Chapter 59

They broke apart long enough for Ethan to step out of his pants and drawers. As he bent to kick off his boots, Jesse lay back on the bed and shucked off his own pants. His erection stood up from a thicket of dark hair, the ruddy tip of his hard cock already beginning to weep for want of this man before him. Encircling his thick shaft with one hand, Jesse watched Ethan as he started to stroke himself harder in anticipation.

Ethan looked up from his boots, saw Jesse’s unsheathed cock, the strong fingers working the hard length, and seemed to lose the ability to think or speak—mouth open, eyes glazed over in lust, he moved toward the bed in his eagerness and got tangled up in his discarded clothing instead. He fell to the floor with a loud crash that would have woken half the hotel at a later hour. “Shit!” he cursed.

Jesse allowed himself a thin smile. “The bed’s more comfortable,” he pointed out, “but if you want to do it on the floor…”