Page 21 of Sticks and Stones
The kinkier.
The better.
He had a few toys in his luggage, and he couldn’t wait to get it toPuerto Ricowhere he could drink way too much rum, and do body shots off of Ethan’s tan flesh.
It was going to be a fun week of debauchery.
Bet.
On.
It.
The bottom line was that Gene craved this man, and now, he was a little annoyed that he’d lost his chance to get a belly full of his cum.
It seemed wasted on Ethan’s abs—albeit sexy with that glossy sheen.
Well, it was time to take what he wanted, and make that happen.
“Gene,” Ethan whispered.
Without warning, Gene picked his lover up, and Ethan wrapped his legs around his hips. That’s when Gene carried him into the shower and the steamy cascade of warm water.
It washed over them, but neither paid any attention to it. There were more erotic things to be had in there. Again, Gene’s rock-hard erection was pressed to his ass, and he was willing it to shift locations—just a little bit.
As their mating of mouths continued, they were both riled up all over again.
Well, Gene was still riled up, and dying to cum.
Hands wandered.
Fingers stroked.
Someone moaned.
That was when Gene couldn’t handle it anymore.
Setting himself free, and going to his knees in front of Ethan, he let his tongue worship his erection.
Oh, hell, yeah!
Gene could taste the precum that was beading at the tip.
Now, he was starving.
Giving him another blowjob, he needed him hard and wild, so that he’d fuck him.
Gene wanted his mate’s dick in his ass.
Desperately.
If they had more time, he’d beg to be tied up and tormented for Ethan’s pleasure, but time wasn’t on their side that morning.
The airport was calling.
As Gene used his fist, pumping away as his mouth worked his erection over, the Native man was almost there again.
“Jesus!” Ethan shouted as he was being milked.
