Day gave Goldie’s ass a pat before he left, and Goldie watched him head to the bedroom. With the way Goldie was positioned against the counter, he could see Florence’s foot out of the corner of his eye. He faced forward again, allowing himself to stay numb to the awful sight.
Florence…
No.
Goldie dropped deeper into the thick fog clouding his brain, and he waited for Day to return.
That’s what mattered.
Being good for Day.
Day didn’t waste any time getting back, and he had the lube with him.
Goldie shuddered.
Day stood behind Goldie, and he slicked up his fingers with lube. “I will gift you with a bounty of sensation, angel. You will take everything I bestow upon you, and your reward shall be great.”
“Yes, baby. I’ll take it.” Goldie breathed in deeply. “I’ll take it all, baby.”
“Good boy.” Day was smiling.
Goldie melted into Day’s probing fingers, breathing through the stretch of two already sinking deep inside of him. He dropped his head, and he relaxed, taking Day’s hard thrusts with quiet gasps. He could tell Day was in a hurry by how quickly he was fucking Goldie’s hole open, and Goldie’s heart fluttered with a flash of anxiety knowing what Day was going to try and put inside him.
God, Day was going to stretch him open so wide.
Day’s third finger brought up a wave of tingling and a faint burn, and Goldie groaned then. The pressure was increasing as Day continued to push, and the only reprieve was when Day paused to add more lube. He kept pushing his fingers in—how many now? Goldie was certain it was all of them when new resistance cropped up as Day’s knuckles were barred from slipping inside.
Day was trying to push in, but Goldie’s asshole was still too tight. He flattened his hand, tucking in his thumb as he continued to thrust, and he squeezed Goldie’s hip reassuringly.
Goldie grunted and moaned, rocking back against Day to gather more friction. He kept pushing, arching this way and that, trying to open up and take more. He didn’t know why, but there was such a sense of urgency. The air was tense, Goldie’s skin was hot, and he needed Day’s hand inside of him as soon as possible.
The wet slapping sounds of Day’s hand fucking his hole were deliciously obscene, and Goldie’s thoughts returned to Florence once more only to shamefully wonder if Florence could hear what they were doing right now.
Fuck, was Florence listening?
Could he see what Day was doing to him? Was he watching?
Licks of shame crept up alongside the heat burning within him, and Goldie let out an explosive groan when Day’s hand finally slipped all the way in. Goldie whimpered as his hole swallowed it up, Day’s knuckles now deep inside of his body and thrusting slow. Time itself was dragging to a crawl as Day speared Goldie’s body on his hand, and Goldie’s insides were stuffed to the point of aching.
Every nerve in Goldie’s body was cranked up to their highest level of sensitivity, and Goldie shivered in spite of the sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. His nipples were hard, his dick flexed, and gravity was pulling at his muscles until he thought he was sure to melt into the floor. The only thing keeping him standing was the curl of Day’s hand inside of his hole, and he sobbed as Day curled his fingers into a fist.
Day let out a little groan as he pumped his fist in and out. He didn’t pull his hand out, and Goldie’s body tried to clench around Day’s wrist even as he was being so wildly stretched. He could almost swear that Day was hitting his heart because he could feel his pulse thudding around his fist, and he had to lay his head down on the counter.
It was too heavy, too hot, and he moaned pitifully as Day sank in up to what had to be part of his forearm. Day’s fist shifted, and Goldie’s entire world moved, leaving him clinging to the counter and the edge of the sink, whatever he could reach. He didn’t know if he was going to come or scream or both, but he was dying for a way to relieve the awesome tension.
“Look how beautifully you receive me,” Day murmured, his voice deep and husky. “Your body is a gift, and I am going to devour you, angel.”
“Do it. Take me.” Goldie sobbed softly. “Make me yours, baby. Please.”
“Yes, angel. I will.” Day gave one final thrust before he carefully withdrew his hand, mindful to uncurl his fist before attempting to do so. He kissed Goldie’s shoulder as he went to the sink to wash up.
Goldie had to touch himself, and he reached back to pet the soft edge of his hole. He was tender, a little swollen, but then he couldn’t stop. He pushed his fingers in, playing in the lube and stroking his inner walls just to feel what Day had done to him.
He feltruined.
Day stepped back behind Goldie, and his hands were cool as they slid over his warm skin. He pushed up Goldie’s shirt and traced the lines of his spine. His cock pressed between Goldie’s cheeks, and he rocked his hips, letting their bodies naturally connect.
It only took a few lazy thrusts before Day’s cock slipped inside of him, and Goldie moaned appreciatively.
