Chapter 58

“Too slow,” Richard murmured and the protest was Ethan’s undoing.

Someone groaned and it was Ethan as Richard took him down to the bed. After, he lay silent, protests locked in his throat, as Richard undressed him, peeling off his complaints, diminishing them with everylayer of fabric. Richard stripped him until it felt as if the man went beyond clothing, removing pretence, confiscating what little protections Ethan used for a barricade. The man straddled him, forcing Ethan’s cock against Richard’s testicles and perineum. For a second or two, Richard rode him,hips snapping, moving like a woman would in the same position, undulating. Ethan tried to keep his mouth shut but the movement…Holy fuck! All he wanted was to slip inside the man.

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At last Ethan gasped. Rich almost shouted in triumph. Whatever ailed Ethan, he’d had enough of it. He tightened his legs, rolled his hips, rocked everything he could along the solid length threatening to spear into him.