Page 53 of Cosmo

“Why are you whispering?”

“I’m helping you commit a crime,” he hissed.

Liam chuckled and set the bag on the hood of the car. Taran ducked and Liam again had to ask him why. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I thought the alarm would go off.”

“This car didn’t come with alarms on the standard package.”

Taran was incensed. “How can you know that it’s the standard package?”

“The headlights,” he said simply, not choosing to explain further.

He took out the glass breaker and easily broke the driver’s side window. Again, Taran jumped, obviously expecting the alarm again. “Taran, stop.”

“Sorry, but how the hell are you so cool and calm?”

“Because. What’s the worst that can happen? We go to prison. You…you’d have a hard time as a cop and never being there, but you’d get through. Me, I’ve been there. It’s bad, and it sucks, but it’s the chance we take.”

Taran’s eyes were darting all over the parking lot. It was visibly obvious how scared he was.

Before he crawled into the car through the broken window, he threw Taran to the car, moving in to press him to the driver’s door. “Tell me the truth, Federal Agent. This is more exciting than anything you ever thought you’d do in the Bureau.”

Taran whimpered and his mouth clashed with Liam’s, beginning a kiss that warmed Liam through. He held Taran’s face and felt him shaking, felt his breathing, so fast, so shallow, and then no breathing at all as he kissed Liam desperately.

Longing, pure and beautiful, Taran gave him. He longed for what Liam had: the excitement, the thrill, and even the lawlessness. What better way to fight criminals than with more criminals?

Pulling away for a brief time, Taran’s words came on a rush of his exhalation, “They’ll come back out. They’re going to find us.”

“So let them,” Liam said, sure that the car belonged to an employee. The shift wasn’t over for hours.

But Taran didn’t need to know that. Let his excitement and fear overwhelm him. Let the quickening beat of his heart and the sweat trickling down his back remind him of what it was like to really be alive.

Like a kid, speeding down a hill on his bike, the wind in his hair, the pavement taunting him with pain, broken flesh andbone. Taking control of his life for that tiny moment in an otherwise long, uneventful life.

Liam unbuttoned Taran’s pants and shoved a hand inside, grabbing onto his rapidly stiffening cock, stroking slowly, but squeezing it hard enough to get a guttural moan from the man.

As his head fell to his shoulder, Taran was his. He was giving over his will to Liam, and Liam took it, holding him against that car as the night closed around them, making the world go far from their moment.

Biting Taran’s bottom lip, Liam watched his face go slack, felt the air flowing from him onto Liam’s wet lips. Taran’s cock was leaking liberally, his shaking from fear gone and replaced with his hips moving, grinding himself against Liam.

“That feels good, right? Anxious, scared, but a man puts his hand on your cock and instead of taking all that, the stress makes you feel it deeper.”

“God, Cosmo, stop, we need to go…”

“Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t breathe. Just feel my hand stroking you.”

Taran nodded in big circles. “Can’t…can’t breathe.”

“Good. You don’t need air, Taran. You need me. You need me to take you where you’ve never gone. You need me to make you feel good, make you struggle, cry, and laugh.”

Taran again pressed his lips to Liam’s, and there was a tiny, sweet sob there that warmed Liam’s heart and made him pull his face from Taran’s. “You need to come. Come for me.”

Crying out in a deep moan, Taran grabbed Liam around the neck and held tight, his hips moving frantically, and when he came, the hot cum heating Liam’s hand, Taran’s lips were on his neck. He felt the hatred of himself for being so into a criminal when his entire life had been to be a lawman.

“It’s okay to see things differently now, Taran.”

“Is it?”

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