“Oh, fuck,” Beau growled. “Ethan. Oh, shit.”
Ethan immediately stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” Beau reassured him. “Oh, God. Please. Fuck me.” Beau looked him in the eyes, the hunger and need evident in the chocolate brown depths. “I need you inside me. Completely.” Beau’s request was a mere whisper, but Ethan heard him. He heard him to the depth of his soul and he couldn’t refuse this man anything.
Ethan pushed in a little deeper, carefully watching Beau’s expression, determined that he was not going to hurt him. He was just as eager as Beau was, but not if it meant he was going to cause him more than the necessary initial pain.
Excruciatingly long seconds later, Ethan was buried balls deep inside of Beau, but he didn’t withdraw immediately. Hell, he couldn’t move, the pleasure was all-consuming, grabbing him by the balls with it’s intensity. He took a moment to just breathe, admiring the point where he was joined with Beau.
Shifting so that he could hold Beau’s leg up high, he began pumping his hips, not pulling out, simply applying friction. When the hard line of Beau’s mouth softened, Ethan eased back, slowly sliding out until only the head of his cock remained inside.
He repeated the torturous process until Beau began to rock his hips, their eyes locking together once more. Leaning forward, Ethan released Beau’s leg, propping himself over him and plundering his mouth as he began to slowly thrust in and out of him, quickening his pace. It wasn’t long before sweat was beading on his brow and Beau was sliding his large fingers into his hair at the back of his head.
The erotic moans that escaped Beau’s mouth had Ethan increasing the tempo until he was lunging forward deep, retreating slowly, over and over. Faster, harder, until they were both breathing hard, unable to sustain the kiss because the need for oxygen was just too great. Their eyes were locked on one another and something ignited deep in Ethan’s chest.
This. Was. Different.
Right here with Beau, Ethan felt a connection he’d never felt before – not even with Gavin. As though not only was he fucking Beau’s body, but he was also making love to his soul. The two of them the only people in the world. The only thing that mattered was the way their bodies slid together, a sense of fulfillment overwhelming the loneliness that Ethan had felt for so long.
Needing to pull himself back from the unacceptable possibility that he was getting in over his head, Ethan began pounding his hips against Beau, holding himself above him with his arms while Beau gripped his hips, pulling him in deeper with every downstroke.
“Fuck,” Ethan growled. “It’s too good.” Better than anything he could recall and the way Beau’s body gripped him even tighter had Ethan’s breath catching in his chest. Oh, fuck. He was going to…
“Come for me,” Beau urged. “Come inside me, Ethan.”
The way Beau said his name, it was like coming home. Finally, a place to end up that wasn’t empty and desolate, despite all of the fancy furnishings. This was what it meant to feel complete. A man who looked deep into your eyes and connected with your soul.
Ethan wasn’t able to hold out any longer. “Stroke your cock,” he demanded. “I want you to come with me.” Although, Ethan wasn’t sure he could wait long enough for Beau to make that a reality.
Beau gripped his cock with one hand, the back of Ethan’s neck with the other and stared deep into his eyes. Ethan began slamming into him, the friction and heat of Beau’s extraordinary body taking him higher than he thought possible.
“I’m gonna come,” Ethan said, biting his bottom lip, praying that Beau was close. “Come for me. Come with me.”
The deep growl that emanated from Beau’s chest sent a shiver igniting at the base of Ethan’s spine and racing upward at lightning fast speeds. Beau’s hand stilled, his cock jerked and spilled semen onto his rigidly defined stomach at the same time Ethan erupted in his ass. His entire body was consumed by sensation, a strange feeling that he was floating overpowering him until he could barely hold himself up any longer.
Beau’s arms wrapped around him, and Ethan realized he’d collapsed onto Beau’s chest, the sticky warmth of Beau’s cum coating his stomach. They were both breathing heavy. Ethan knew he should move. He knew he was supposed to detach himself from this man, to keep that well implemented distance between them, but he couldn’t find the energy – nor the inclination – to move.
By the time the world stopped spinning, Ethan had no idea how much time had passed, but the light stroke of Beau’s callused fingers down his back was soothing him into sleep and he wasn’t quite ready for that.