Ethan was still palming the wall when Beau returned, the heat of his body easing the sizzle of anger in his veins. He waited, holding his breath to see what was going to happen, and when Beau leaned in close, his warm breath against his ear, a shiver raced down Ethan’s spine.
Fucking hell.
Beau nipped his ear, a shockwave of pleasure/pain bolting through him as his dick spiked to attention. “What the fuck was that for?” he asked, trying to sound appalled, but unable to disguise the hunger that fueled him.
“No talking,” Beau said gruffly, his hands reaching around to unhook Ethan’s belt. Within seconds, Beau had Ethan’s cock freed from the prison of his jeans. Letting his head fall back, Ethan relaxed against Beau’s body as he stroked him.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” Beau said, his grip firm and unyielding on Ethan’s throbbing dick.
Ethan couldn’t form a rational thought as the pleasure consumed him. Rocking his hips forward, he tried to increase the friction against Beau’s skilled hand, but the man held all of the power, keeping his release just out of reach.
“Beau,” Ethan moaned, reaching around and gripping Beau’s thighs with each hand, holding on for dear life as the sensations assaulted him tenfold.
“Say it again,” Beau whispered against his ear.
“Beau.” Ethan would say his name all day if Beau would continue doing what he was doing. He loved the feel of him, the safety he felt in his arms, the irresistible urge to give himself over to him for safe keeping.
He had never felt that way before. Never.
Just when he thought he was going to find some relief in the spontaneous hand job, Beau shifted, twisting them so that Ethan was facing the desk. He had to brace himself with his hands to keep from face planting on the top when Beau forced him forward.
“Fuck,” Ethan grumbled when Beau released him, shoving his jeans down to his knees.
There was a rough edge to Beau's movements, and Ethan wondered whether he was doing it for Ethan’s benefit or because that’s what the moment warranted. For some reason, he hoped for a little of both.
Ethan didn’t turn to look behind him, but from the sound of it, Beau was freeing his cock. Ethan prayed that’s what he was doing because he needed something more. He heard the sound of foil ripping and his dick pulsed in anticipation.
Beau reached around him and pulled open the desk drawer. What was…? Holy shit, the man had stashed a tube of lubrication in the office. The fact that he had planned this made Ethan burn that much hotter.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Beau asked from directly behind him once again.
“Fuck me,” Ethan moaned, leaning forward as he shoved some of the mismatched parts out of the way, a few of them crashing to the tiled floor.
Beau’s fingers slid between the crack of his ass, penetrating him instantly and making him sway from the glorious friction that erupted inside him. But Beau didn’t allow him time to get acclimated to the wondrous feeling of being fucked by his fingers before his hand disappeared and Beau plunged his cock inside of him. The initial thrust had Ethan’s breath hitching in his throat.
When Beau leaned forward, not moving an inch, Ethan searched for his hands and tangled their fingers together against the desk, holding onto Beau because he needed the security of him. The anger was subsiding, being replaced with an emotion much scarier. He knew what he was feeling for Beau wasn’t purely sexual, although having him this close, feeling the heat of his body, the sensual invasion of his cock, only stirred the pot of emotions that were continuing to grow.
Beau moved his hips, pulling out and sliding back inside until Ethan moaned from the sheer ecstasy of it. “Beau,” he groaned his name, keeping himself in the moment.
“Feel good?” Beau asked, his voice gruff with what sounded a lot like need.
“Yes,” Ethan confirmed. “Fuck me.” The plea came out tortured, very similar to the way Ethan felt on the inside most days. He had never considered how difficult it was to keep himself closed off to everyone because he’d gotten so adept at doing it. Until Beau.
Until Beau waltzed into his life and pulled him right out of the shadows where he kept himself securely hidden. He felt exposed in more ways than one, but more so when they were like this.
“Fuck me,” Ethan ground out, practically begging as he shoved his hips against Beau, trying to get back to an even playing field. He was not going to give in to the emotion. Not going to let the anger morph into something else. This was what he needed, what he was familiar with, and Beau was willing to give him this.
Beau pulled back slowly, his warmth disappearing from his back, but strong, firm hands gripped Ethan’s hips moments before Beau slammed back into him. From that point on, Ethan got lost in Beau, letting the pleasure build again, his cock hard as steel as he palmed it, stroking in rhythm with the pounding of Beau’s hips.