Ethan (Alluring Indulgence) (23 page)

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Ethan
didn’t rush Beau, didn’t beg, didn’t plead – although he wanted to. He was
absolutely enraptured by the man. Everything he did seemed to be with the
utmost care and attention, not to mention curiosity. Beau worked his body into
a frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known, and Ethan knew that in itself
should’ve scared him, but for some reason he felt safe with Beau. He could’ve
told Beau that having him there right at that moment was all he needed. But he
didn’t. He couldn’t.

Hell,
he could barely speak as it was.

Watching
Beau, noting his tentative movements, the way he studied him was fucking hot as
hell. Knowing he was the first man Beau had ever been with in this capacity was
thrilling and wondrous, and he wasn’t just referring to the sex. The intimacy
was what Ethan had noted. The closeness he felt with Beau brought out his
possessive instincts, making him want to hide Beau away for the rest of their
days and ensure that he was the only man who would ever get this close to him.

It
scared him senseless, but the emotional sensations were almost stronger than
the physical ones, and it was more than he could handle. He forced the thoughts
away because it was too much for him to contemplate what that actually meant.

When
Beau shut off the water, grabbing one of the towels from the cabinet before
returning to dry him off, he thought he might just slide into a puddle on the
tiled floor right along with the remaining water.

“Tonight,
it’s my turn,” Beau reminded him, cupping his face as he stared back at him.

Ethan
nodded, unsure what to say. He was putty in Beau’s hands, something that had
never happened to him before.

Once
they were back in the bedroom, Ethan allowed Beau to lead him to the bed. This
time there was no brief, although very satisfying, detour. It was a straight
shot and Ethan followed, trying not to run.

“On
the bed,” Beau instructed and a full body shiver wracked Ethan, making his
scalp tingle. The bold yet gentle sound of Beau’s voice made his dick hum with
anticipation.

It
took Ethan a moment to get his legs to fully cooperate, but once he did, he
managed to situate himself in the center of the bed, propping himself up on
pillows as he grinned back at Beau. The man was sex personified, and the
astonishing part, he had absolutely no idea. Every move he made was grace laced
with power, barely restrained energy that made his entire body flex and strain
so beautifully.

Sexy
as fuck.

Beau
returned his smile before climbing up on the bed between his legs and instantly
lowering his mouth to Ethan’s cock and damn near blowing his mind with the
warmth that engulfed him. His hands once again gripped Beau’s tousled blond
hair, holding him tight in an effort to hang on.

“Feels
so good,” he said on a groan, wanting to ensure he told Beau everything he was
feeling. He could see the hesitancy in his dark brown gaze, could feel the
tentative touch of his hands. Beau knew what he wanted to do, but Ethan got the
impression he was unsure of himself.

Beau’s
body tensed ever so slightly and then he was once again sucking Ethan’s cock
into the furnace of his mouth. Hard then soft, soft then hard, over and over
until Ethan was ready to explode. He held off for as long as he could, intently
focused on Beau’s ministrations until he couldn’t take anymore. “Stop. God,
stop! I don’t want to come yet.”

Beau
jerked up, staring back at him, and Ethan had to smile. “Whatever you want,”
Ethan said softly, calming himself with deep breaths. “Do it. Just don’t make
me come yet. I need to feel your touch, your mouth, your hands. All over me.
All night.”

Beau
kneeled once again, sliding his hands down the inside of Ethan’s thighs and his
body caught fire, flames licking at his balls from the gentle caress of Beau’s
callused fingers against his skin. “Anything?”

“Yes,
fuck, anything.” Ethan’s back tightened as Beau pushed his legs open slightly.

“Turn
over.”

Ethan
stared back at Beau for a moment but then rolled over onto his stomach, his
head buried in the pillow.

Beau’s
mouth clasped onto the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, and he moaned.
Reaching down, he gripped Beau’s thigh with one hand, needing to hold on to
him, to feel his bare skin in his palm as he grounded himself in the moment. It
was too good.

As
Beau’s tongue trailed over his back, Ethan realized he was outlining the tattoo
he’d gotten several years ago -
This above all: to thine ownself be true.
He’d gotten the words etched in his skin as a reminder to himself, but it
hadn’t helped. As much as he wanted to embrace who he was, to be content with
himself and his life, Ethan had never accomplished his goal. He’d lived his
life in denial, and up until now, he thought he was ok with it.

That
was until Beau had walked into his life and turned it upside down and inside
out. Now, no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about the
what if
s.
And every last one of them included Beau.

“Fuck!”
Ethan groaned when Beau’s mouth trailed down the center of his back, his firm
grip on his hips easing lower, lower still.

Awww,
hell.

Ethan’s
entire body tightened when Beau slid his tongue down the crack of his ass,
using his hands to separate his ass cheeks. It was… the most remarkable feeling
and even though Beau had just done that in the shower, Ethan was eager for
more. The way he aroused the oversensitive skin made Ethan shudder.

Gripping
the pillow beneath his head, Ethan buried his face deeper as his body soared to
new heights. He began rocking his hips backward, forcing Beau’s wicked tongue
inside of him.

“Beau,”
Ethan moaned, turning his head so he could breathe. “Beau, fuck. I need to feel
you.”

“I’m
right here, baby,” Beau growled before teasing him with his tongue, then his
finger. Deeper.

Oh…
fucking shit, son of a bitch!

Beau’s
finger eased inside of him, twisted and then…

“Oh,
hell. Oh, fuck.” Ethan’s body tensed painfully, the exquisite torture consuming
him from the inside out, forcing him closer and closer to the edge although he
was fighting back with all of his might.

Where
did Beau learn to do that? He was pressing inside, hitting the exact spot that
had him seeing stars, his body shaking from the potency of it. It wasn’t very
often that he’d had his prostate massaged with a finger, but obviously Beau was
trying to make him delirious. He told his hips to pull away, but they had a
mind of their own as he thrust back against Beau’s hand, forcing that
exhilarating sensation to engulf him altogether.

“Beau,
I need you inside me. Don’t…” Taking a deep breath, Ethan willed his body under
control, but he was losing his grip faster than he thought possible. “Don’t
make me come. Fuck!”

Ethan
wanted Beau inside of him. Fucking him until he didn’t even know his own name.

Pulling
away was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he wasn’t willing to come. Not
yet. This was Beau’s first time, and it meant something to Ethan for them to be
right there together.

Beau
crawled up over him, and Ethan sucked in air, trying to calm his rioting
hormones.

“Condom,”
Beau whispered, and Ethan pointed toward the nightstand beside the bed.

“Lube’s
in there too. Oh, and Beau…”

“Yeah?”

“Hurry.”

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Making
Ethan lose control was now at the top of Beau’s list of things to do. Every
single day.

Having
the freedom to explore his body was the most erotic thing he’d ever
experienced. Being able to bring him pleasure was like a salve to his soul.
Never had he known anything like it before.

Having
only been involved in threesomes where the woman was usually with Zane, Beau
had gotten used to being there for pleasure only, but never had he received
that sort of satisfaction from the act. There was certainly something to be
said about giving, rather than receiving, but Beau had never realized the
monumental meaning behind those words until today.

Grabbing
a condom and the bottle of lubrication sitting by the already opened box, Beau
knelt on the bed behind Ethan. With hurried hands, he slid the latex over his
iron hard erection, careful so that he didn’t go off like a rocket from his own
hand. Using the pump-action bottle, Beau coated his cock, his hand and then
applied more lube directly to Ethan’s asshole. He proceeded to massage the lube
into Ethan’s tight hole, before sliding his body over Ethan’s once more.

If
it hadn’t been for his cock begging for release, Beau would’ve been satisfied
to drive Ethan to orgasm with his fingers thrusting in and out of his ass. He
picked up the pace briefly, loving Ethan’s groans and grunts as he tried to
force Beau deeper, despite his request not to send him over. Withdrawing his
fingers, Beau gripped his own shaft at the base, stemming the overwhelming urge
to come just from watching Ethan’s reactions.

“Turn
over,” Beau urged, holding himself up so that Ethan had room to move.

Once
Ethan was on his back, Beau settled between his legs again, staring down at his
lover. The man was breathtaking. Every move, every sound, every look.

“Inside
me. Now.” Ethan’s demand left no room for argument.

Beau
shifted, leaning forward and propping himself up with one arm while he
positioned his cock at Ethan’s entrance. His muscles tensed in an effort to
take things slow.

“Slow,
baby,” Ethan crooned and Beau met his gaze, his heart swelling from the term of
endearment. Why he had the feeling that Ethan didn’t use that word often, he
had no idea. And why it made him feel like he was ten feet tall and bullet
proof was beyond him as well.

Pressing
the head of his cock against Ethan’s well-lubed asshole, Beau sucked in a sharp
breath. “Fuck,” he breathed out heavily. “You’re so tight.”

Ethan’s
hands came down to rest on Beau’s thighs, and the contact was so gentle, so
caring, he was hard pressed to continue. It took several long seconds before
Beau managed to breach the tight ring of muscles, and when he did, he was
barely breathing, the tight sheath of Ethan’s body swathing him with molten
heat.

“Come
here,” Ethan whispered, lifting his arms up and welcoming Beau closer. “I want
to feel every part of you against me.”

Beau
wanted that too.

When
he was hovering above Ethan, their eyes locked together while he began to
slowly rock inside of his body, he wasn’t sure he was going to last for more
than a few seconds.

“You
feel so good,” Ethan groaned, his head tilting back.

Beau
pressed his lips to Ethan’s throat and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his
body consume him. Easing his hips forward, Beau slid in as deep as he could
before retreating gradually. Repeating the motion over and over until his body
was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his bottom lip probably punctured because
he’d been biting it in an attempt to hold off his release.

“Tell
me that you’ve never done this before,” Ethan said, his hands moving up to cup
Beau’s face.

His
eyes opened and he met the passionate blue gaze of the most striking man he’d
ever known. “I’ve never…”

“Tell
me,” Ethan demanded, his voice more urgent. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’ve
never done this before.” And Beau wasn’t just talking about the fact that he’d
never slid into the warm depths of a man before. He was speaking on a much
deeper level, but he wasn’t going to let Ethan know that. As it was, Beau
wasn’t sure how the words came out because he felt like he was floating,
hovering in the clouds, watching what was happening from a distant perch but
basking in every single glorious sensation. It was the most electrifying
feeling in the world to be with this man.

“It’s
incredible,” Beau whispered. “So fucking good.”

Ethan
gripped his chin, and Beau realized he’d closed his eyes again.

“Look
at me.”

Beau
fought the urge to let the friction consume him, to take him away. He burrowed
deeper, thrusting his hips forward, sliding into Ethan’s white-hot heat until
he couldn’t go farther.

“I’ve
never known anything like this.”

Beau’s
eyes widened. He wouldn’t have been more surprised if Ethan had whispered that
he loved him. And he didn’t need to hear the words because the emotion that
caused Ethan’s voice to tremble told him everything that words couldn’t.

He
swallowed hard, unable to speak because he knew if he opened his mouth, he
would say those words. He would scare Ethan to the point of retreat and right
then and there, Beau wanted this moment to last for eternity.

“Harder,
baby,” Ethan groaned, his hands sliding down his back to grip his ass.

Beau’s
hips bucked, driving him in hard. Ethan maintained eye contact as Beau let
himself go, trying to go slow at first. He was buried in Ethan’s ass, and he
was so overwhelmed that he wasn’t sure how he managed to hang on to that last
remnant of his control because the urge to pound into him began to intensify.