“How about we trade then?” he whispered, pulling up the large sweater Taron had given him to wear.
There was nothing sexier than seeing Taron’s pupils widen. Colin had enjoyed so much sex in the past, and yet it felt disposable somehow—distracted. The way Taron’s focus centered on Colin was already addictive. Sure, he still remembered that the trap door wasn’t locked and allowed escape if he convinced Taron to open the cage, but he’d also grown to crave Taron’s attention.
Deep in the woods, he wasn’t one of many pretty faces on Grindr. He wasn’t someone’s Saturday boy, as forgettable as any other guy fucked that week. Taron was so hot for him his body could’ve burned Colin’s fingertips.
“Hn?” Taron grunted.
Colin reached out for his other hand and brought it closer, shuddering when he rubbed his nose against the middle of the palm and smelled skin. No perfume necessary. That raw masculine scent was the epitome of sexy, and Colin was eager to lick its saltiness.
“You said I have to either work or fuck you, right?”
In a cage, in a bunker, in the middle of the forest, Nowhere, West Virginia, Colin had never felt more in control than when Taron’s breath got shallow. Taron’s hand was around Colin’s throat, but Colin’s was around Taron’s balls without even touching them.
The man was thirsty.
Taron nodded.
Bingo.
Colin licked his way up Taron’s index finger and then, without warning, sucked it in, only stopping once his lips tightened by the knuckle. The digit was thick, uneven on his tongue, and wonderfully heavy.
Never looking away from Taron, Colin withdrew and kissed the damp fingertip. “And I want fresh air. I need exercise. I’m sure we can work something out.” Wasn’t even a hard bargain to make. Despite being an evil murderer, Taron seemed to care for him in his own way, and was a stud Colin wouldn’t mind fucking.
Taron reached to his back pocket and pulled out the small key. In a breathless moment, they watched one another as the padlock clicked open. The raw lust reflected in his gaze gave Colin more of a rush than the cocaine he’d once snorted during exams. It had an electric quality that tickled Colin’s flesh, as if he were already being touched between his thighs. He decided to make it easy for Taron and pushed off his sweatpants.
“Show it to me,” he demanded, realizing he hadn’t even seen Taron’s dick, even though he’d felt it for two days after the fuck.
Was Taron still convinced Colin was out for him and would stab him in the dick at the first opportunity, or was he so entranced that his brain had stopped working?
Despite Taron opening the cage, Colin’s focus was on the massive man crawling into his space, not on the trap door. He missed attention, he missed human connection. Taron pawing at his thighs as if he was a bear who finally got his honey made Colin’s cock swell.
The sole reason Taron pulled away once inside the cramped space was to open his own pants.
The cage was small even when Colin was the only person inside it, but Taron filled it so completely that if Colin’s intention was to attempt an escape, he wouldn’t have had the chance. The beast smelled nice tonight, with a hint of cologne, and Colin grabbed his beard with one hand, dragging him down for a kiss, but Taron dodged it, going for Colin’s ear instead.
One of his hands was on Colin’s bare ass, but the other was already sliding his own pants lower. The tickle of facial hair against Colin’s neck made him shudder and curl his toes. Taron had to be at least thirty, and Colin would’ve been lying if he’d claimed Taron being older wasn’t a turn on. He’d always played it safe with guys his age. He’d always played it safe, period.
Taron on the other hand was a force of nature, and one couldn’t fight his tide forever. No matter how beautiful your gated community was, if a tornado rolled over it, you could do nothing but let nature take its course.
Colin was somewhat disappointed that Taron didn’t want to kiss him, but the sharp teeth nipping at his sensitive neck already made him sweat.
And he still hadn’t seen Taron’s dick.
Breathless, he pushed the mass of wool up, forcing Taron to pull away, but getting naked brought Colin such relief that he smiled at Taron as soon as they saw one another again. But then his eyes were drawn lower, and his breath caught at the sight of that wonderful picture. Taron’s cock was as big as Colin had suspected, with foreskin only showing the tip of the damp cockhead. He gave a shuddery gasp and rubbed Taron’s muscled thigh before reaching his goal.
“Okay, wow.”
Just thinking of that cock inside of him, forcing its way in, made his mouth go dry.