Page 293 of Sticks and Stones
He was being rough, but he couldn’t change course. There was that flicker of sanity, but it was overwhelmed with lust.
So.
Much.
Lust.
Ethan and he were about to collide as they both battled to fulfill the need that had them by the balls.
Now, Gene had to hope and pray they survived this, and no one got hurt—mainly, Ethan. Honestly, Gene didn’t care about himself.
He could handle rough sex, since that was what he’d trolled for before Ethan.
His lover, on the other hand…
Gene knew what was at stake.
As the orgasm loomed, he warned him, or he thought he did.
Honestly, Gene couldn't tell.
His brain was off, and his body was in control, driving the pleasure train off the ledge. He watched his lover taking him down his throat, and gulping down copious amounts of cum as he erupted.
The orgasm was the most amazing feeling in the world. For Gene, it felt like it went on forever. He lost time because it felt so damn good.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ethan hadn’t given up. Instead, he went right back to blowing him.
Fuck!
His erection was still rock hard, and needing more attention.
But he wanted more than head.
As if he was outside of his body, he watched himself pick Ethan up and as he carried the man toward the bed.
The trail of clothing from the bathroom to the entryway of the suite told the tale.
Fuckery was going down.
As for his man, Ethan was back to being locked to his body. He was getting rough, and that fed the demon riding him.
He was biting his neck, leaving hickies and marks all over Gene, and he wanted more.
No.
He wanted all.
With a growl, he grabbed his mate, and threw him on the bed.
His lover bounced, and then Ethan writhed in need, as he stroked his own dick.
Wildly.
“Fuck me so hard I scream,” he whispered. “I need you to fuck me until I cum.”
There was another growl from deep within his belly as that monster broke free. Gene had no control, and he knew hewouldn’t be able to protect Ethan. The drug had fully kicked in, and his ability to stop was over.
The true torture was he knew what he was doing to the man he loved, or what he would be doing as soon as he got his hands on his body.
