“I’m not going to break,” he said. “You wanted to fuck me, fuck me.”
Wren’s groan tickled against Ledger’s throat. This time he thrust harder and sank deeper. Ledger swore, the words thick in his throat, and dropped his head. He dug his fingers into the tight curve of Wren’s ass and felt the muscles as they clenched while Wren drew back. The next thrust buried Wren balls-deep, his body flush against Ledger’s back, and made Ledger’s knees go weak under him.
“Happy?” Wren asked.
Ledger was too scattered to pull together an answer. He managed a choked moan, which seemed good enough for Wren, who laughed raggedly and pressed a sharp, wet kiss against Ledger’s bare, sweaty shoulder. Then he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside Ledger, the sting of his stretched asshole interlaced with the hot pulse of pleasure, before he thrust back into him again.
His hips slapped against Ledger’s ass, slamming him into the truck door. He had to pull both hands back around to brace himself against the metal, sweat smeared over the glossy paintwork. Neither of them had any smart remarks left to trade, just ragged breathing and the sound of their bodies pressed together.
Heat knotted low in Ledger’s stomach as Wren fucked him against the car. Each thrust that buried Wren’s cock in him banked that ball of pleasure. It sank down into his balls, heavy with need, and pulled at his thigh muscles and the long, tight straps of muscle in his back. Shocks of dark, dizzy pleasure escaped it erratically and fired along his spine and into his brain.
It nudged the deadline until his marrow was scraped out by an Old Thing to somewhere on the outskirts of his mind and blasted any thought of salt out of his skull. All he could focus on was the ache in his erect cock, pressed between his body and the dusty door, and the bite of Wren’s hands on his hips and shoulder.
Fuck it.
Ledger shifted his weight to one arm and reached down to grab his cock. His fingers wrapped around it, and he stroked his tight fist along the length of it, the jolt of pleasure briefly separate before it was absorbed into what Wren was doing to him.
When Wren noticed, he growled against Ledger’s shoulder. Then he let go of Ledger’s hip and reached around. This time instead of slapping Ledger’s hand away, he wrapped his hand over the top of it. Callused fingers fit in the hollows between Ledger’s knuckles, and it was Wren who set the pace of each stroke, who decided when to squeeze and where.
It felt familiar and not at the same time.
Ledger bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. His brain had been scoured clean enough of anything but want and have that the salt-and-metal tang of it on his tongue meant nothing.
Pleasure built with each thrust/stroke, and the hot tangle of wires in his gut wound themselves tighter. He could feel the satisfaction of his climax as it built, just slightly behind the tempo of Wren’s pleasure.
So close. Ledger tried to speed up the pace of his fist on his cock, but Wren throttled him back. He thrust harder into Ledger, his breathing ragged as he fucked faster. The arm around Ledger’s throat tightened and forced his head back and chin up. He licked the sweat off his lips, and a groan caught against the bulk of Wren’s forearm.
“Fuck,” Wren grunted into Ledger’s throat and buried himself inside Ledger with one last thrust that clenched Wren’s whole body tight. It almost lifted Ledger off his feet, and he choked on the noise in his throat as he was shoved unceremoniously into the truck door. His body tightened around Wren’s cock as the other man came inside him in a hot, wet rush and…
Never fuck an unnatural when you don’t know the price. It was a rule for a reason.
The cold flush of black fear grabbed Ledger by the throat. It made his heart stutter against his chest and sank down until it turned his marrow to clay. Goose bumps prickled on his forearms and along his thighs, and he dropped his head back onto Wren’s shoulder as he struggled to remember what it was to breathe.
His lungs seized up, and he felt everything—his blood, his heart, the whiskey he’d downed earlier as it sloshed in his stomach—slow and skip a beat as his brain didn’t fire between one second and the next. A clammy sweat broke on him, and the hot, dizzy pleasure of Wren’s cock in his ass and his hand on Ledger’s cock was all that was left.
For a moment, Ledger felt like if he came, he’d die. It caught in his chest like a hook, but Wren twisted their hands along Ledger’s cock in one rough stroke. The knots of heat and want in Ledger’s stomach came undone, unleashing a cold fire that raced along his nerves.
He came, wet and sticky, on the door of Wren’s truck.
Ledger thought he’d just sink into the cold, but then his body stuttered back to itself one bit at a time. He could feel Wren’s breathing, soft and ragged, against his throat and his cock still in Ledger’s ass. Sweat cooling on his skin. The ache in his lungs as they were embarrassed back into working again.
“Fuck,” Ledger croaked out.
“Told you I was good,” Wren said. He tilted Ledger’s head back with knuckles and kissed him.
Ledger thought about punching the bastard, but that would take more energy than he’d scraped together. So he leaned into the kiss instead, one hand raised to cup the back of Wren’s neck as Ledger drank the taste of him in.
That’s when the cop car pulled in behind them and flicked its high beams on.
“Fuck.” There was an entirely different tone to it this time.
Ledger squirmed away from Wren and dragged his trousers up as he turned to squint into the lights. Next to him, Wren just linked his hands behind his head and waited, cock out and jeans still sagged at his thighs.
The car door opened, and Syder got out, a flashlight in one hand. He played it up and down the road on either side of the truck, then pinned the beam back on Ledger.
“Out late tonight, Mr. Conroy,” he said, his voice mockingly matter-of-fact. “Problems with the car?”
CHAPTER12
