Page 18 of Sticks and Stones
Gene’s one hand was on Ethan’s thigh, and it was quivering—much to his delight.
A wild Ethan was a horny Ethan, and Gene wanted some cum.
In.
His.
Ass.
In order to make that happen, he needed to push his man over the edge, and rile him up.
Mission accepted.
Yes, he was a horny bear, and there was no Native he wanted to hump more than this man.
It was time to stir his sexy lover up.
As Ethan was on the cusp, and just about to cum, his man stopped blowing him to work his way up his body. At first, he couldn’t believe it, but with the wicked grin on Gene’s face, he got it.
Jesus.
Someone was sadistic today.
“You’re being a dick tease,” he muttered, frustrated that his balls ached, and he wasn’t getting off fast enough.
Gene grinned.
“Oh, well, I gotta be me,” he admitted, before continuing his quest up Hot Native mountain. It was a sleek mountain crisscrossed with ink and goosebumps.
When he finally reached his nipples, Gene played with those, too, knowing the way to push Ethan out of control was to hit all of those erogenous zones.
Like his neck.
His nips.
Oh, and his tight ass.
It was a trifecta of fun.
At that very moment, as the bigger man was over him, Gene’s rock-hard cock was pressed against his asshole, teasing, and tormenting him.
If anything, he knew how to get his man wickedly wild.
As the precum from Gene’s dick lubricated the head of his erection, Blackhawk shivered, and the low guttural moan from his lips was the only sound in the room, other than their heavy breathing.
Someone was desperate.
Well, two someones.
“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, his body bowed as someone was roughly playing with his nipples. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
What Gene was doing to his nipples was borderline abuse, and he loved it.
No, he craved it.
When his hand went into Gene’s hair, forcing his mouth to stay right where it was, they both knew what was coming.
Ethan.
