Wrong Way Home - Taken (Criminal Delights 1)

Taron let out a groan of satisfaction and pushed Colin back down.

Colin rocked his hips toward him and clutched at some of the dark hair on Taron’s chest. “I wanna suck you dry.”

Disappointment shuddered through Colin with a surprising force when Taron shook his head. He was reminded of their conversation about dick biting. So Taron didn’t trust him enough to put his cock in Colin’s mouth yet. Damn shame, because Colin would have given Taron the head of his life.

Taron ran his hand up Colin’s side with adoration, but soon enough shifted to reach out through the bars, all the way under the armchair. Next to the porn mags, stood a bottle of lube Taron must have used for jerking off. It would now serve a much more important purpose.

Colin grunted, gently scratching Taron’s pec to agitate him further. “Did you jerk off thinking about me?” he whispered and slid his other hand to his own growing dick.

Taron groaned in reply, but the enthusiasm in the sound meant it was a yes. Once the lube was inside the cage and within reach, he grabbed Colin’s thighs and wrapped them around himself, rocking his hard cock against Colin’s knuckles. Taron’s groin was hairy, yet another feature Colin had rarely encountered with other lovers. Sure, some were trimmed not waxed, but the rawness of the man on top of him was an unexpected thrill.

He let his hands wander up and down the muscular body, marveling at its sturdiness. If the roof collapsed, perhaps Taron’s steel-like frame could provide Colin with shelter. Denied the kiss on the lips, he pushed himself up and savored the taste of the shaven neck, still fragrant with some kind of aftershave. His legs were tight around Taron’s hips, and even in the cage, where their bodies completely filled the space, he wanted to get even closer, craving that same human touch that he used to avoid when he was free.

“My side of the bargain,” he whispered, looking between their bodies, where their cocks shared heat, resting on Colin’s stomach.

Taron nodded, but then sat up so fast he hit his head on the cage’s ceiling. Colin couldn’t help a smirk of satisfaction. It had happened to him many times already. It was about time Taron felt the discomfort he so insistently punished Colin with. Taron grunted like a wolf that had had its prey taken, but grabbed Colin’s hips and flipped him onto his stomach.

Colin purred into the sheets on top of the mattress. The confined space didn’t allow Taron to straighten up and keep his body heat to himself, and Colin tried to adjust his position, but Taron wouldn’t let him do even that. Grabbing Colin’s hips as if they belonged to an animal, Taron first pulled him to his knees and then kicked them open, leaving him so exposed Colin could sense cool air on his hole.

A drizzle of lube down his crack made him arch his spine, which turned into a gentle rocking motion when two fingers followed the damp trail. Taron breathed heavily just above Colin’s ear, rubbing his cock against Colin’s buttock like a beast about to rut. It was as scary as it was arousing. Would it hurt again? Colin almost wanted it to. He wanted to feel the reckless passion Taron had unleashed on him that first time, so different from the mundaneness of his past sexual experiences. He craved that kind of untamed lust to wash over him and cling to his skin, erasing the emptiness he’d felt all his life.

Colin uttered a growl and arched his back, pressing against the wide chest of his grizzly. The body hair was coarse enough to scratch his skin, and combined with the pace at which Taron fucked Colin’s ass with his fingers, transported Colin somewhere else altogether. To a time before cell phones or cars, when all that mattered was food, shelter, and fucking.

When Taron pulled his fingers out, his lubed-up cockhead instantly replaced them, demanding entry. Now that Colin had seen it, he couldn’t stop thinking about how thick it was, how rigid with the need to fuck him. Still, when the head pushed in, the inevitable discomfort made him rapidly inhale. He found Taron’s forearm and held onto it, rolling his face over the pillow until his neck ached. When he opened his eyes, he could see Taron’s wild face looming above, his wide arms tense, his chest full of air, his entire body ready to mercilessly fuck Colin whether he wanted it or not.

Colin dragged his teeth over his lips, his heels rubbing the backs of Taron’s thighs as the thick girth eased inside him. The guttural moan that came from Taron really was like that of a bear when he pushed his cock all the way in. His pubes tickled Colin’s ass, and for a moment Taron was just nestled inside, panting into Colin’s nape. His beard smelled so good. Had he been to a barber?