And for all of these months, he had been aching for Ethan.
“Forgive me if I say I like the idea of you practically being a virgin,” Ethan said roughly, their tongues still dancing against one another.
Beau knew he was a far cry from a virgin in the literal sense, but when it came to this experience that rocked him to the depth of his soul, he felt as though he’d never had sex before with anyone.
Sliding his hands up to cup Ethan’s head more soundly, Beau pulled his mouth closer until their lips were grinding against one another, their tongues dueling as they attempted to get closer.
Ethan was the first one to pull away this time and Beau stood before him, staring into his eyes, his chest heaving with an attempt to suck air into his lungs.
“If this is moving too fast for you,” Ethan began, “just tell me.”
Fast? Hell, Beau felt like they were running in quicksand, trying to gain traction to go somewhere but never quite moving. Beau shook his head, unable to find words. He was anxious to get closer to Ethan. A lot closer.
Before he knew what was happening, Ethan had linked their fingers together and was leading him toward an intricate steel staircase. Trying to pretend he wasn’t incredibly nervous, or overly excited, Beau followed behind him, relishing the feel of Ethan’s warm hand against his own.
When they hit the first landing where the staircase turned and went the opposite direction, Ethan stopped suddenly, shoving Beau against the glass window, his immense body pressing into him, their mouths once again fused together. Beau slid his hand behind Ethan’s head, gently cradling him as he let his fingers slide through the short, silky hair at his nape.
This man stole his breath.
When Ethan’s hands reached for his belt buckle, Beau held Ethan’s head, refusing to break the connection, unsure whether or not he was going to end up in a puddle on the floor at any moment. As Ethan devoured his mouth, Beau gave back as good as he got, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of Ethan’s hands as he lowered his zipper.
When Ethan managed to free Beau’s cock from his jeans, he was almost positive his ability to remain upright was about to be robbed from him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his head thumping against the glass he was pressed up against. “Fuck. Ethan.”
Beau’s entire body was strung tight as a bow, the various sensations mixing into one and he prayed he’d be able to keep himself together. He damn sure didn’t want it to end just yet but if Ethan continued to massage his cock with skilled, measured strokes, he wasn’t going to be able to promise him anything.
“Does that feel good?” Ethan asked, his lips lingering on Beau’s neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along the sensitive skin.
“God, yes.” Better than good. “Ethan,” he moaned.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” Ethan said, his lips leaving trails of blazing fire along his throat as his thumb stroked over the sensitive head of his cock, making him crazy. “I’ve fantasized about what you taste like, how hot you’ll be in my mouth. But before I get to that, I’m going to take my time.”
“If you’re expecting this to last, you might wanna slow down now.” The words sounded strangled coming out as he fought for air and Beau couldn’t even open his eyes, the feeling was so intense.
Ethan chuckled, the vibrations sending additional shards of pleasure coursing through him.
Beau managed to force his eyes open so he could look to see what was at the top of the stairs. He wanted to go up there. Whatever it was, he prayed he’d have the option of sitting down because… “Fucking hell.”
One of Ethan’s hands had slipped beneath his shirt, the rough pads of his fingers scraping over his skin, moving higher until Ethan was pinching his nipple.
“I want to taste you. All of you,” Ethan said as he stared back at him, his hand still beneath his shirt as he forced it upward. “Take this off.”
Beau didn’t argue, just gripped a handful of his shirt behind his head and pulled it up and off. When Ethan’s breath caught, Beau’s body tightened even more. Returning his gaze to Ethan’s face, the approving look had Beau once again searching for air.
Ethan’s hands returned to his chest, his palms flat as he trailed them downward over his pecs, his abs, and then returning to his cock.
“E, I can’t take much more,” he warned him.
“We’re just getting started,” Ethan said confidently, his mouth latching onto his nipple as soon as the words were out.
“That’s what you think,” Beau groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He wanted this to last forever, but at this rate, he was going to come in Ethan’s hand. And as much as he liked that idea, he knew he had to exert just a minimal amount of control.