“Well, first one naked gets to decide,” Ethan dared.
Beau pulled away abruptly, toeing off his boots in a rush before sliding his pants down his legs and stepping out of them.
Ethan glanced down. “Socks?”
“Shit.”
He watched as Beau hopped on one leg, then the other, removing his socks before standing upright once more.
“You’re still dressed,” Beau said smoothly, although slightly confused.
“Looks like you get to choose,” Ethan told him with an answering smile. He really didn’t care who won because, as far as he was concerned, as long as he could have Beau, naked or otherwise, he was the winner.
When Beau linked their fingers together and began leading him toward the stairs, Ethan’s heart picked up a rapid tattoo in his chest. He wondered if that’s how Beau had felt moments ago when it finally sank in that they were actually married.
Before he could ask him, they were at the top of the stairs, and Ethan stopped suddenly.
The room was lit with candles of all shapes and sizes, casting a soft golden glow across everything, including the bed which had been turned back as though they were at a hotel for the evening.
“Who did this?” Ethan asked, releasing Beau’s hand and going to work on removing his own shirt.
“If I had to guess, I’d say Kylie and Zoey.”
That would’ve been Ethan’s first guess too. His sisters-in-law were sneaky like that. They were also thoughtful because as Ethan stared around the room, he couldn’t imagine a more perfect scene for tonight.
Taking Beau’s hand again, he moved closer to the bed.
“What the fuck is that?” Beau exclaimed.
Ethan glanced back at Beau to see what he was looking at. That’s when his attention was drawn to the headboard. He let out a resounding laugh as he noticed the ropes tied perfectly to the sides.
“Looks like I get to tie you up tonight,” Ethan said as he forced his pants down his legs and then stepped out of them.
Now that they were equally naked, Ethan was suddenly tired of wasting time.
“Bed,” Ethan directed Beau and to his utter surprise, Beau moved swiftly.
Ethan admired Beau’s tight ass as he crawled on all fours into the center of the bed. “Don’t move,” he said quickly.
Without trying to be overly aggressive, Ethan climbed up behind him on the bed, sliding his hands up the inside of Beau’s spread thighs. He moved slowly, teasing more than fondling until he reached the heavy sac that hung between Beau’s thick legs. Gently kneading his balls, Ethan leaned forward and pressed kisses to Beau’s perfectly sculpted ass.
“I like this position,” Ethan told him as he reached around Beau with one hand, gripping his cock softly and brushing up and down the length with featherlight strokes. He continued until Beau was moaning and trying to push into his hands.
Ethan was just about to give in when he found himself flat on his back in a move that happened so fast, his head was spinning from it.
Laughing, Beau stared down at him. “If I remember correctly, I’m the one who was naked first, therefore, I get to decide what happens.”
Ethan was game for that. Hell, Ethan was up for anything this man had to offer him. He watched as Beau leaned over and grabbed the rope that was attached to the headboard.
Ok, wait. Maybe he wasn’t up for anything.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Ethan asked as Beau began strapping the wrist cuff attached to the end of the rope to Ethan’s arm.
“I’m going to have my wicked way with you.” Beau briefly glanced at Ethan’s face, but realized he wasn’t fighting him, so he had to assume his statement was for show.
Once the man learned what Beau had in mind for him, he knew Ethan wouldn’t be complaining. He might be begging though because Beau had every intention of tormenting him the same way Ethan had done to him.
It didn’t take long to get his arms secured in place, and that’s when Beau moved down to kneel between Ethan’s legs, his eyes riveted to Ethan’s rigid cock laying on his belly.
Making sure he kept his hands off of him, Beau leaned forward and ran his tongue over the taut sac between Ethan’s thighs and then up the stiff length of his erection. He repeated the motion several times until Ethan was writhing beneath him.
“Fuck!” Ethan growled.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with mock concern.
“You’re killing me.”
“No, I’m pleasuring you,” he assured him. “There’s a difference.”
On the next trip up the length of Ethan’s cock, Beau continued, trailing his tongue over Ethan’s stomach and making a path to his nipple. Once there, he laved the brown disc with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth, causing Ethan to arch beneath him. He did the same to the opposite side before kissing a trail further up to Ethan’s mouth.