Wrong Way Home - Taken (Criminal Delights 1)

He was glad the new position forced Taron’s weight off. He stood behind Colin, and his ragged breathing was the only thing Colin wanted to hear. The quick finger fuck sent shivers all the way down Colin’s legs, and he had no doubt Taron’s cock would soon be buried inside him, because the greedy bastard pulled out his fingers.

When Taron ran his hand up Colin’s spine, he shrugged it off. He wasn’t a cat to be petted. He was a person, who had decided he wanted cock, and Taron was to provide him the satisfaction. What did Taron not understand about that? Wasn’t access to sex a good enough bargain for him?

So Colin chose to be more explicit about his needs and pushed back his hips, obscenely moving them from side to side while clutching on the sheets with his hands. He wanted the dick. Just the dick. If Taron was forced to stand behind him, there would be less touching.

Colin held his breath when Taron aligned his cock with Colin’s hole and thrust the head in with ease. Sparks exploded under Colin’s eyelids, and he clenched his ass on the thick rod.

Taron grabbed Colin’s sides and rocked his hips to force more of his dick in. This was the Taron Colin expected. The Taron he’d grown to love and hate. Taron had to know how wrong this was, but being an opportunist, he took advantage of the situation as soon as he got a green light to fuck without the victim accusing him of rape.

Fair enough. They could both use one another at the same time. Maybe once they got rid of some steam, the next week or two would prove a bit more bearable. His other thoughts melted away, because the way Taron grabbed his hips—roughly and to the point—made Colin’s body sizzle even before the heavy balls slapped against his bare ass.

The groan that left his lips when Taron slammed home didn’t even sound like him. It was the cry of an animal hunted down by a wolf, already bleeding and about to die soon. The fast penetration made Colin’s body tense, causing inevitable discomfort, but the pain was gone a few deep breaths later. And once Colin was ready, he braced himself for what was to come and tilted his hips.

He spread his legs, inviting more of this delicious agony, and he didn’t have to suffer through hugs, licks or kisses, because the only place their bodies met was where Taron slapped his hips against Colin’s ass again and again.

Taron didn’t always position his cock exactly right to stimulate Colin’s prostate, but of course, of all the times they’d fucked, this had to be one of those where Taron hit the nail on the head. Over and over again, making Colin squirm, moan and gasp for air.

The fucking was so good his head became light, and he could forget the mess of his situation. All that counted was how heavy his balls were, how his stiff cock leaked pre-cum, and how his prostate sent jolts of pleasure through his body. This was selfishly his, and he didn’t care if Taron was also getting a kick out of it, because this wasn’t for him.

When the thrusts got faster, Colin dropped to his elbows, which left his broken leg at an awkward angle, but he no longer cared. All he wanted was for this amazing cock to purge his brain, until he could no longer think or feel. And when the hot tingles that had earlier climbed all over focused on his dick, he finally got what he wanted. He hurriedly pumped his cock, tugging on the incredible sensation inside it. Each of Taron’s precise thrusts was like an explosion of fireworks pushing through the inside of Colin’s shaft.

He closed his eyes when he came, desperate to forget the world around him. That his leg was broken, that he had a shock collar around his neck, and most of all—that he did want a hug.

His ass clamped down on the thick, meaty cock, sparking yet more pleasure and then back down to his dick, in an endless cycle. He’d considered backing out, telling Taron not to come inside of him as some ultimate diss to make sure Taron understood he wasn’t welcome, but to hell with that, because he loved going bare. He’d let Taron come inside him not for Taron’s sake, but because he enjoyed feeling sticky cum drip down his balls.

He was gasping for air, sliding forward on the bed, but the grunts behind him were sure signs Taron was coming. Heat throbbed in Colin’s cheeks, in his ass, in his stomach. The world whirled around him from the animalistic pleasure of it all. Maybe Taron was the predator here, but Colin got his satisfaction.

He cried out, because having Taron come inside him always gave him that fleeting sensation of almost orgasming again himself, but that was the end of it. It was over. He should’ve already been pulling away, but Taron didn’t let him, leaning down and pressing his hairy chest to Colin’s back as he rocked his hips against Colin’s ass.