Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks 2)

Dane pulled away and kneeled in front of him, his face growing purple. “No! It’s just… that I like imagining that monsters, or beasts are having their way with me. Just using me for their own pleasure as if I was their plaything. And… most guys who can really give me what I want in sex are huge assholes, but to you it just… came so naturally. You push your dick inside me as if I’m your bitch, but you’re also caring. And nice, even if strange,” he ended up whispering as his two-colored gaze met Jag’s shyly.

Jag bit his lip as images of Dane at his mercy passed through his skull like a red-hot comet. He would never hurt his man, but the idea of being the one in control and taking what he was owed made his balls heavy despite the sorry state he was in. “I do like you as my plaything. I think I understand what you mean. The imagining. I, um…” he stalled, unsure if what he wanted to say would be acceptable, but Dane’s eyes invited his honesty. “I don’t actually want to get a man pregnant, but something about pushing my seed into you, of you submitting to that with your legs open and body available to me turns me on so much. I love the idea of leaving a piece of me inside you.”

Dane uttered a soft gasp and leaned in, pushing his way between Jag’s legs. The strokes of the washcloth felt increasingly like teasing, and the familiar throbbing in Jag’s groin was becoming distracting when he imagined the last time he’d pulled out of Dane, to see a streak of seed roll down from the hole.

“Yeah,” Dane said, nodding when the damp fabric descended between Jag’s thighs. “Never let anyone do that before.”

“But you said you had boyfriends…” Jack cocked his head and stroked the dark side of Dane’s short beard. The excitement of having him so close dulled any pain in his side, but the focused pressure against his cock told him this wasn’t just about grooming anymore.

Dane exhaled, leaning forward until his face was buried in Jag’s chest. His breath was hot when it danced in the hair growing in that spot, eliciting sensations so delicious Jag gently thrust his hips against the cloth gathered in his lover’s warm hand.

“None of them ever... left his spunk inside me.”

Jag’s balls throbbed with arousal, and knowing he’d been the only one to leave his seed in Dane’s tight channel made him want to do it all over again. “And you liked it?” he huffed, leaning forward despite pain, eager to give Dane what he wanted. “You liked me breeding your ass?”

Dane shuddered, and this time had no way of trying to hide it, because his eyes glossed over and his entire body shook with the tremor of arousal. Oh, to pin him down here, where Frank could hear them mate and see for himself that Jag wasn’t useless and had managed to hunt down a man who was so perfect for him, so colorful and plump—

Dane gasped and dropped the washcloth, squeezing his hand on Jag’s growing cock instead. “Yes. You’re such a beast when you use me.”

Jag pulled him closer, gently rocking his hips. “The thing I liked about having you chained was the thought that you were always ready for the taking. Naked in the furs and available to me. I’d just come back from a hunt, open your legs, and fuck your hole until I filled it with my cum,” he murmured against Dane’s hair, excited by the sweaty tang of Dane’s scalp.

Dane’s hand twisted in his hair, and the other—tugged on Jag’s cock, bringing it to a point where it was hard enough to enter even a hole as tight as his. “Oh fuck… yes… I want to be your toy. I want you to satisfy yourself inside me whenever you want,” he uttered, moving his hand faster as he kissed his way up Jag’s throat. “Just push down my pants and bend me over.”

Jag could hardly breathe in the damp heat of the bathroom when Dane’s thick thighs spread for him in a submissive gesture. “Oh yes, I’d empty my balls in you every day…” He slid his hand over Dane’s nape, and under his top, scratching along his back. His hair bristled at the way their fantasies joined into one. “If I could, I’d leave you tied up naked, with your legs spread, so everyone could see my spunk dripping down your thighs and know you’re mine.”

Dane’s warm body pressed against him, and the motion of his hand quickened, already sending Jag’s mind into overdrive. “Yess, and none of them would dare to use me, because they’d know you’d come for them. I’m your prey, and you don’t share,” he said, pulling his teeth along Jag’s ear.