And to think that Ethan was the first guy Beau had ever shared this type of experience with one-on-one… the mere thought had his cock jerking painfully behind the zipper of his jeans. The only thing that could’ve possibly been better was if Ethan had been Beau’s first everything.
Unfortunately, from what he had learned, Zane had received that honor. Sucked that Zane wouldn’t even know what a remarkable gift he’d been given.
But Ethan wasn’t here to think about Zane and Beau. He wanted to be the only man Beau thought about, the only man he ached for. That unfamiliar instinct to pull Beau close and protect him with his life was still there, still lingering in the back of his mind. He wanted to make Beau his. In every fucking way.
Ethan hadn’t felt that way about anyone since...
Forcing the thought away, Ethan focused on the thrill of Beau’s mouth beneath his own, the forceful plunge of his tongue as they battled for dominance. The reassuring squeeze of Beau’s hands on his hips.
Keeping a leash on his hunger, as much as he could anyway, Ethan allowed himself to get lost in the kiss, tasting, exploring. It wasn’t until Beau’s hands connected with the fly of his jeans that he pulled back. Standing on shaky legs, he glanced down his body, watching as Beau’s enormous hands easily worked the button, then the zipper. Within seconds, Beau had freed his cock, the cool air a significant contrast from the heat of Beau’s fingers. The sight of Beau’s tanned hands against his cock had his pulse rate spiking. He’d imagined this, dreamed about it even, but this was even more erotic than anything he could’ve come up with.
When Beau slowly wrapped his hand around his length, Ethan swallowed hard. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, forcing his gaze up to Beau’s face. “Stroke my cock,” he urged softly. He wasn’t going to get carried away, but for the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Beau. The sensation was un-fucking-believable.
It didn’t take long for Beau’s ministrations to become more than he could handle, and Ethan found himself falling over on top of him, forcing him to release his cock. It was that or get carried away.
They were still partially dressed, jeans around their hips, boots still in place, but Ethan couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. As their chests touched, the warmth of Beau invaded his senses. Returning to his mouth, wanting to take his kiss, to own it, Ethan ground his hips against Beau’s, their cocks sliding against one another. Smooth and hot, Beau was rapidly reducing Ethan to nothing more than a horny teenager.
“E,” Beau groaned, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips and pulling him closer. “You feel so good.”
Too good, Ethan thought to himself. At this rate, they would both be spent before they were ever naked.
Forcing himself back, Ethan found the floor, his feet landing with a thud. Without hesitating, he lifted one of Beau’s legs, yanking his boot from his foot before doing the other, all the while he managed to toe off his own boots.
“I need you naked,” Ethan ground out. Like that wasn’t already obvious.
Seconds later, he had rid them both of their clothes, and Ethan found himself standing there, his hand gripping his own cock, stroking slowly as he stared at Beau, trying to memorize every breathtaking plane and angle of his phenomenal body.
It was clear the guy spent hours and hours at the gym. Massive slabs of muscle lined Beau’s chest, his shoulders, his arms. And his thighs. Lord have mercy, the guy’s thighs were like tree trunks. By comparison, Ethan felt smaller although he knew that was hardly the case. And he didn’t mind one fucking bit. The idea of Beau overpowering him, taking him with all of the strength he harbored was enough to make his blood boil.
From Beau’s thick neck, to his wide shoulders, the sexy planes of his solid chest, and the washboard abs, the man was male perfection. Ethan let his gaze linger a little longer, attentively admiring the way Beau had eased his hand between his own legs, stroking his thick cock and fondling his balls.
Meeting Beau’s eyes again, Ethan smiled. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
Beau blushed and the sight had something inside of him snapping. The guy had absolutely no idea how sexy he was. Well, he was about to learn because Ethan was going to show him.
Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, Ethan crawled his way over Beau, pressing open mouthed kisses along his thigh first, then his hip bone, making sure to avoid his rigid cock. The way Beau sucked in a breath had Ethan’s skin tingling.
Making his way farther up Beau’s body, Ethan traced upward over the awe inspiring “V” that led to his huge cock. He then kissed along the center of Beau’s abs, that narrow space between all of those well-defined muscles, higher, continuing upward over his chest, his neck. And when he was fully over him, his knees between Beau’s legs, his cock resting gently against Beau’s, Ethan smiled down at him.