Page 297 of Sticks and Stones
Ethan.
“Fuck!” he shouted, as his lover came, and he jerked off across Gene’s whole body.
Gene got cum on his neck, his chest, and his chin.
And Ethan wasn’t done.
They slipped and slid against each other, both of them getting dirty. Slowly, he kissed his way up Gene’s body, and left his marks all over him.
He left brutal bites marking him, so there would be no doubt what had happened.
Fuckery.
The whole time, Gene bucked from the pleasure and the pain, lost to the eroticism.
He wanted this to never stop.
“More,” he whispered, as Ethan was in control, and Gene was there for the ride.
Instead of even trying to fight it, since it was a losing battle, Gene let go, giving Ethan his whole body.
When his lover straddled his head, he shoved his erection down his throat, and Gene swallowed him whole. He greedily devoured, until Ethan’s dick tickled deep down his throat.
He moaned, the vibration rocking through Ethan’s erection and making him even more desperate to cum again.
So, he face-fucked him.
Raw.
Rough.
And without any restraint.
In that moment, Snow made them animals, and they let that other side out.
As he was beneath him, nothing hurt. In fact, this felt so damn good that Gene never wanted it to stop.
Ever.
When Ethan came without warning, his body bucking, Gene rolled, pressing him to the bed again.
The power switched, and neither cared since they were both getting off, over and over again.
With a jerk of Gene’s hips, he was back in Ethan’s ass, and he was fucking him again.
“Don’t stop,” Ethan whispered. “Oh, God! Don’t stop fucking me!”
And Gene didn’t.
Instead, his hips were on autopilot as he drove himself into his mate. The whole time, he stared down, enjoying his captured prey.
That’s when he saw them.
Ethan’s nipples called to him, and Gene couldn’t say no. There was no denying this wickedness of its pleasure.
So, his mouth wandered.
He found his nipples, and he abused them.
