Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks 2)

“I don’t think most guys would care what you like as your starter. It’s just that people have lives and don’t want to leave them behind. Maybe you should try to see things from their perspective, huh?” he tried, squeezing Jag’s knee.

Jag glanced at him from just inches away. “I don’t have much to give to those from the outside world,” he whispered, making Dane think back to the plastic bag full of money which Jag didn’t even count. “You have the phones to look at all day, cars to take you anywhere, and Dex told me he could get sex on demand in ‘an app’.”

Dane made note of yet another person Jag interacted with, and since that guy had been mentioned in connection with dating, he met Jag’s gaze and asked. “Is that someone you fuck sometimes?”

Jag snorted and nudged Dane with his shoulder. “No, he’s Frank’s nephew, practically family. I’ve never… It’s a bit fresh for me, so I get a little overenthusiastic when I see thighs like yours.” He sighed dreamily and slid his hand to Dane’s leg.

His touch was like fire, and Dane found himself shivering in response.

“W-what?” he asked, light-headed. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”

Jag hummed and nuzzled Dane’s shoulder. “Yes. I never got the chance to be close to a man. Life was rough after I ran away, and it took me some time to settle in. But I’m ready now, and I can provide for the right man.” His voice was almost a purr, but to Dane it sounded like the whispering of a hypnotist set on seduction.

An intrusive, unstoppable heat flooded Dane’s body and fizzled in his head when he realized that this sexy, demanding fucker was inexperienced. What gave him the kind of confidence he expressed on a daily basis?

Now that Dane knew the truth, he found Jag’s dominant behavior somehow even sexier, and his mind flashed with images of Jag entering him in quick, unskilled jabs, only to flood his insides with cum with the speed of a first-timer.

“Oh… that’s… I didn’t expect that,” he muttered, but his palm already found his way to Jag’s thigh.

“Why? Do I seem like the kind of man who ruts with whoever gives him the chance?” Jag asked, and the tip of his tongue teased Dane’s ear with a little lick.

Dane understood the position he was in, and yet here he was, tempted to touch his captor not for manipulation but mutual enjoyment.

The gentle touch turned his skin into a hypersensitive canvas Jag could mark, whether he knew that or not, but when their eyes met, Dane let his hand gravitate up the fabric-clad leg. “It’s just… there’d be many takers.”

Jag grunted against Dane’s skin and pulled on his ear with his teeth as his hand slid to Dane’s pec and squeezed. “Is that what you’ve been doing? Sowing your seed with whomever you could find?”

Dane released a short laugh. “I’ve always used rubbers.” Jag didn’t need to know that. In fact, he likely didn’t know what a condom was, but to any other guy it would have been a clear signal that Dane might not be opposed to sex without protection this one time.

With Jag rubbing Dane’s nipple through the shirt, thinking became impossible. His touch wasn’t as rough as the first time he’d gotten his hands on Dane, but that didn’t make him any less of a predator in Dane’s eyes.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Jag admitted. “But I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He inched closer so their sides touched, and despite Jag’s assurances, Dane had no doubt he knew which of his own cravings he wished to satisfy.

Fire buzzed in the tight space between their bodies, and he leaned in, enchanted by the glimmer of golden-green eyes. Like many explorers before him, Dane knew the risk he was about to take yet headed straight for the edge of what was familiar, kissing Jag’s full lips.

It was the green light Jag needed, and he took over in an instant, prodding with his tongue and eager for sex like a young buck about to mate for the first time. The caveman mentality had been a constant source of annoyance for Dane, but when pushed down into the blankets, all he wanted was for his personal Tarzan to take charge in the most primal ways.

Jag’s warm, calloused hand slipped under the T-shirt Dane had put on, burning him with its heat. And Dane couldn’t stop himself. His brain was already mush.

“Fuck,” he uttered and gave himself permission to cup Jag’s groin.

Jag shuddered, his dick hard like a bone and pulsing at the touch. “Yes, yes, yes,” he muttered against Dane’s lips, already rocking his hips and climbing on top.

Dane might have been wearing a collar moments ago, but he didn’t feel threatened by Jag’s weight. All he could think of was the heavy beast on him, bulging with muscle and sliding his hands down his stomach, greedily grabbing at his flesh as he delved in for another kiss that felt like a bite.