Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1)

He whimpered when Shane rose and folded him in two, pressing on the backs of his thighs as he kneeled with his prick lodged deep in Ros’s channel. His short hair shone in the faint light, and the strong muscles bulged with tension as he withdrew his hips, dragging the cock out at an agonizingly slow pace.

Ros could hardly believe it, but as he curled under Shane, legs on Shane’s shoulders, arms wrapped around his neck, he felt both aroused and safe. So maybe Shane was a drug dealer Ros had known for less than an hour, maybe he shouldn’t have trusted him or let him in, but none of that mattered when their communication went so far beyond words.

He relaxed, allowing for the deep penetration that made him moan each time Shane thrust in. Thank fuck for the loud party, because Ros doubted he’d be able to keep his voice down.

Shane’s thick fingers pushed into his hair and held on to his mane, keeping him in place while the cock left him almost empty. Only the tip remained inside Ros’s hole, building anticipation until every hair on Ros bristled. He wanted to ask for more but didn’t trust himself to speak to this magnificent man, who now hung above him with a predatory grin. Shane’s body was tense, as if it could snap at any moment, but when that happened and his tool thrust deep into Ros, the world shimmered with brilliant colors.

“Take that, boy…”

“Oh fuck!” Ros whimpered and grabbed Shane’s neck tighter as his thighs shivered with the pleasure radiating from their connection. He’d convinced himself he’d sail through college without sex, that he hadn’t even met a guy he wanted anyway, yet here he was, spreading his legs and begging for more. “Come on, make me come,” he pleaded, looking into Shane’s eyes when he managed to keep his own open.

Shane’s upper lip lifted, as if he were a wolf showing his teeth, but he didn’t stall, and his mouth clashed with Ros’s. He didn’t have the vocabulary to describe the sensation of that stiff, hot, and warm length moving inside his body. And while it was an intrusion, his flesh relaxed, inviting the rhythmic stabs.

Every time that thick cock rubbed his prostate, a spark of pure bliss ignited in his balls, but instead of reaching for his cock, Ros stayed put, craving to find out if he could come just from being fucked this way. On the edge of an orgasm to blow away all others.

He brushed his fingers over the short hair at the back of Shane’s head, aroused even by the scent of their mixing sweat. It fused with the aromas of cologne, and fresh sheets, creating an intoxicating smell Ros would forever associate with sex.

Shane let out a growl that sent shivers down Ros’s spine. It said he was about to be consumed by the apex predator, but the fear sparking at the bottom of his stomach made each touch somehow more intense, as if the beast’s claws were already stripping him of all the layers he carried for protection.

When Shane dragged his nails over the back of Ros’s thigh and pulled it up to change the angle of his thrusts, pleasure boiled over, making Ros thrash, and shiver, and make noises he hadn’t thought himself capable of. His balls throbbed, and as the hard cock shoved against Ros’s prostate over and over, cum shot up his chest in long, thick spurts.

The orgasm was so intense he cried out when it washed over him in several waves. He lost his breath, drowning in pleasure under the onslaught of Shane’s thrusts. Gripping the guy’s shoulders, he sensed tears under his eyelids and had to squeeze his eyes shut so they wouldn’t embarrass him. His body came alive with shivers and goosebumps that were like ants crawling from Shane’s skin onto his, as if they’d melted together in the heat of their sex.

The handsome face flashed above him, twitching as Shane closed his eyes, speeding up to slam into Ros’s body. It should have hurt, but with him being so utterly relaxed, Ros focused on the powerful body above him, watching the muscles jerk as ecstasy passed over the masculine features.

Hotter than any porn he’d ever seen.

Shane’s growl was so low Ros felt rather than heard it before the sweaty body dropped on top of him, knocking out what little air was in his lungs.

Ros hugged him, too breathless to speak yet wanting to communicate his exasperated emotions. He kissed Shane’s jaw, his ear, his hair, stroked the sweaty back and let out little whimpers without a hint of shame. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned his first time with a man, yet it already toppled all his fantasies.

“Shane…” Ros whispered his name with a smile.

The bright eyes opened and focused on him. Then a smile bloomed on Shane’s face, and he rubbed his nose against Ros’s before slowly withdrawing from him. Ros wished to keep him inside for longer but had no energy to hold him in place as Shane pulled out of his arms to kneel.