Contemporary Romance Week - Beauty Has Balls by James Cox

​Nevin meets Marco in the most unlikely of places ... a serial killer's basement.

Nevin’s in a new town, looking for a new job and a new man. His first date turns out to be the worst choice ever. He wakes up in a cage with chains and a collar. But he’s not alone. The sexy Italian beside him is bruised, naked, and not giving up. 

Marco never expected his co-worker at The Cox Club to hit him over the head and drag him into a damn cage. But here he was. Bruised, naked, humiliated, and the only thing keeping him from giving up is the young guy in the next cell who’s caught this psycho’s eye.

​Will they actually survive this nightmare? And if they do, can they ever truly heal?

- SNEAK PEEK - 

​Marco held him just a tad tighter. “It’s me and you, Nevin. We’re in the apartment. My hands are wrapped around you. The second, the fucking second, you say no or stop, these hands will leave your body.”

Those words were just perfect. Nevin nodded. He felt like an idiot. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I mean it.” Marco loosened his hold and placed his hands on Nevin’s hips. “I could be a moment away from spraying my cum on you and I’d find a way to stop.” Marco snorted. “I may cry, but I’ll stop.”

Nevin snorted.

Marco smiled then inhaled slowly. “Let me touch you?”

Marco had touched him last night and it’d been fantastic. Nevin had to use his balls and not let the bastard that hurt him win. “Touch me.”

Marco groaned. He slid his thumbs in Nevin’s boxers and tugged. They floated to the floor.

He was naked in the kitchen with a hard, strong man standing behind him. Fear slithered up his spine. “Touch me, Marco.”

Marco’s tan hand slid to Nevin’s half erect cock. His fingers wrapped around the girth. The single touch made them both moan. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” Marco nipped his shoulder. “I’m going to finger that very, very sexy ass of yours until you’re ready to come. Then we’re going into the bedroom…”

Oh, God.

“And you’re going to fuck me.”

“I am?” Nevin’s nerves suddenly went from afraid to excited.

“Yes. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Whatever you want. I need you, Nevin, any way I can get you. Even if that means you’re the one pitching.”

Nevin actually giggled. Yeah, that gleeful, pathetic sound had come out of his mouth.

Marco grabbed the bottle of vegetable oil from the counter. He opened it and dribbled some on his fingers.

Oh, God. Okay. Okay. He could do this. Nevin braced his hands on the counter. It was just a few fingers. Marco’s fingers. Breathe. Just Breathe. Nevin ground his teeth together.

Marco touched his balls with slick fingers, gliding them up, over his hole and then he pressed.

Nevin’s exhale was shaky. He looked up and caught Marco’s reflection in the glass cabinet door. Marco was watching him, concentrating, being patient and sweet. His finger gently eased inside, pushing forward. Not stopping. Deeper. Probing. Nevin sighed. That actually felt good. Before everything happened, he was mostly a bottom. He loved that full feeling.

“Good?” Marco asked, his voice gravelly.

“Mmm.”

Marco kissed his cheek then his neck. That curious finger pulled out and this time brought a friend with it.

Nevin held his breath as two fingers probed his hole. Felt good. Nevin relaxed into the pleasure. Marco was going slow and steady. It made his anxiety leak away.

“Can you…” He took a deep breath. “Can you take one more?” Marco ended the question with a growl.

“Can you?” Nevin grinned.

“Fuck no!” Marco spun him around.

To Nevin’s surprise, the beautiful Italian threw Nevin over his shoulder in one swoop. “What the hell are you doing?” He laughed as he asked.

“Romantic shit.” Marco carried him into the bedroom and swung him onto the bed.

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