Page 231 of Affair
What he’d learned was this was how Ethan processed his pain, his anger, and his rage.
Through fucking.
That wildness gave him the strength to push back the fear and fall into the pleasure.
And Gene was a willing participant.
ABSOLUTELY.
As his fingers clenched, bound to the headboard, Ethan stared up at the man he loved.
There was calm in Gene’s eyes.
And Ethan used that to find his way back. He was the roadmap back into control.
His compass.
There were only two people who had ever been able to tame that voice in his head, denying him happiness and joy.
Gene.
And.
Elizabeth.
Now, above him, Gene was driving himself in and out of Ethan’s ass, taking him in sweaty abandon.
It riled the man up to the point he was begging.
“Please,” Ethan whispered.
In that moment, Gene gave him everything he had. He knew that after the storm, they’d calm down. That Ethan would breathe again, and find his footing.
He always did.
“Come on, Baby,” Gene whispered. “I want to fill your ass with my cum. Take me over the edge and milk my dick!” he ordered.
Ethan whimpered.
Gene was rubbing against his erection with his abs, and making him want to explode.
“Fuck me,” Ethan whispered. “Fuck me!” he said again.
Moving positions, he hit that one spot, and it drove Ethan over the edge, making him cum on his own chest.
As he exploded, Gene couldn’t hold on.
He came too.
HARD.
He roared in release, emptying his balls into Ethan’s ass. The whole time, the man moaned as the colors overwhelmed him and pulled them both under.
Ethan let that calm come.
It washed over him, and it pushed back the fear, making that terrorizing and nagging voice slowly drift away.
He was safe again.
