Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1)

Shane hummed, rubbing his scruffy face against Rosen’s chest. The bristles teased a sensitive nipple, making his whole body arch as he struggled for breath. But just when he relaxed and once again fell onto the mattress, Shane grabbed his hand and led it between their bodies. To his cock.

“Oh my God…” Ros whispered and squeezed the hard dick with the eagerness of a pup getting his first lick of sugar. He wanted to touch it, stroke it, free it from its confines, see it in all its undoubtable glory and then trace every ridge and vein with his tongue. As soon as he understood it was allowed, he slid his hand into Shane’s underwear and wrapped his fingers around the thick, hot tool.

Shane’s eyes shut, and he rested his burning forehead against Ros’s while the music made the walls around them pulse. “You’ve got a strong hand,” he whispered, shifting his hips to thrust into the grip.

“I’m a sculptor. I need to remember your shape,” Ros murmured and kissed Shane’s shoulder, feeling less inadequate with every second passing between them. What was the worst that could happen? They both clearly wanted to share this, and there was no reason to think about anything beyond their little bubble.

Shane laughed and pushed himself lower, trapping Ros’s hands between their hips. The light outside was changing color, and the mixture of red, orange, and violet passed over his handsome face and shoulder in a moment of absolute satisfaction.

This was what Ros wanted. A man who desired him and the freedom to explore him. How could he ever go back to celibacy after this?

“Yeah? You gonna sculpt my dick in the morning?”

“I just might.” Ros smiled and leaned up to nip Shane’s lip. He’d kissed a few girls in the past, but those experiences were only shadows now that he knew how a man’s mouth could feel on his.

And they tasted even sweeter when smooth, hard flesh fucked Ros’s fist at the same time. He shivered when Shane pulled his hips back enough for the cockhead to drag over Ros’s palm, leaving a slick trail on his skin.

“Undress. Those legs and ass look so damn fine,” Shane rasped and slapped the side of Ros’s thigh as he rolled off, taking his dick out of Ros’s damp grasp.

Ros hardly registered the compliment, too interested in the cock taken from him. Now that he could see it, he wanted to overcome the need to blink. The head was big, glistening from the juices he’d smeared over it, and the girth that fit perfectly in his hand now seemed so enormous he was both salivating and scared.

“Just a sec.” He rose to his knees and reached out to Shane’s hip. Every time the lights outside blinked their way, showing Shane’s body, Ros’s heart skipped a beat. The other man was so well-built, and Ros wished he had the time to ask about every scar and tattoo.

Maybe he would. If Shane fell asleep and stayed until morning.

If he gave Ros his number.

He tried to get the tight jeans off, but when his gaze met Shane’s, the wildcat of a man grabbed the hem and dragged it down Ros’s hips with an impatient grunt. Knocked over, Ros gasped, watching Shane peel the fabric off him as if he were a predator stripping skin from his prey.

Sweat shone on the furrowed brow, teeth dug into his bottom lip, his powerful chest worked up and down as if Shane couldn’t think of anything but consuming Ros’s body.

No matter how excited he was, being stripped naked, vulnerable under a man who was probably quite dangerous, made Ros shiver, but he clung to Shane nevertheless. If this was to be his only moment of madness during college, then he’d take it, since there was no point in backing out at this point.

He could have come just from rubbing his own hard cock against Shane’s. Every move seemed quicker, as if Ros was being drawn into a whirlwind from which there would be no escape.

But then cool air hit his skin, and he realized he was naked in front of a perfect stranger who would take his virginity. Hesitation glimmered at the back of his mind, begging for attention, but then Shane kicked off his remaining clothes, and they clashed in the middle of the bed. Hands roamed all over Ros’s skin, squeezing bits of flesh on his back, slapping his thighs, and—oh, grabbing his ass, and he rocked against the fragrant, muscular body, letting his own fingers explore.

Things were going too fast, but there was no way he’d take this last chance to hop off the rollercoaster of Shane’s charm. He loved the confidence with which this man had crashed into his life, and the way his sturdy body was built, so unlike the pampered gym muscles of his frat brothers. Shane’s skin had a story Ros craved to unravel, and he was ready to take his time peeling away at its layers.