Page 64 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

From the bed, his partner stared up at him, and the things that were coming out of his mouth were obscene. His own body reacted, and his dick was painfully hard.

“I need your cum!” Ethan begged. “I need you to hold me down and fuck my ass!”

Gene fought for the focus. If he just got him tied down, he could go lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off for the next two hours.

He’d be safe.

Ethan would be safe.

Right?

All he had to do was get him bound with one more zip tie, and back away from him.

That’s what he was telling his brain. It looked like sane Gene was winning.

Only, that wasn’t what happened.

Gene definitely didn’t take the highroad away from Pleasure-ville.

Nope.

He didn’t move from that spot, despite himself ordering him to do just that.

On the bed, Ethan was restrained, but he still fought like a wild animal to get free so he could climb all over Gene. His body bucked, and his dick was so hard he was weeping cum.

Drugged up Gene licked his lips, as he enjoyed the scene laid out in front of him.

He could have his mate anyway he wanted him. There’d be no holding back.

There’d be no forcing himself to abstain from every aspect of their love-making.

He could fuck his ass.

The rational part of him said it would only be a little taste, and that he had control, but did he?

What could partaking in that forbidden fruit hurt?

Oh, he knew he was screwed, because sane Gene knew the truth.

It would hurt Ethan a lot.

Inside, he was screaming.

NO!

But outside, he was taking.

It was too late.

Before he knew it, his mouth was on Ethan’s erection, and he was blowing him. He was working him so hard the man was begging to cum.

Fuck.

He tasted so good.

Gene couldn’t get past the scent of mate, as it called to that beast in him. It tried to lure him out, a mixture of bodywash, cologne, and natural scent.

In his mind, he prayed he didn’t hurt him.

Too much.

As he forcefully drove Ethan’s dick down his throat, Gene fought tooth-and-nail to stay in control.

And he wasn’t.

He started jerking Ethan off, and when the man came, bucking and shouting, Gene caught the cum in his fist, and did what he knew he couldn’t do.

He lubricated his dick with it.

Abort!

ABORT!

Gene was fighting to not do what he knew was coming, but it was just too much sexiness for him to handle. He was watching a bound Ethan on the bed, and he was spreading his legs for him.

“Take me, Daddy,” he whispered, and that breathy name called to that dark part of Gene.

He said one thing, and he couldn’t keep it in no matter how hard he tried.

“Tala.”

Then, he got into position.

“I’m going to fuck you like you need,” he said. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you so goddamn hard,” he added, and he couldn't believe he was saying it.

It was incomprehensible that he was going to cross that line.

But here he was, Ethan’s cum on his dick, and his intent crystal clear.

“Please,” Ethan whispered, his whole body awash in goosebumps as he was still rock hard, and needed a fucking. “Take my ass!” he hissed, and Gene did.

He fought not to do it, but ultimately, the drugs won.

He.

Slammed.

Home.

But God, did it feel good. Nothing in the world felt as good as driving all of himself into Ethan, and taking his ass like he always craved.

Daddy had his Tala.

All.

Of.

Him.

The whole time he drove in and out of him, Gene was brutal, rough, and didn’t hold back. He was buried in his partner, and Ethan stared up at him, mouth open, and no sounds coming from him.

“FUCK!” Gene raged, and he began taking his body like he always wanted.

He rode him hard.

He watched as his dick slipped in and out of Ethan’s body, filling him and retreating, wet from the man’s collected cum. Gene watched as Ethan came, again and again, and the whole time, he couldn't stop.

He was trapped in that pleasure.

The pleasure of giving and taking.

“MORE,” Ethan demanded, his body giving in to the pleasure as he was taken. He couldn’t get enough, and he never wanted it to stop.

His whole body vibrated with that need, and he knew he was lost in the pleasure.

And he wanted to stay there.

The bucking of his bound body, and the breathy pleading made Gene cum.

AGAIN.

He poured into his lover, and he lubricated his ass even more.

And still, he didn’t stop.

Instead, he got harder, and hornier, if that was even possible. All he wanted to do was fuck, and there was nothing stopping him from taking the man all night.

“God! I need to keep fucking you, Tala. I need to make you mine,” he hissed, jerking his hips so hard that he drove back into Ethan, making him scream.

Sane Gene thought he’d hurt him, but if anything, he just fueled the man’s desire.

When Ethan pulled so hard that the zip ties snapped, setting him free, he was up, legs wrapped around Gene’s hips, as his dick was still in his ass.

They were chest-to-chest, as they both breathed heavily.

“MORE,” Ethan said again, and that was all Snowed-up Gene had to hear.

He wasn’t gentle.

Because for the first time, he didn’t have to be. He could fuck like he loved.

And fuck who he loved.

The bigger man made him bounce, and they fucked that way too, the whole time Gene’s dick staying outrageously hard.

Time seemed to disappear, and before he knew it, Gene was cumming again, and when he let go of Ethan, he shoved him back, and kept riding him.

HARD.

As Ethan was above Gene’s body, he was barebacking the fuck out of him, and he didn’t want to stop.

Ethan moaned, as precum dripped from his dick.

All around Gene, the haze was thicker, and he didn’t care what the man did to his body. He didn’t care if this killed him.

Gene only wanted one thing.

Ethan.

“Fuck!” he shouted, as his lover came, and he jerked off across Gene’s whole body.

Gene got cum on his neck, his chest, and his chin.

And Ethan wasn’t done.

They slipped and slid against each other, both of them getting dirty. Slowly, he kissed his way up Gene’s body, and left his marks all over him.

He left brutal bites marking him, so there would be no doubt what had happened.

Fuckery.

The whole time, Gene bucked from the pleasure and the pain, lost to the eroticism.

He wanted this to never stop.

“More,” he whispered, as Ethan was in control, and Gene was there for the ride.

Instead of even trying to fight it, since it was a losing battle, Gene let go, giving Ethan his whole body.

When his lover straddled his head, he shoved his erection down his throat, and Gene swallowed him whole. He greedily devoured, until Ethan’s dick tickled deep down his throat.

He moaned, the vibration rocking through Ethan’s erection and making him even more desperate to cum again.

So, he face-fucked him.

Raw.

Rough.

And without any restraint.

In that moment, Snow made them animals, and they let that other side out.

As he was beneath him, nothing hurt. In fact, this felt so damn good that Gene never wanted it to stop.

Ever.

When Ethan came without warning, his body bucking, Gene rolled, pressing him to the bed again.

The power switched, and neither cared since they were both getting off, over and over again.

With a jerk of Gene’s hips, he was back in Ethan’s ass, and he was fucking him again.

“Don’t stop,” Ethan whispered. “Oh, God! Don’t stop fucking me!”

And Gene didn’t.

Instead, his hips were on autopilot as he drove himself into his mate. The whole time, he stared down, enjoying his captured prey.

That’s when he saw them.

Ethan’s nipples called to him, and Gene couldn’t say no. There was no denying this wickedness of its pleasure.

So, his mouth wandered.

He found his nipples, and he abused them.

He left them bruised and swollen, as he used them to control the man. Gene forced him to repeatedly shatter apart, spraying cum everywhere.

His back.

The bed.

Hell!

The floor.

Ethan kept cumming, and because Gene couldn’t get enough, thanks to the drugs now in his system, he didn’t even try to stop it.

No.

He rode that desire out.

With Ethan trapped, his body was bucking, and his moans of pleasure, urged Gene on.

He left hickies all over his flesh, some on tattoos, and the rest where they could be seen. With one hand, he held him down, and with the other he brutalized his dick, pumping away as he fucked his ass.

The man below him was lost in the pleasure.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Fill me with your cum!” he screamed, as his body erupted, and Gene kept going, mercilessly fucking him.

Abusing him.

Taking him.

When he pinned him down, he bit him on the neck, to keep the drugged-up man submitting to him.

“Please,” he whispered, staring into Gene’s eyes. “Don’t stop. I need all of you,” he said.

So, Gene gave it to him.

He waited for Ethan to cum again, and for him to explode once more in his ass, then, he pulled out, flipped him over, and took him from behind.

God.

How he’d always wanted to do this to him. Gene always wanted to bend him over, and drive balls deep into Ethan’s perfect ass.

HIS OWNED ASS.

“MINE,” he muttered, as he watched his purple-tinged dick slip into his mate, and his body accepting him.

He roared.

There wasn’t a submissive side of him to be found—only, the dominant one. Maybe it was the drug, or the fact that Ethan went bottom, but this Gene wasn’t taking no for an answer.

As he fucked him, the man was breathing heavily, urging him on.

“Take me!” he begged. “Oh, God! Take me! Fill me with your cum!”

And he did.

Gene erupted again, and there was so much cum in Ethan, it oozed out around his dick.

But still, he wasn’t finished.

There was no way he could pull out and run to give the man space. There was no way he could stop.

Pulling him up to his knees, Gene continued taking him. He landed his hand on his ass, making the man cum from the slap.

That pulled another moan from Ethan.

“Can’t stop,” he whispered, as he then began jerking himself off, harder and harder, desperate to cum. The drugs rode him hard, and Gene rode him harder.