Page 47 of Cosmo

After pushing Taran against the intact sink, Liam held his hips and stared into fearful eyes. “Why are you scared of me?”

With his voice quivering, Taran answered, “I’m here with a criminal out on parole, in the middle of nowhere, about to be naked. What could I possibly have to fear?”

“Me. Yeah, you should be afraid. You’re going to fall in love with me after I fuck you.”

Taran’s stress level lowered visibly as he smiled, but Liam ignored that while he unbuttoned Taran’s jeans.

Reaching his hand under Taran’s briefs, Liam settled his hand around a rigid cock, then moved to kiss him, placing his lips barely over Taran’s.

The stiffness of his cock, the shaking lips that pressed harder into Liam’s, told him how much Taran wanted it, but would likely never admit it to himself. Stroking as much as he could with his hand shoved into Taran’s pants, Liam kissed him deeply, letting his tongue push inside of Taran’s mouth, to find the shaking had stopped as his breathing got ragged.

After taking his hand from Taran’s cock, he whispered, “Tell me how much you want my dick.”

“I know how rough you can be, Liam. I’ve seen your juvenile record. I’m not fighting you, so take it easy, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up and turn around. I’ll be as rough as I like. You’re a liar and a fucking cop.”

Taran’s mouth smashed against his and Liam was almost too shocked to kiss back. Then, he did, and Taran wrapped his legs around Liam’s and, in that kiss, he pleaded with Liam to see him. See past the badge and the gun. See past the heaviness that had settled between them.

Liam’s hand softened. His kisses along Taran’s jaw told him he did. Liam saw the guy. Saw the sorrow he felt at even considering going after good people.

As their mouths touched again, Taran’s hands came to rest on Liam’s cheeks, and the softness of the touch warmed through Liam.

He watched as Taran pushed his jeans over his hips and his briefs went along with them. A beautiful dick popped out of the briefs and wagged a little, making Taran laugh nervously. “Can’t say I’m not really into you.”

“I’m not taking a hard dick for sincerity,” he said, but it wasn’t said harshly, and he kissed Taran after the words faded between them.

When Taran turned, Liam bent him over the dirty sink, face all the way to the porcelain, getting that caking of dust on his pretty cheek, in his hair.

The ass was right there, ready for him. The cheeks clenched nicely as Taran waited for him to touch, fuck, anything, but all Liam did for a long moment was stare.

His creamy skin was beautiful. He didn’t have one imperfection on his ass. No hint of one. When Taran started to subtly shake, Liam took a deep breath and took out his cock, donning the condom Abs had insisted he bought, slathered the lube over it and set it on Taran’s pretty pink hole.

An audible gasp came from Taran before he’d even pushed inside the man. His hands clenched harder on the rim of the sink. It was beautiful to watch, to see the anticipation and tension filling him before Liam had a chance to.

When he pushed inside him, slowly, Taran’s knuckles grew instantly white on the rim of that sink. Liam smiled at that, and Taran didn’t see it, as his eyes were squeezed shut.

Liam knew he had a nice sized dick. Hard not to after the fucking he’d always done. The pained looks on the faces of his partners left little doubt.

Taran whimpered a little, but didn’t ask him to stop. Liam goaded him, however. “Just be still and quiet. You’re a badass FBI agent, right? You can take it.”

Blurting a laugh, Taran gritted, “The FBI never trained me on taking a big dick up my ass.”

“Tsk, oh well. Guess their training lacked, huh?”

Taran laughed, but it was a tight laugh, filled with pain as Liam pushed in more, cutting even that laughter off with a little yip.

“Squeezing my dick, Mr. Agent.”

He didn’t answer, but whimpered freely, and Liam pushed in another inch, enjoying the pain on Taran’s face, and notonly because it was a compliment to his dick size. Taran was incredibly gorgeous in pain.

When he finally penetrated him to the hilt, Taran was huffing breaths through parted lips, and his beauty only grew.

He ran a hand down Taran’s back as everything in Liam told him to stop, to make it better, to leave that dirty place. He felt tears burning his eyes as he thought of how terrible it was, but then, as if he knew what Liam felt, Taran said, “Stop worrying. If this is what you need to assure that I am not lying now, it’s not hurting me. I want this as much as you do, and probably a lot more.”

When his eyes met Taran’s, he saw it was the truth. “Just because I feel bad doesn’t mean you’re right about anything.”

“I already admitted that.”

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