Wrong Way Home - Taken (Criminal Delights 1)

He leaned in, eyes fixed on Taron’s, and the need to be close to him again became so overwhelming that the cul-de-sac and reality melted away, leaving them in a dark pickup truck.

Breathing in the scent of soap and wood, he put his hand on Taron’s knee and moved it up his thigh, overcome by the need to taste him, even just this once. Would Taron trust him to do that away from the homestead, the cage, and the collar?

Taron’s breath hitched, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he placed his fingers over Colin’s. For a moment, they both stayed still, waiting for the other to move, but when it became clear Taron would not take initiative this time, Colin moved his hand to the front of Taron’s pants, rubbing the familiar shape of Taron’s dick.

He loved how thick it was, and what Taron could do with it, but at this point Colin only cared that it was Taron’s and that he needed to have it in his mouth.

He pulled down the zipper without looking away. Taron swallowed loudly and stroked Colin’s shoulder. He was such a piece of man, yet Colin’s need for connection was way beyond lust. He craved to never leave this car and never have to make a choice. A state of permanent limbo where he sucked on Taron’s cock forever sounded like a plan.

His own dick was reacting to the sudden change of atmosphere when he slid Taron’s jeans lower and took his cock out. Still soft, it was warm, and smooth, and so lovely Colin wished to wake up to it every single morning. Their final act would happen without words, because Colin couldn’t possibly make a coherent sound, so he cupped Taron’s balls and rolled them in his fingers while he leaned forward, their eyes locked.

Neither of them spoke, and yet Colin understood the depth of Taron’s emotions, without words. Even if he still worried Colin could’ve been out for revenge, he didn’t care, which made the memory of the sex they’d had earlier even more sour. Where Colin had tried to detach himself from feeling anything, Taron had been there with him, with his heart on his sleeve—skinned and bleeding.

Colin wanted to say sorry, but it was too late now, so he communicated his feelings the only way he’d learned. He still feared Taron would reject him, but when he pumped Taron’s dick and buried his nose in the soap-scented sac, Taron’s thighs tensed under him, his hips rising to meet Colin, who tasted the smooth skin with a small lap first.

A shudder went through him, and he closed his eyes. Giving blowjobs had been routine in the days before Taron, a quick and easy fix of sex. Never before had it actually meant something.

With Taron, this was so much more than gorging himself on dick.

Licking the underside of Taron’s thick cock was hot, sucking in the head—even more so, but the emotion that overflowed within Colin was about much more. He didn’t just care about his own pleasure. He desperately craved to communicate how much he cared for Taron, how he wanted to be good to him, and give him even the things he hadn’t asked for. He wished he had more hands and tongues to touch all of Taron at once, but he did whatever he could to caress, squeeze, tug, lick, and suck all the sensitive spots he could reach. When he suckled on Taron’s balls, keeping the pressure low so it would all last longer, his hands played with the dick and drew circles on the inner side of Taron’s thighs.

And when his lips kissed the tip of Taron’s cock, drinking up the saltiness of his pre-cum, his entire being longed for this to never stop. He worked his tongue around the head and sucked all of Taron’s length into his throat, opening up despite the discomfort that came with its girth. This was his last chance to let Taron know that their odd relationship meant something to Colin, and that he would never be forgotten.

Taron tangled his fingers in Colin’s hair but didn’t press or pull, just caressed Colin’s scalp. His moans were subdued, but as Colin bobbed his head, feeling beyond safe between Taron’s legs, the twitching of his cock told Colin that the orgasm was coming, and no matter how much Colin wanted to prolong this moment, Taron was already reaching the edge. His firm thighs kept tensing under Colin faster and faster as the rhythm of their connection increased. Colin squeezed the base of the cock in his hand and focused his attention on the head. He needed to taste all of that hot cum. Just this once, it would be kept warm in his mouth and then drizzle down his throat so he could keep Taron with him that bit longer.