Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1)

Burying his face in the sweet-scented mane, Shane pushed his arms under Ros and held him tight as his hips worked hard and fast. The delicious sensation of that young, lovely body shivering and rocking each time Shane pinned it with his dick took his breath away. Sweat perfumed the air as they rolled in unison, overcome by passion that Shane hadn’t experienced with anyone else. Both dirty and wholesome at the same time, Rosen was what Shane hadn’t even realized he needed a few months ago.

“Oh yes, right there, fuck me just like that,” Ros whined when Shane changed the angle of his movements, and having him lose control like that only spurred on Shane’s lust. “I’m gonna come!” he cried out, rocking that perfect ass against Shane and meeting his every thrust.

He turned his face to the side, presenting Shane with the loveliest picture of his flushed face, covered by strands of wavy hair and tinted by arousal.

Hot vapor burst in Shane’s head, and he reached under Ros’s belly, grabbing his dick and thrusting into him hard at the same time. Rosen quivered, dug his knees into the mattress and uttered a choked sound, shaking as his cock pulsed in Shane’s hand, releasing jets of cum. Its scent was an aphrodisiac, and Shane buried his face in the crook of Ros’s shoulder while his balls tightened and rapid heat consumed the entirety of his body.

And to make this moment the absolute best orgasm in his entire fucking life, the cops chose that moment to switch on the siren.

Chapter 19 – Ros

Ros pressed his sweaty forehead against the pillow with a happy groan. Shane’s cock still pulsed inside him, pumping hot cum, and the relief of being back together combined with the orgasm and the adrenaline of knowing his father was outside and about to be arrested.

He felt no guilt over making that decision, because on his personal scale of evil, treating other people as pawns was as low as one could go. He didn’t want to have anything to do with the man whose surname he carried, but this guy who lived in the junkyard and watched Ros with such reverence? He’d cradle him inside his heart any day.

“Yes,” Shane uttered in a broken whisper, pressing his hips hard against Rosen’s buttocks. His arms tightened against Ros’s quivering flesh, and his lips kept moving across damp skin, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Rosen’s sweat.

“You feel so good.” Ros rocked his ass against Shane for good measure, but with the sirens now blaring right outside their house, it was obvious they needed to dress.

They had a lot of time ahead of them. Hopefully, a forever.

With the way Shane looked at him as his cock shrunk and slipped out of Rosen’s hole, this prospect seemed as real as the tangled sheets under their bodies, no matter how different their lives had been so far.

“I’ll take care of you,” Shane whispered, still lingering next to Ros and stroking his thigh. His Adam’s apple worked, as if he were swallowing a whole bottle of wine, but there was no hesitation in his soft gaze when he settled it on Ros. “Because I love you too.”

The words were like the softest lip balm on painfully dry lips, and Ros made a lazy turn , finding it hard to get up with some post orgasmic shivers still coursing through his body. “It means you have to be on your best behavior and never go to prison again.”

Shane stalled, his face tensing, but then his mouth stretched into a small smile, and he rolled off the bed, pulling up his pants. “Okay. You’re my master now.”

Ros laughed out loud, cleaning himself with tissues and putting his clothes in order even though he was already fantasizing about rolling into bed with Shane and hugging skin to skin. “I’m liking the sound of that. Let’s go.” As soon as he was up, he grabbed Shane’s hand and pulled on it, eager to find out what the yelling outside was about.

Shane looked down at their hands as they stepped into the living room area, where the shrieks were almost as loud as Cer’s barking. The sirens might have stopped, but there was still an awful lot of noise outside.

He cleared his throat, and his handsome face twitched. “So… about this—”

Ros’s heart froze, and he stilled with his hand on the door handle. “What about this? You do… want to, right?”

“Yeah. Do you?” Shane asked, squeezing Rosen’s hand as if he were afraid a tornado would spontaneously form and take him away.

Ros leaned in to kiss Shane, suddenly aware of the new reality he was about to step into. Being with Shane would forever change the trajectory of Ros’s life, but the past months had already been transformative.