounding his man was giving him.

It didn’t get any better than this for Gene.

Fuck him hard, and fuck him often.

That was his motto.

Ethan was braced over him, his hands beside Gene’s shoulders.

“You make me crazy,” Ethan muttered, as his hips had a mind of their own. “The scent of you undoes me. The second I smell your cologne, I immediately want you.”

Well, hell, yeah.

That made Gene feel so incredibly loved. Every person wanted that declaration.

There was the heavy breathing, and the slapping of his balls against the man’s flesh that filled the room in a sexy staccato.

Gene wrapped his fingers around his own cock, and began jerking off at the same speed Ethan was impaling his ass.

“Hurry,” Ethan whispered. “I’m going to cum,” he promised, “in your ass!”

The words made his balls tighten even more, drawing up into his body as his ass was assaulted.

“Yes, God!” Gene muttered, trying to keep his voice down, but it was so hard.

He wanted to shout so loudly that Washington D.C heard him.

Ethan could feel his control slipping further as Gene was tightening down on his dick. His ass was milking him, and he was just about there.

“Cum!” Ethan ordered, but Gene wasn’t there. He was close, but he couldn’t keep up. He’d cum already, and he needed more.

“NO!” Gene whispered. “More!” he begged.

Ethan fought for that one.

Oh, and he fought hard. Changing the angle, it was even more torturous because he was slamming his dick into the man’s prostate.

“Oh, fuck!” Gene shouted, as the cum began rupturing from his rock-hard dick. It sprayed all over his neck, open shirt, and chest.

Ethan saw the cum erupt, and he let go of the control, cumming in his lover. It felt like a never-ending supply of cum too. When he shuddered, and his balls stopped aching, he dropped onto his man and closed his eyes.

And they lay there.

Spent.

Someone knew how to fuck his man.

That was for damn sure.

When he turned his head, Ethan nuzzled Gene’s neck, leaving his scent on him. They were a sticky mess, but what the hell was new?

When weren’t they?

That was a better question.

“I love you,” Ethan whispered.

Gene smiled.

Hearing the words always felt so damn good. Knowing that Ethan had only said them to his mother made it even better.

He.

Was.

His.

“That was for missing the sex on the beach,” Ethan said, as Gene held him against his body, absorbing the weight. “We would have been naked and sandy by now.”

Oh, Gene was aware.

Only, they needed to be here.

“I love you, too, EJ,” he admitted. “There’s never going to be anyone like you ever. I found a treasure.”

It made Ethan’s heart skip.

Gene always made him feel amazing, wanted, and special. He filled the holes that life put in his soul, and made him stronger.

“I could lay there all night, since I’m not on the bottom,” he admitted, as the sun was going down through their window.

“Me too,” Gene admitted. “But we have work.”

He sighed.

“All work and more work makes Ethan a boring guy,” he muttered.

That made him laugh.

“Hell, no. I like this Ethan. He sneaks sex in, and it’s always hot. I love a good ass fucking. My night’s made.”

Ethan pushed off of him, and they untangled from Gene’s pants.

“We have to go out, so let’s get changed,” Gene said, as Ethan held out his hand and pulled him up from the floor and to his feet.

When they were both standing, he began sharing what had happened while he was out.

“It’s been an interesting day,” Gene said, as they gathered their things, and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Ethan followed, and he had to admit he was curious about the text still.

“What happened?” he asked. “I still need an explanation on the weird text.”

Yes, he did.

Gene took a washcloth and wet it with warm water. He cleaned off Ethan’s chest, and his neck too. He wasn’t going to shower since he liked the scent of his man all over his body.

And his cum in his ass.

“Unfortunately, we have a little problem or ten,” Gene said, as Ethan watched him in the mirror.

“Uh-oh.”

Yeah, Ethan didn’t like that at all.

Gene could see the stress across his features, and it was time to share what he knew.

Since he was more worried about Javier than this little voyage to the gray area of their job, he opted to give him that information first.

“Bad news and then we’ll get to that text,” he said as he led them into their closet.

When Gene handed Ethan some things, he started getting dressed.

Gene did the same.

Apparently, it was a black kind of a day, according to their clothing.

Yeah, something was going on.

“You’re twitchy,” he admitted, and that was making him feel the same. “This is going to suck.”

Oh, he had no idea.

Gene shared.

“Diesel met his demise in jail. Someone gave him a neck smiley face—ear-to-ear.”

He lifted a brow.

Then, it hit him as to why Gene was a massive knot of tension. It took a lot to do that to him right after sex.

“Oh, shit. That means…”

Gene nodded.

“That was exactly what that piece of shit Javier Hughes wanted. He’s asking for bail. Since his lawyer said that he couldn’t have possibly called the hit on the star witness for the prosecution while in lockup, he’s not a danger.”

Ethan was pissed.

“Uh, he is a danger. He had his goon shoot my man. That’s the definition of danger for me. He’ll try again.”

Gene was well aware.

“So, we’re back to the old duck and cover until Gabe can figure something out. He wants the man in prison since he thinks he’s bought himself a Director of the FBI.”

They finished dressing, and that was when Ethan moved into his body, and rested his head on his shoulder.

Now, he was stressed out.

“We should make a break for it,” he admitted, willing to give up the FBI to keep Gene alive. “We can move. We can head to the reservation to lay low…”

He stopped him.

Lifting his chin, he stared into his eyes.

Gene wasn’t a ‘run away’ kind of a guy.

“Even if we did that, Javier won’t give up. We have roots here now, and we have family. We’re here for the next three years, and we’ll make our stand here. Plus, I found out more things, and that’s kind of attached to the less bad news.”

Ethan touched his face and wasn’t thinking about anything but Javier Hughs making their life hell.

“Don’t die on me.”

Gene’s fear wasn’t about dying.

It was about leaving Ethan alone.

To reassure him, he found his mouth, and kissed him. Gene missed being around him all day, and he absolutely regretted their missed vacation.

While a bedroom floor quickie was nice, they could be naked and sandy right about now.

Oh, and drunk.

So, he reassured him with that soft, gentle mating of mouths so Ethan knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Not until this was over.

Then, they were heading to Puerto Rico .

Bet.

On.

It.

Slowly, he broke the kiss.

“When we wrap this up, EJ, it’s you, me, that Pina Colada lube, and Puerto Rico . We’re going even if we have to take Corbin with us and lock him in a closet, so he doesn’t see us having sex.”

That made Ethan laugh.

And it calmed him down.

As they finished dressing, he took Ethan by the hand, and led him out of their room. Greyson would be showing up at any second.

In the hallway, Ethan stopped him. When Gene turned, he touched his lover’s cheek with his warm palm.

“Promise?” Ethan asked.

His man smiled.

“If you think I’m letting anything stop me from you and that Pina Colada lube, you’re insane. Screw it. I don’t give a shit if Corbin watches at this point. We’re going on that damn vacation.”

From not far away in the living room, they heard laughter.

Corbin’s.

“I can hear you. I’m in the next room, not Chicago,” he stated. “As for watching, I’ll pass.”

Well, so much for the crotch goblin sleeping. He hoped their sex didn’t wake him up. Gene didn’t want to have to bust someone’s ass back if he started.

“Deal?” Gene asked, ignoring him.

Ethan nodded.

“Deal.”

That was all Gene wanted to hear.

Keeping his hand in his, they headed toward where Corbin was sitting. He was on the couch, wearing sweats, and was still wrapped in his blanket.

The fireplace was on, and it was clear he had just awoken not that long ago.

Gene and Corbin said nothing to each other, and Ethan didn’t miss that there was tension there.

Honestly, it was the last thing they needed.

“Did we wake you?” Ethan asked.

Corbin shook his head.

“No, you didn’t. Besides, it’s your place. If you want to get molested here, who am I to say shit?” he asked.

They were trying to be conscientious to the whole situation with Corbin. They didn’t want to be flaunting sex all over the place after what he went through.