“Let’s see how much you can take.”
Ethan eased his hands lower, freeing Beau’s big, beautiful cock from his jeans as he began to slowly stroke him. He was intensely focused on where his hand gripped him, hoping like hell Beau was paying attention to the road because he was too entranced by what he was doing to assist.
“Nice,” he said as he used his thumb to caress the glistening drop that beaded on the top. Beau swallowed hard, but he didn’t try to stop Ethan. “Have I mentioned how much I like your cock?”
“No, you haven’t,” Beau said, his words strangled as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Fucking beautiful. And when you were fucking my ass…” Ethan let the statement hang, allowing Beau the opportunity to fill in the blanks.
“Ethan.” His name passed Beau’s lips as a warning, but Ethan didn’t care. He was enjoying himself. This man, the one who always seemed in total control was entirely at his mercy as he jacked his cock right there in the cab of his truck.
“That first night we were in here, I wanted you to fuck me,” Ethan admitted. “When you dropped me off at my house, I ended up jacking off as I thought about you. I imagined you sucking my dick into your mouth…” Shit. Ethan was getting his own self worked up at this point.
“Continue,” Beau said forcefully.
“But what I imagined was nothing compared to when I had your mouth on me.” Ethan glanced up to see Beau’s tongue darting out, sliding over his bottom lip.
Ethan’s dick twitched.
“I want you to suck my dick again, Beau,” Ethan told him as he gripped Beau’s cock firmly, feeling the pulse just beneath the darkened skin. Beau was certainly enjoying this.
Then again, Ethan was too. Probably a little too much.
Beau was seconds away from exploding and the only thing stopping him was his attention to the road in front of him. They were doing seventy, and the last thing he needed was to lose his shit right there in his truck.
He knew Ethan was doing it on purpose, trying to drive him fucking crazy. And it was working like a dream.
He was trying to hold out, but his balls had drawn up and he feared that he’d go off at any moment. The thought of sucking Ethan’s dick and feeling Ethan’s mouth on him at the same time was almost too much.
“Stop,” he groaned, reaching down and grabbing Ethan’s wrist to halt his movements. “Twenty more minutes and we’ll be there. At that point, you’ll be lucky if I get you to the hotel room before I have my dick down your throat.”
Ethan’s sharp inhale was music to his ears. He loved that he could shock him. That he could give back equally. And he wasn’t lying either. If Ethan wasn’t careful, Beau would have him on his knees in the elevator before they even got to their room.
When Ethan released him, Beau got himself situated, refastening his jeans in a hurry. They’d be encountering heavy traffic any minute now, and the last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops because his dick was hanging out. Not that anyone other than the eighteen wheelers could see in since his truck had a six inch lift that put him higher than most other vehicles.
Still, he wasn’t willing to risk it.
Half an hour later, Beau was pulling into the parking garage of the hotel. He had managed to get his dick under control, but he didn’t know how long that would last. Especially considering Ethan had actually held his hand until they pulled into the hotel. His fingers tingled from the warmth that still lingered, and he immediately wished he could join their fingers again.
Rather than dwell on what he couldn’t have, he climbed out of the truck and grabbed the two bags that were in the backseat. When Ethan came around, he tossed his over, and the two of them headed into the hotel together.
Beau had made reservations earlier in his name, and he wasn’t surprised when Ethan made himself scarce while he checked in. Once he had the room key in hand, he headed to the elevator, and Ethan materialized beside him moments later.
Once they were inside the elevator, Beau did as he had promised. He shoved Ethan up against the wall, but instead of pushing his dick down his throat, Beau used his tongue. He didn’t give a fuck if there were cameras watching their every move, he couldn’t keep his hands off of the man.
Ethan’s persistent grip on his waist spurred him on, and the only reason he stopped was because they reached their floor.
The hotel was nice, elegant, but not to uppity. The hallways were dark, the carpet freshly vacuumed, and it smelled like flower scented air freshener. He found their room and abruptly swiped the key card through the reader and pushed open the door.