Page 301 of Sticks and Stones
He was going to fuck him until someone passed out. He was going to take what was his, and enjoy his body. When Gene dropped the belt around Ethan’s neck, he used it like a leash to control him as he took his ass.
His cheeks were bright red, and there was cum dripping as it lubricated his thighs.
And still, he kept going.
Pulling on the belt, Ethan gasped, and came so hard his body shook. There was a shout of pleasure, and eruption of cum.
The whole time, Gene kept fucking him, taking his ass in abandon. He was fucking like he did when he didn’t care about the person.
Like a one-night stand.
He was fucking Ethan like he’d never see him again, and the freedom to be as rough as he needed—to take what he craved—shoved him over the edge.
They both exploded.
Together, they tumbled, Gene’s dick still buried in him, as he lay over his body.
And for the first time in hours, neither moved.
Instead, they both went under in a Snow covered, exhausted sleep.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Same Place
Two Hours Later
Sunday
Two A.M.
When the bed moved, Gene struggled to open his eyes. Above him, Ethan was staring down at him. When he moved, a cheek brushed against his dick.
Revived from their little nap, Ethan was back to it, and as his hands wandering his body, Gene couldn’t move.
He.
Was.
Spent.
Or so he hoped and prayed.
Wordlessly, Gene watched the man he loved, and Ethan was still lost in the Snow haze.
From the context clues, Gene knew that they’d gotten incredibly wild.
Well, at least no one was dead.
There was that.
“EJ,” he whispered, as his lover bit him on the neck, making him moan in pleasure. “Yes,” he whispered, as he felt him shaking his ass to entice him in.
How he could still want more…it was incomprehensible, but here he was, sobering up from Snow, and still being captivated by the man.
As his lover slipped him into his body, taking him to the base, Gene enjoyed the show.
There was a sexy, abused man above him, with hickies everywhere.
