Page 20 of Sticks and Stones
Ethan’s cum-slicked skin was a thing of beauty, and something he liked seeing.
Sex was a dirty business.
If you did it right.
Oh, and he knew how to do it.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Mr. Blackhawk, it seems to me that you’ve gotten all messy,” he admitted. “I think we should continue this in the shower where I can get you clean, and then dirty again,” Gene added, grabbing him.
He was caught off guard.
Ethan gasped as he was tossed over Gene’s shoulder, getting them even dirtier. Now, he was spreading cum around.
As for what was yet to come, it was crystal clear this was just the beginning.
What Ethan once thought would emasculate him, being thrown over someone’s shoulder, now only added to the eroticism.
It brought a part of him out that he wasn’t ashamed of anymore. With Gene, he could let him manhandle him, and not make it a competition as to who was more masculine.
They both were.
As for the eroticism, one thing was for sure. Being tossed over Gene’s shoulder was no easy thing.
Ethan Blackhawk wasn’t a small man.
He was six and a half feet tall, but his sexy man was strong, bulky, and enjoyed toting him around like this when he was on the hunt for some kinkery.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Ethan was never happier that he was sleek, slim, and helpless to his sexy bear.
Once in the bathroom, Gene hit the hot water, and dropped Ethan to his feet. When he pressed him to the wall, he found his mouth again, and began tormenting him with a kiss so deep, it was like he was trying to climb into him.
That wicked mating of mouths told him one thing.
Someone was horny.
Hallelujah.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Gene muttered, the kisses now turning to bites and nips against Ethan’s flesh as that hunger only grew.
That control was fraying, and since Gene hadn’t cum yet, he was hungry for his man.
No.
He was starving, and Ethan was theONLYsustenance he ever wanted to fill that void.
This week was going to be all about enjoying every single second with him as they had a free-for-all with their bodies.
