Page 3 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Montgomery slapped his hand against his chest and laughed. “Take care of me on a detective’s wage? I don’t think so. You couldn’t afford to take care of me.”
“You don’t need money to be happy.” Those sad puppy-dog eyes might have worked on someone else, but they never worked on Montgomery.
“I disagree.” He shoved himself up on his elbows and stared at Kaden. “Money makes me very happy.”
“Because you grew up with it. I can give you the more important things in life.”
Montgomery sighed in annoyance. This was getting frustrating very quickly. It’d been fun at first, listening to how desperate Kaden was to win his heart, but Montgomery could only take so much begging before he grew irritated. This kind of talk had been going on for months.
He shuffled over to the edge of the bed, his legs hanging over the side of it so that he sat in front of Kaden. He hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Kaden’s jeans, tugging him closer while he stared up at him seductively. “The most important thing you can give me right now is your cock in my mouth.”
Kaden heaved a sigh. “Please, this is serious.”
“So is your cock in my mouth.” Montgomery didn’t wait for him to argue. He expertly released Kaden’s belt, before he worked on the buttons of his jeans. He had Kaden’s pants around his ankles and his erection in his mouth in record time, and whatever Kaden was going to say had been forgotten.
He gripped Montgomery’s shoulders, his hold tight as Montgomery slurped around his erection with eagerness. The hard organ throbbed against his tongue, precum beading at his slit and coating Montgomery’s taste buds. He never liked the flavor of cum, yet he was addicted. He wanted that salty goodness in any way he could get it—on his tongue, across his face, or in his ass. He lived for the danger of it and the men who gave it to him. Most of them were pussycats, though, and lived the boring life, like the detective.
He licked up Kaden’s length, tracing a vein, and then sucked on the head. He worked him like a professional, with tight suction of his mouth and the swipe of his tongue. He played with Kaden’s balls too, rolling and squeezing them in his palm in a way that had the man above him groaning. Kaden’s knees trembled, and Montgomery used his reactions as encouragement.
“I want to fuck you.”
Ah. Yes.That’s what Montgomery wanted to hear. He let Kaden pop out of his mouth and grinned. “Yes, Detective.”
Kaden shifted his weight between his feet and Montgomery saw his reaction to his words. Kaden liked being called detective in bed, so Montgomery made sure to say it at just the right time.
It worked, too, because in minutes Kaden had him on his knees, back arched against the bed as he drove his condom-sheathed erection inside of him. He’d always been one of the careful guys, the one whodemandedto wear a condom, much to Montgomery’s disappointment.
He gripped Montgomery’s hair tightly, using it as leverage as he drove home, the slapping of his balls loud in the otherwise quiet room. Kaden was a moaner, and with every thrust inside of Montgomery, he let out a deep groan.
“Yes, please. Fuck me harder, Detective.”
Montgomery’s forehead pressed against the mattress, his hands beside his head to give him stability as Kaden fucked into him. The sensations buzzed inside, lighting up his body every time Kaden’s cock pounded against his prostrate. He wasn’t going to last as long as he had with Livio.
Kaden’s chest pressed against his back as he leaned closer, his breath tickling Montgomery’s ear. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Montgomery groaned. The change of position made Kaden’s cock delve deeper inside of him.
“Tell me.”
He threw his head back against Kaden’s shoulder and reached behind to grab a handful of his blond hair. It was barely long enough to hold on to. “Please.”
“With pleasure.”
He hadn’t eventriedto make Montgomery beg. It was a piss-poor attempt, but that didn’t matter as he began to thrust inside of him again. The pressure felt heavy in his balls and finally, stars burst in his vision. Montgomery came, cum spurting from his slit and spraying the expensive sheets beneath him.
Kaden wasn’t far behind him. He stilled above Montgomery, letting out a loud groan. His hands shook against Montgomery’s hips, and when he was done, he pulled out, falling onto the bed beside him.
Montgomery collapsed on the mattress again, his own cum squishing beneath his belly. Not that he cared. He didn’t have to clean it up, that’s what maids were for.
“Amazing,” Kaden murmured.
Montgomery shrugged. “It was all right.”
Kaden’s silence made him turn toward him. Kaden had sat up, staring at his flaccid condom-covered cock carefully.
“What’s wrong? Did we break it?” He snorted and folded his arms beneath his head, rising slightly.
He glanced at Montgomery, a frown twisting his thin lips. “Is that cum on the condom?”
