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

It was when Gene pulled his dick from his ass, and rimmed him that Ethan erupted, jerking off all over the bed.

The feeling was indescribable.

His whole world tipped when Gene rolled him, found his mouth with his, and shared his cum with him.

Even then, the beast still wasn’t satiated as the bigger man’s hands were everywhere.

Blackhawk bucked.

“Don’t stop!” he demanded, unable to end the sexual frenzy. His body tingled, and he was aching to cum again. Yes, his balls hurt, but, more than anything, he needed them empty.

He fought to get onto Gene, and slipped him back into his body as the man moaned from beneath him.

He rode him for what felt like hours.

Gene just kept cumming and cumming, begging for more. He never wanted it to stop, and this became the only thing he craved.

The two of them were a mess.

They were covered with cum, marked up, and still lost in the fuckery.

“Cumming,” Ethan said, jerking off as he kept bouncing.

Once more, they were pulled into that storm.

“FUCK!” Gene shouted, his body bucking as he came, too, again filling his lover.

Time flickered, and he didn’t know how he got to the bathroom, but he grabbed his belt, and Ethan’s from the floor in there.

Then, he was back in bed, binding the man to the headboard.

This time so he didn’t escape.

With a hard-on driving the bus, Gene needed to feel Ethan’s body swallowing his.

When he got him helpless, he enjoyed his body, as Ethan begged him to set him free so he could touch him. The bound man begged to lick the cum from him.

To put more on him.

But instead, Gene ignored him.

That single focus needed one thing. Gene satisfied the need that had been building in him. For MONTHS , he’d wanted the man’s ass, and now, he got it. Now, it was his.

“Daddy,” he whispered, as Gene made him cum again as he used his mouth, fingers, and dick.

Blackhawk’s body kept bucking as his own cum dripped from the tip of his cock.

It was too big of a lure.

Gene devoured him, swallowing even more cum as he drained Ethan’s balls dry.

Or tried to.

The man was non-stop humping the air, begging for some place to put his cock.

And Gene had a place in mind.

Sharing was caring.

So, he straddled his mate’s lap, and slid down Ethan’s perpetually hard dick, filling his own ass.

Gene moaned.

It was incredible.

The whole time, he used Ethan’s body, enjoying how he felt trapped and his. He used his dick for what seemed like hours.

The whole time, Ethan begged.

And came.

And came.

And CAME!

Still, Gene couldn’t stop. He was out of control, and he wasn’t thinking about Ethan’s needs, but instead, his own. He filled his desires, and kept taking.

When his lover came in his ass, Ethan stayed hard, so Gene kept riding him.

brUTALLY.

From his position below him, Ethan was watching him, his pupils were blown out, and his body still needed more.

“Set me free,” he begged. “I need to fuck you!”

That made Gene shake.

Oh, he wanted that.

And more.

Well, drugged up Gene never wanted this to end, and he was willing to do whatever it took.

When Gene finally released him, Ethan didn’t try to fuck him. Instead, he crawled over his lap, wiggling his ass to entice him.

And Gene gave him what he wanted.

He spanked him, making the man cum from rubbing against his lap as his ass was punished. He marked his cheeks, and enjoyed it the entire time.

“Please fuck me,” Ethan whispered. “Never stop fucking me!”

Well, ask and he would receive.

Gene rolled, and he pinned Ethan facedown as he invaded his ass again, riding him hard into the bed.

There were shouts of pleasure.

Pain.

Begging.

And Gene didn’t care.

He was going to fuck him until someone passed out. He was going to take what was his, and enjoy his body. When Gene dropped the belt around Ethan’s neck, he used it like a leash to control him as he took his ass.

His cheeks were bright red, and there was cum dripping as it lubricated his thighs.

And still, he kept going.

Pulling on the belt, Ethan gasped, and came so hard his body shook. There was a shout of pleasure, and eruption of cum.

The whole time, Gene kept fucking him, taking his ass in abandon. He was fucking like he did when he didn’t care about the person.

Like a one-night stand.

He was fucking Ethan like he’d never see him again, and the freedom to be as rough as he needed—to take what he craved—shoved him over the edge.

They both exploded.

Together, they tumbled, Gene’s dick still buried in him, as he lay over his body.

And for the first time in hours, neither moved.

Instead, they both went under in a Snow covered, exhausted sleep.

* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *

Same Place

Two Hours Later

Sunday

Two A.M.

When the bed moved, Gene struggled to open his eyes. Above him, Ethan was staring down at him. When he moved, a cheek brushed against his dick.

Revived from their little nap, Ethan was back to it, and as his hands wandering his body, Gene couldn’t move.

He.

Was.

Spent.

Or so he hoped and prayed.

Wordlessly, Gene watched the man he loved, and Ethan was still lost in the Snow haze.

From the context clues, Gene knew that they’d gotten incredibly wild.

Well, at least no one was dead.

There was that.

“EJ,” he whispered, as his lover bit him on the neck, making him moan in pleasure. “Yes,” he whispered, as he felt him shaking his ass to entice him in.

How he could still want more…it was incomprehensible, but here he was, sobering up from Snow, and still being captivated by the man.

As his lover slipped him into his body, taking him to the base, Gene enjoyed the show.

There was a sexy, abused man above him, with hickies everywhere.

And they looked good on him.

As for Gene, he was tingling everywhere, and he knew that he was coming out of the drugging.

He could rationalize, again, and his first thought was that Ethan was safe.

Unharmed.

Well, in that case…

Gene watched his lover use him, and the entire time, he enjoyed it.

No, he loved it.

They’d definitely gotten wild since Ethan was marked up, and so was he.

“Work my dick,” Gene muttered, as the love of his life bounced, undulated, and did exactly that. “I love your body,” he whispered, as his lover jerked himself off, and came.

“Oh, God,” Ethan whispered. “Can’t stop. I need your cum,” he begged. “Please fuck me,” he whispered.

When he got off of him, Gene rolled, and he had very little left in him.

The drugs were almost out of his system, but he wanted one for the road. They were going to have to deal with the fallout later, but for now…

He had ass to claim.

Again.

Taking Ethan’s hips in his hands, he directed his erection into his ass. He slipped in without any issue, proving they’d fucked a lot.

He could see the clock, and it had been three hours since the melee had started.

What was one more fuck in the grand scheme of things?

Taking his ass, he let his balls slap against Ethan’s as he went deep, taking what was his.

Blackhawk moaned, and glanced over his shoulder at him. The whole time, Gene was focused on the wetness of his dick, and how perfect this felt.

“Yesssssss,” he whispered, as Ethan pushed back against him, filling him.

“Oh, God! Yes! Daddy! Fuck me!” he begged, taking it all in.

Gene pulled him up, and he used the belt still dangling around his neck to control him.

“Who owns your ass?” he whispered as Ethan’s back was pressed to his chest.

He shuddered from the pleasure.

“You do,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Gene’s big hand wrapped around Ethan’s erection, and he wasn’t as hard as he’d been.

Someone else was coming down from the drug high now too.

Trying to shove him over the edge, Gene jerked him off as he filled him.

When Ethan exploded, the visual of them copulating in the mirror threw Gene from the edge. Just when he thought he couldn’t, he did.

He.

Came.

Hard.

Together, they both tumbled to the bed, exhausted. As Ethan closed his eyes, Gene surveyed the chaos.

There was a belt around Ethan’s neck, marks all over his body, and cum everywhere.

There were broken zip ties on the headboard, and general chaos.

Shit.

They’d destroyed the room. It looked like an orgy of ten people had played in there.

Because he needed to put space between them to let Ethan sleep, Gene pushed off of the bed and moved into the bathroom.

When he turned on the light, he got a good look at his body.

The hickies looked as if he’d gone a few rounds with an octopus. Despite that, his dick was still up, but he was able to control the urges that were still there.

Now, the aftermath was haunting him. Gene had been buried in Ethan, and he’d not been gentle.

Not.

Even.

Close.

Would he remember in the morning?

Would he be upset at what happened?

Staring out at the bed, Ethan was facedown, his body only moving from breathing.

At that moment, he had to take care of them. They needed to get home.

Greyson was likely worried, and Corbin was at their place.

Finding the strength to push on, Gene washed up before he gathered all of their clothing, careful not to touch Ethan’s shirt with his fingers.

The towels, his shirt, and anything that might have come in contact with Snow were all shoved into a duffle bag, and tossed in the trash.

Then, he cleaned up the best he could, but that bed…

Yeah, housekeeping was going to know what had happened there. The only thing he was grateful for was that he doubted the room was in his name.

The CIA had a mess to clean up.

Or Gabe and the FBI.

Since they’d each brought a go bag in case they had to change out of all black recon gear, they at least had clothes to wear.

Getting into a pair of jeans, he pulled on a sweater and his socks and boots. Then, he got some of Ethan’s clothes out. Here came the difficult part.

“EJ,” he said, touching his leg.

His hips began humping the bed as he was still aroused, but just had zero left in him.

When he came again, his body shook.

“We have to get home,” he admitted. “We’ll be safer in the condo.”

At his voice, recognition dawned.