Page 95 of Caged In

“We can go at your pace. It’s natural to feel overwhelmed the first time.”

Is it? He doesn’t know. How is it supposed to feel? His mind is splitting into two different thought processes. One screamingat him to keep going, to give in. The other one is huddling in the corner trying to hide away.

“I don’t think I like it,” Izz blurts, pinching his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to disappoint Sin. But he can’t shake off the weird feelings inside himself. “I mean, I do. But I . . .” How does he describe what is in his mind?

Sinn'ous kisses his shoulder blade, then shifts, carefully pulling free. Causing Izz to grunt as he slowly eases his way out. “You need time to adjust. Mentally.”

“But I—”

“I’m not angry,” Sinn'ous reassures. “Or surprised. We have time. I’m aware of who I am and how others view me.”

“I don’t see you that way,” Izz protests. He’s still relieved when he no longer has to battle with the stretching burn between his legs. Even as he sort of misses it, his hole squeezing around nothing but air.

He feels empty now . . .

Sin hums in answer. Which could mean anything from‘I believe you’to‘you’re an idiot’to‘are you lying to me or yourself ’.

He’s not sure. He can’t distinguish his thoughts, they are too muddled. Too hard to read. He doesn’t know what to think. How to feel.

Izz and Sin lie down side by side. Sinn'ous tucking Izz into his chest, turning him into the little spoon. He doesn’t mind. Being held is comforting. He feels protected with Sin at his back. Safe.

It doesn’t mean he forgets about his erection. Or that the thing gives up on the idea of getting off and goes away. No, it stays right there. Demanding and hard as stone. Aching to be touched, not allowing him to forget its presence.

It’s making him restless. No amount of snuggling into Sin is giving him any semblance of relief. He’s trying his best to keep it to himself, so Sin won’t know.

But what if I just . . .

He discreetly slides his hand down, biting his lip to hold back his moan at the first contact of his hand with his hot flesh—

Izz fails to hold back the choked hiss as Sin grazes teeth over his throat. The arms caging him in squeezing tighter. Holding him flush against a solid chest.

“Would you like me to help you with that,” Sin’s deep voice murmurs from behind.

Yes, please pleasepleaseplease . . .

“I . . . But what about you?” He feels bad, calling it quits and now wanting to cum while Sin is no doubt sporting blue balls.

He doesn’t want to be greedy or weak in front of Sin. But he is horny and he is hard. Needy. With Sin pressing up against his back, it’s turning him on.

He might be regretting stopping so early.

Sin repositions behind him, unfurling his arm, letting his fingers slide down Izz’s bare stomach. “Don’t worry about me. Let me take care of you.”

“Yes . . .” Izz whispers, removing his own hand from his aching member. Closing his eyes to the sensation of Sin’s hand closing over him. Stroking him.

It’s incredible. He’s never felt something so good in his whole life—or maybe it’s because it has been so long for him since he’s had someone else’s hand on him—or his own for that matter. He’s been too stressed. Since he marched into prison, he hasn’t been anywhere remotely private or safe to touch himself. Hasn’t had the opportunity to let off any steam.

And never like this. Never with someone so . . . dangerous . . .

The slow unhurried motion of Sin’s hand is driving him mad. His breathing rapidly increases, to the point where he is close to passing out. His vision blacking around the edges.

“Mm, so close . . .”

To passing out, or cumming? He can’t tell. Doesn’t care.

He’s already needy and worked up. He can’t hold back. His body is on the edge of the cliff. And he doesn’t want to delay his free fall into bliss.

Within minutes his back is arching against Sin. His release thundering out of him. Coating Sin’s sheets. His thighs twitching with the pulsing pleasure radiating through him.

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