“Touch me,” Ethan whispered. “Please.”
There was no way Beau could refuse him, even if he was the one who was holding the reins.
Sliding his palms down Ethan’s slick chest, he absorbed every ridge of muscle through his smooth skin, memorizing the feel of him. His chest was wide, the muscles solid. As he moved lower, he leaned in, pressing his mouth to Ethan’s stubble shadowed jaw before gliding his lips down his neck, over his collarbone, then his chest, taking a moment to tease one nipple the way Ethan had done to him the day before.
When Ethan groaned, Beau’s body perked up, eager to please him in every way.
Working his way down Ethan, Beau lowered himself to his knees until he was eye level with Ethan’s beautiful cock. He dared to look up, wanting to see the expression on Ethan’s face. The bliss he saw there made his cock throb.
Returning his attention to his task, Beau gripped Ethan’s long, thick shaft, stroking slowly, mesmerized by the man’s sexy body. When Ethan’s legs loosened, his body relaxing into the wall, Beau inched forward, darting his tongue out to lick the glistening tip of Ethan’s cock. The deep, guttural moan that rumbled up from Ethan’s chest was a reward all in itself. Keeping his eyes locked on Ethan’s face, Beau stroked him slowly, the water easing his way.
Without further thought, Beau leaned in and sucked the engorged head into his mouth, swirled his tongue slowly around the bulbous tip before pulling him deep into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Ethan growled, his fingers sliding into Beau’s hair, sending shards of sensation coursing down his spine. “Beau.”
Beau loved the way Ethan said his name. Wanted to hear it again and again.
He continued to work Ethan’s cock with slow, deep pulls of his mouth, taking him deeper, sucking him harder, keeping his movements controlled. He wasn’t rushing this. He wanted to savor every taste, every sound from Ethan. He’d relive this moment time and time again in his dreams he was sure.
“That’s it,” Ethan groaned. “Suck me just like that. Slow.”
Beau released Ethan’s cock with an audible “pop” before sliding his tongue down the underside as he stroked with one hand, the other planted solidly on Ethan’s muscular thigh. He reveled in the way the muscles bunched as Ethan tried to get Beau where he wanted him.
Dipping down, Beau lifted Ethan’s dick and then laved his balls with his tongue, one then the other before returning and sucking each one into his mouth. He remembered the way Ethan had done it, the moist heat driving him wild and he was bound and determined to push Ethan just a little further.
“Fuck yes, Beau. God, your mouth is so good.” Ethan’s raspy tenor slid over him, enveloping him like a physical caress.
He continued to torment Ethan leisurely, enjoying the raw sounds, the sharp sting in his scalp as Ethan’s fingers tugged roughly but sensually. After long minutes, he pulled back, letting Ethan’s cock slide out from his lips, but keeping his hand tightly around him, stroking gently.
Using his free hand, Beau gripped Ethan’s hip and stared up at him. “Turn around.”
To Ethan’s credit, he didn’t ask questions, just turned around to face the wall, his cock jerking ever so slightly in Beau’s hand.
When Ethan’s perfectly sculpted ass was in front of Beau, he released Ethan’s dick and gripped both of his hips in his hands, holding him still and pressing his mouth to one strong, muscled cheek, then the other.
Sliding his hands down and over Ethan’s ass, Beau continued to memorize him by touch, loving the way Ethan’s muscles bunched and flexed beneath his hands.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Ethan groaned as he pushed his ass back toward Beau.
“That’s the plan,” Beau laughed, gripping Ethan’s ass tightly before separating his ass cheeks and sliding his finger down the crease until he found his puckered hole.
“Fuck!” Ethan moaned, pushing back, obviously trying to impale himself on Beau’s finger.
Beau had other ideas.
He remembered what Ethan had done to him, the way he’d ravished his ass with his tongue and he wanted to return the pleasure. Pulling him back so that he was farther from the wall, Beau then put one hand on Ethan’s back, forcing him to bend over.
“Now don’t move.”
“No promises,” Ethan responded with a laugh, followed promptly by a tortured groan when Beau went to work on him with his tongue. He alternated between fucking his ass with his tongue and nipping his ass cheeks until Ethan was writhing and thrusting back against him, his moans shattering the otherwise silence of the bathroom.