“I’m not buying you a drink.”
Sage’s mouth twitched, turning his whole face into the briefest hint of a scowl or a glare that had my cock jerking in my hand.
“Get on your knees, Golden,” he said, the command soft but strong.
“Fuck you.”
“Did you forget so soon?” Sage tightened his hold on my arm, wrenching me down until my knees landed on the sticky tile floor.
“No,” I spat.
He’d been forced to let go of me before my knees hit the ground, but he knew I wouldn’t move, that I wasn’t going anywhere. He made quick work of his belt, pulling down his zipper and taking his dick out of his pants. He was half hard and his cock was just as thick as the rest of him.
Sage slapped his length against my cheek, dragging the precum-slick tip of his dick over my lips. He couldn’t see the way I clenched my jaw, but he had to know. He had to know I hated this so much I loved it. Much like the way pleasure and pain blurred into one, didn’t love and hate do the same?
“Open up for me, Golden. Be a good boy.”
With his other hand, he took a tight hold of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing my mouth open, but he waited.
He… hesitated.
My eyes rolled back at his silent plea for consent and I jerked my head, a rough nod against the tight hold he had on me. That was enough and that was all. Sage smashed the half-hard length of his cock into the back of my mouth and moved his hands to either side of my head, holding me steady as his cock thickened against the roof of my mouth until I struggled to breathe.
I choked and sputtered around him, but he held steady, his hips bucking forward and pushing the slick head of his cock deeper into my throat. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and I glared up at him. Glared at the way he watched me like I amazed him.
How dare he think that about me?
He had no right.
Before I could tell him as much, he pulled all the way out, strings of spit connecting his cock to the deepest parts of my throat. I sputtered and sucked in a breath, but not quick enough. He pushed back into me and started to fuck my throat like he wanted to choke me to death with his dick.
I had a passing second to wonder if maybe he did, but then he pulled out a second time, took himself in hand, and came across my face with a muffled grunt. My cock ached like a steel rod between my legs as Sage scooped his orgasm off my cheeks and chin with the tips of his fingers, then he shoved them into my mouth. Obediently, I sucked him dry, and he repeated the motion, swiping his spit-soaked fingers across my face until he was satisfied I passed muster.
He looped his hands under my armpits and hauled me back to my feet, walking me back until my shoulder blades crashed into the wall. At the same time, he smashed our mouths together, using a hot and skilled tongue to gather the remainder of his cum out of my mouth. Sage groaned and swallowed the taste of himself down, all the while our mouths sealed together.
Hands fumbled between our bodies and I realized he was putting my throbbing cock back into my pants. I muffled a noise of protest, but he caught it, pulling back and sinking his teeth into my bottom lip with a feral growl.
“Go tell your keepers you’re done here for the night, Golden. You and I are getting out of here and we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Four
Sage
I’d decided to drink and fuck.
But I’d recognized that black Charger of Golden’s as soon as I pulled into the parking lot at Rapture. Drink and fuck and stalk it was, then. It didn’t take long for me to find him and two of his friends at a table off to the side of the dance floor, and I watched him case the joint before heading upstairs. He barely gave anyone in the loft a passing glance, instead lingering in the darkest corner of the hallway, his hand settled comfortably over his fly.
He didn’t stay there long, going back downstairs, dragging his fingers over the stair bannister like he was trying to seduce it, and then into the bathroom. He was alone, except for me, with his cock in his hand and then my cock was in his mouth and, fuck, I loved the way he did what he was told even though he hated it.
“Go tell your keepers you’re done here for the night, Golden. You and I are getting out of here and we’re just getting started.”
He glared at me, but moved past me just the same. I didn’t bother checking to see if he’d gone to his friends; I knew he had. Popping two of my fingers into my mouth, I sucked the residual taste of my orgasm away while I strolled to the front doors and into the cool night air. I leaned against the stair rail and waited.
It didn’t take long for him to show up, and he followed me without a word, not toward the car, but into the side alley.
Again.
“What do you want?” he asked, moving out of the halo of the security light and into the darkness.
