“Does that hurt?” I asked, gesturing toward his erection.
“So much.”
“Do you need help with it?”
He made a small sound. “Probably not much.”
“Get on the bed. Hang your head over the side.”
I took myself into a loose grip and watched as Golden unfolded himself from his knees. He looked like heaven in the dark, his musculature firm and angular, wrapped tight around his limbs. He moved silently to the bed, arranging himself like I’d asked. I was going to fuck his pretty throat until he choked.
I approached him, pushing down on my cock to trace the outline of his lips with it. My balls dragged over his nose and I felt it when he breathed me in.
“Do you like it?” I asked, working myself slowly against his face.
“Yes,” his affirmation puffed out in a hot word against my skin.
“Good. I’m going to smother you with them,” I told him, adjusting my stance so my sac sat between his lip and his nostrils. “Drown you with the taste of me. The smell of me.”
“Please,” he rasped, barely getting the word out before I shoved my length into his mouth.
It went easy because of the angle, and I groaned, watching the head of my cock as it slipped down the column of his throat. Golden inhaled, surprised, and then groaned, the vibration working its way through my body as well as his.
I settled myself inside his mouth, as deep as I could reach, then I leaned over him, our chests pressing together as I traced the tips of my fingers over the swollen and wet head of his cock. Golden’s body jerked off the bed, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. He choked, the edges of his teeth grazing the base of my shaft as he sputtered for air around my thickness.
Straightening, I bracketed my fingers around his throat and fucked into his mouth, relishing the way it felt when the head of my dick dragged against my hand.
“Listen,” I told him, half command, half plea.
Golden reached up and covered my hands with his own. My cock spasmed against the roof of his mouth.
“I want to fuck you bare again,” I said, precum slicking down his throat as I offered up the admission. “I want to come inside of you. Mark you.”
He flexed his fingers against mine and grunted.
We’d done this before, but we hadn’t talked about it after. I didn’t want to do a single thing to Golden that didn’t have his vocal and unwavering consent, but I was out of my mind with want for him and the grunt would have to do. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and as he sucked in a breath, I heard him tell me yes.
I grabbed lube from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, hauling him back so his head rested on the mattress at the same time I twisted and tugged, pulling the plug out of his ass. Golden let out a slow and tortured moan that quickly turned into desperation when I replaced it with my lube-slicked cock.
It took some work, but I moved our bodies, flinging Golden’s legs over mine and pulling him up so our faces were aligned. This was new for us, this closeness, but I wanted him to look me in my eyes when I marked him with my cum. I needed him to see how much I loved him when I made him mine. A wave of territorial ownership flooded over me, and I dug my fingers into his waist, pulling him up and back down on my cock until he understood I wanted him to ride me.
Again he covered my hands with his, and I moved quickly, tugging his arms behind his back and holding his wrists together at the small of his back. The position moved his spine into an arch and he put his chest and neck on display while he continued to fuck himself silly with my dick.
I marked him there, too. Biting and sucking at his throat, his collarbone, his nipples. Like a man possessed, I laid claim to every inch of his skin my mouth could reach. All the while, Golden used my cock to stretch his asshole open.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I whispered, revealing my deepest and darkest secret.
Golden’s hips stuttered and his back bowed. He fought against the hold I had on his wrists, head dropping forward and landing against my shoulder. I felt the wet heat of his cum splatter against my stomach as he finished. I released him and shifted, throwing him onto his back and pummeling into him. Golden’s eyes were frenzied and unfocused, a familiar sight reminiscent of the time I’d reached the deepest parts of him with one of my favorite toys.
I still thought this man would be the death of me, but I didn’t care anymore. I had power, I had him…anything else I needed would follow. The next day we would find out who Molinaro’s contact was and get to the bottom of things. The next day, there would be bloodshed, and I hoped to God it wasn’t his, wasn’t mine.
“I love you,” Golden rasped, writhing beneath me like a man possessed.
It was everything.
I came, hips stuttering and slamming forward as I spilled into him, marking him, owning him. My body collapsed forward, and I braced myself with one hand on either side of his head, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
“I feel you in there,” he whispered, a soft smile flitting across his lips as he settled against the pillow.
