“Golden,” I tried again. “Get off of me.”
As if to validate the demand, my coffee-soaked cock jerked against the underside of his thigh. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t lose sight of what he wanted, which… was apparently my life. My attention.
“You’ve made a mess,” I told him, even though he knew.
“You’re a disaster.”
“You’ve made a mess of me,” I continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “You need to clean it up.”
“You need to get fucked.”
I snaked my hand up between us, collaring his throat and giving him a warning squeeze.
“Youneed to get fucked,” I snapped, using the edge of my hand to force his chin up, his eyes away from mine. “If you wanted me dead, I’d be dead. So go be a good boy now and get this fucking knife away from me.”
“I do want you dead,” he corrected, flipping the blade back into the handle with a smooth and practiced ease. “Just not yet.”
“Golden,” I ordered, “get inside the house right now.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to fuck you on this shitty deck of yours so hard you get splinters in your fucking spine.”
I gave his throat a squeeze and jerked him backward. He caught himself before he fell, jamming his knife back into his pocket and glaring down at me. I stood up, tilting my chin so I could look him in the eye. He held my stare, his chest heaving, heartbeat no doubt matching mine. His lips parted, just enough for the tip of his tongue to peek out, licking at the corner—a nervous habit I’d noticed over my stay.
I reached behind me, pulling at my stitches with the stretch, and grabbed the back of my shirt, tugging it over and off my head. I could see the blood stain around the collar and I pressed my fingers against my throat where he’d cut me. The wound was superficial, barely enough to draw the blood it had. I pulled my hand back and looked at my fingers with a frown.
“If you want to play, Golden, you’re going to have to commit,” I said.
He cracked his neck and popped open the fly of his low slung jeans, lip twitching into a scowl. “You first.”
“Get inside, Foster.”
His shoulders tensed and he inclined his head to the side, looking down at me. His eyes flared with boredom, but at the sound of his name, they narrowed. They challenged me. They demanded.
Hedemanded.
I reached for him, shoving my hand behind the waistband of his briefs and taking his nearly hard cock into my fist. I squeezed him tighter than he deserved, then turned and strode back into the house, pulling him behind me by his cock.
He muttered curses under his breath, but followed, and I flung him down the hallway into the spare bedroom that had become mine. I turned after he made it over the threshold and kicked the door closed, slamming his back up against it to make sure it latched closed.
“When do we stop?” I asked
“When it’s enough,” he answered, his long brown lashes fluttering closed.
I tugged on his cock, jerking him with a tight grip, holding him against the door by his throat with my other hand. I jacked him off until he came on my fingers with a desperate-sounding mewl, then I flung him toward the bed. I shoved my stained and dirty sweats to the floor and stepped out of them, climbing onto the bed and straddling Golden’s thighs.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your mouth,” I admitted to him, pinching his cheeks together with my fingers and thumb. It made his mouth pucker and I spit on him, a glob of saliva landing on the corner of his lips. His tongue darted out, licking it up with an utterly sinful curl.
“Or any of the holes you let me violate,” I added for good measure.
Beneath me, his whole body went slack, relaxing against the tangled sheets.
I reached between us, putting my sticky hand into his pocket and pulling out the knife he’d tucked away so easily on the deck. A push of a button and the blade flipped open. I had the knife to his throat before he realized I’d taken it from him. Golden’s eyes widened and his expression morphed from aroused to angry in a millisecond.
“I know it’s not a gun,” I said, the hint of apology in my words, “but you took all mine, so this is the best I can do.”
“Fuck you.” He jerked his head to get away from my hand, but it only made me tighten my grip on his jaw.
