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“You care. Stop being a fucking idiot and you’ll live. You have one more time to do this dumb shit. Then I’ll grant your fucking wish!”
Yanking him to his feet, I drag him upstairs to his room, pull out the cuffs and lock him up on the opposite side of the bed than where he pissed. He doesn’t fight me as I lock him up, but when I start to leave, he starts screaming. And screaming. And screaming. I’m not sure if it’s a crying fit or he just wants to make noise to aggravate me. Either way, I don’t care, I need to get this shampoo out of my hair.
Hopping back in the shower, I immediately tilt my head back and start to wash my hair again. It’s not until I’m finished that I realize my dick didn’t get soft the entire time after I felt Finn’s ass on my shaft.
I wasn’t lying—in the years that I’ve been locked up, I haven’t fucked a man’s ass. I haven’t fucked anyone. It’s been seven years and three months since I got laid. The night before I was arrested, I got my dick sucked by a hangaround. No pussy before I was sentenced.
Despite how much I want it to, my cock doesn’t deflate and I can’t stop thinking about the feel of his ass. Not to mention how I was able to take him to the ground and subdue him. I haven’t been able to do that in close to a decade.
Growling, I palm my cock and start to stroke, trying to think about big tits and a tight, wet pussy, but my brain keeps flipping back to Finn’s ass and his thick lips. Giving up trying to derail my thoughts, I let them consume me, thinking of sliding my dick between Finn’s cheeks, squeezing them together as I rut between them. Then I think of spreading his ass and coming all over what I can only guess is a pretty pink hole until my own cock erupts, thick ropes of my release coating the shower wall in front of me.
Sagging against the wall, I struggle to catch my breath and try to figure out what the fuck is going on. I know I’m not exactly straight, but I’ve never been this tempted to actually go there with a guy.
The crazy thing is, I can’t stop thinking about it. Even knowing I’ve never crossed that line doesn’t stop me from imagining how warm and tight Finn’s ass would be. How his lips would feel wrapped around my cock, tugging on my balls and giving them some attention.
Fuck, what am I going to do?
Chapter 9
Rax
After my … episode in the shower, I leave the bathroom and trudge down the stairs to put the sheets in the dryer. A scrap of something slips from between the sheets when I separate them to toss them inside. I bend to pick it up and see a pair of purple lace panties.
Running the material through my fingers, I think about how Finn glared at the boxers when he had to put them on. This is what he wears under his clothes? How is that even comfortable? Won’t they chafe his skin?
I think about his smooth skin, his ass encased in this piece of material and I find myself getting hard again.
Fuck me.
Tossing the panties in with the sheets, I leave the laundry room to go check on Finn. He stopped screaming at some point while I was in the shower, I’m not sure if it was from exhaustion or his voice gave out. Either way, the screaming stopped.
When I crack open the door, I see that Finn is fast asleep, though he doesn’t look rested. His free hand is across his chest, clutching his shirt and his eyebrows are drawn down hard. His lips are tight, like he was thinking hard about something before he dropped off and under his eyes are red.
For the first time in a long time, I feel bad about something. I kidnapped him because I had to, but I don’t like the situation I put him in. I’m not sure if it’s because I want to fuck him or because I did a shitty thing, but the feeling would still be the same.
With a growl, I close the door and march downstairs. Scooping up the phone, I call my best friend. “Zeke, is there any way you can come today?”
“You read my mind, Rax. I was gonna call you and tell you I’d be coming in about an hour. The guy we have inside the police department said the chief is assembling a task force to raid the compound tomorrow. We’ve already gotten rid of the camera footage with you on it, replaced it with some old footage and wiped everything you touched. You’re covered.” He pauses after that info dump and I breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one thing taken care of. “What size is the twink? I can have some of the hangarounds get him some clothes and it won’t look sketchy. I have some things already packed up for you.”
I give him the sizes that I saw on Finn’s clothes and walk over to check his shoe size. Then, I say—more for me than for Finn—“And add some of those frilly panties some of the hangarounds like to wear when they do their little strip teases for the clubhouse.” I give him the size.
“Panties? Oh yeah, we definitely need to talk when I get there.” Zeke hangs up with a laugh.
Tossing my phone down, I settle in and wait for Zeke to show up.
“Rax! Can you uncuff me please?” I hear from upstairs.
Not wanting a repeat of the earlier, I head to the bedroom and unlock Finn.
“Thank you,” he mutters, then rushes to the bathroom. He leaves the door open while he uses it and washes his hands when he’s done.
After, he stands outside the door, pulling at the hem of his shirt. It takes him a few seconds to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry. About earlier. I know you won’t believe me, but I wasn’t trying to get away. Not really. I was just … just so—”
“I get it. But you need to know, Finn, I don’t make idle threats. If you do some dumb shit like that again I will toss you.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He sighs. “I’ve never seen my mother cry. Not even when my dad died. It fucked me up a little.”
Tilting my head, I assess him. He could be telling the truth. Where would he go? We’re miles away from civilization and he would have had to outrun me to get anywhere. Even with me being naked, he wouldn’t have been able to do that in his wildest dreams.
