Page 26 of Sticks and Stones
Did he take his ass, and hope he didn’t hurt him? Or did he hold back, showing him how much he wanted to protect him?
With Ethan pushing back into him, tormenting him, he found some sanity and made up his mind.
He had to stay in control.
Ethan wasn’t ready.
Grabbing the soap, he lubed his dick up, and prayed for control. The last thing he wanted was his man scared to be intimate with him.
It also lurked in the back of his mind that he’d been assaulted and hurt by David Neives. That was always a concern that he’d think about it, and realize what happened.
Well, shit.
This wasn’t easy for him.
Not.
At.
All.
As his lover was pressed to the wall, Ethan’s body rippled with just as much need.
“Ready?” he whispered.
Ethan nodded.
“Please. Fill me with your cock.”
Holy shit.
That whiskey-warm purr of pleasure wrapped itself around Gene, and more importantly, his dick. He got goosebumps, and needed to fuck some ass.
HARD.
This was an impossible situation to be in.
He was an ass man, and the hot Native pressed to the shower wall had a spectacular one, meant for fucking.
Gene had to have some resemblance of control. It didn’t help that someone was wiggling his ass in invitation. Oh, and that was one invite Gene desperately wanted.
Slipping into him, just the tip, Ethan shook, and Gene was holding on.
Oh, and it wasn’t easy.
There was a hot Native man pushing backward, trying to impale himself on his erection, and Gene trying to be hyper-aware of that need to protect Ethan.
If this didn’t get him sainthood, nothing would. It wasn’t easy being a horny gay man, and not being able to go ass spelunking with your partner.
Slowly, Gene began moving, slipping a little deeper into his ass. It was barely deeper, and Gene felt the resistance. The moan from Ethan was feral, and it echoed in the shower.
“FUCK ME!”he begged. “Please!” he whispered. “I want your cock! Why are you punishing me?”
Gene was shaking.
Punishing him?
Holy shit.
