“More than that.”
“You’re smart. Top of your class, right?” I had to throw in the dig. That I knew these secrets of his. “You figure it out. Come on, Golden. Haven’t you tried to run a check on me, too? You’re not a fool.”
“Sage Hutton isn’t a real name anywhere,” he said, regurgitating back shit I already knew. “You don’t exist.”
I stepped into the darkness, stalking toward him until our chests pressed together. It didn’t matter he was taller than me. Golden was a man who could make himself small enough when he wanted to, when it served him to do so. I grabbed his hand and slid it down low between us so he could feel how hard his protests made me.
“Feels real to me,” I whispered, leaning closer and licking a hot stripe up the side of his neck.
The quietest moan tumbled out of his mouth and his head inclined…just barely. I grabbed his throat, collaring him slightly below the jaw and I jerked his head up roughly. Let him look at the sky while I made him see stars. I pressed my lips around the soft and thin piece of skin beneath his ear and kissed him there.
“Golden,” I rasped.
“Just do it.”
I bit him, clearly an unexpected sting of pain as my teeth connected with his skin between them. He winced and I tightened my hold on his jaw, then I started to suck, using my tongue and my lips to soothe the pain of my bite. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I was sure I’d marked him, then I sucked him longer. His hand stayed between my legs, fingers twitching around my cock as it thickened from the way he let me hurt him.
Satisfied, I separated my mouth from his skin, the purple bruise visible even in the shadows. For good measure, I licked it before I let him go, putting a foot between us. His chest heaved as he breathed, his face still tilted toward the sky, and in that moment, I thought he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Golden was a work of fucking art, and to think that I’d already had my go at him.
He hated me. He wanted me. He hated that he wanted me, and I didn’t see any way he’d ever let me have a run at him again. All I’d get was what we had, memories and angry bathroom blow jobs if the time was right. This man was a drug and I would overdose on him if given the chance.
I dragged my tongue along the inside of my teeth, taking another step backward, putting more space between us.
“That’s enough, yeah?” I asked, well aware of the clever ways he tossed around his safeword.
He swallowed, but said nothing. At first.
“It’s enough,” he whispered.
I pursed my lips, disappointed by his agreement, but I accepted it just the same. I turned on my heel and walked out of the alley, leaving Golden alone like I’d done the last time I saw him. I went straight to my car, but he didn’t come out of the alley. I stared into the darkness and waited, and he didn’t show. I locked my car and stalked back, finding him where I’d left him. But this time, his pants were half down, his cock in his hand, and he was jerking himself off with a furious and unsustainable rhythm.
“Is it really enough?” I asked.
His lips parted, an angry moan filtering into the space between us, and then…
And then came theno.
I closed the space between us without thought, rucked up his shirt with one hand and grabbed his balls with the other. I pinched his nipple at the same time I tugged down on his sac and he grunted, falling back against the wall.
“Shut up,” I warned. “Someone is going to hear you.”
I tightened the fingers on his nipple and his back bowed, a shiver tearing through his entire body.
“It’s all right, Golden. I know what you need. What you want.”
His breath fell against the side of my face in rough exhalations that smelled like desperation and whiskey.
“Let me take you home and make you hurt the way you want,” I proposed, testing the weight of his balls in my palm. The things I could do to him if I had my toys, my restraints, my space.
“No.” He shook his head furiously as he whimpered at me. “Just here.”
“Fine.”
He nodded and sagged into my hands.
“Turn around,” I commanded. “Bend over.”
He did as he was told, because he always did, and with a quick glance over my shoulder, I tore my belt off, folding it in half and snapping the leather together to make my intent clear.
