Day hesitated. He was having trouble thinking clearly through his own desire and scattered thoughts. He wondered if this was some new ploy to escape, but he couldn’t stop his hand from stroking himself. He wanted to make Goldie happy and do what he wanted. He nuzzled Goldie’s side, breathing him in again as he squeezed his dick.
“There you go,” Goldie murmured, his voice slightly slurred. “God, yeah. You’ve got such a pretty cock.”
Day had heard a lot of filth in his life. Hundreds upon thousands of disgusting garbage had flooded his head for years, but nothing had sent chills down his spine and made his very insides clench with lust the way they did listening to Goldie. He pushed his nose up into Goldie’s armpit, his tongue darting out to taste his salty skin.
“Mm, that’s nice,” Goldie mumbled. His eyes were closing again. “That’s real nice…”
Day glanced down at Goldie’s crotch. He could see Goldie’s cock bulging out the front of his sweats, and he whimpered. He glanced back up at Goldie’s face, but he couldn’t tell if he was awake or not. He nudged him, and there was no response.
Fuck.
Day shifted, trailing his lips over Goldie’s broad torso and hips, his stomach swimming with white-hot excitement. He nosed along Goldie’s hard cock through his sweats, moaning sharply at the wonderful scent of musk and heat.
He kept jerking himself off as he smothered his face in Goldie’s crotch. His cock was so wet that it was slipping through his fingers and making the most obscene sounds. He was getting dizzy as he pushed himself toward the edge, fantastic images flashing through his mind and driving the pumping rhythm of his hand.
Goldie on top of him while pounding him into the bed, Goldie kissing him and holding him tenderly as they fucked, and God, yes, Goldie’s hot cock sliding into his mouth.
Day dared to tease his lips through the sweats there at the thick base of Goldie’s cock where he’d been longing to kiss. He swore he could almost taste him even with the fabric in his way, and he flicked out his tongue, desperate for more. He lapped at Goldie’s cock until a small wet spot was forming in the fabric, and he got carried away, wrapping his mouth around the shaft with a low groan.
So close, fuck, he was so damn close. If he pulled Goldie’s sweats down just a few inches, he could have one quick little—Day suddenly cried out as he came hard enough to make his hips violently jerk forward.
Ducking his head against Goldie’s hip, he whined as he worked himself through the fast pulses of pleasure, tears in his eyes from the overwhelming rush. He lay there while he caught his breath, his cheeks warm and flushed, heart pounding, and he smiled.
When he looked up at Goldie, he was certain Goldie was smiling back.
Yes, he was.
He had to be.
7
GOLDIE
When Goldie woke up, it took him a few seconds to decide whether or not he was really awake. His eyes were fuzzy and his head was horribly heavy. He’d had such weird dreams, and he didn’t immediately register that Day was currently glued to his side and snuggling him like a koala bear. It felt good, and it would have been even better if he could wrap his arm around Day and hug him close.
But handcuffs. Right.
Goldie longed to rub the sleep crusties out of his eyes, but there wasn’t anything he could do to relieve them. He was still really groggy, and he closed his eyes again, trying to hold on to the echoes of his dream.
It was so vivid.
He’d been dreaming about Day. He felt like a total perv, but he’d been watching Day jerk off next to him in bed, and he looked so hot and desperate that Goldie wanted to break the handcuffs and take him right then. He’d said some dirty stuff, and he swore he had actually felt Day’s hot mouth teasing his cock through his sweats, and then…
Oh,shit.
No.
That wasn’t a dream.
Day wasn’t wearing a shirt because that’s what he’d used to clean up with after he’d come.
That really happened. That was real.
Goldie flinched and his brain shut down briefly. He was certain Day had drugged him again. That was why he’d fallen asleep so fast. It must not have been as much as before because Goldie had been able to wake up and have that loopy ass dream that wasn’t actually a dream.
His traitorous dick twitched as if angry with him that he hadn’t told Day to finish the job.
Goldie had fallen back asleep before Day had the chance, and he was at least grateful it didn’t seem like Day did anything else once he was back out.
