Day was flushed, his eyes wide, and he stared in awe over Goldie’s display like he was admiring a work of art in a museum. The softness of his sweater and the thick slouchy socks were a lovely complement to the sharp hunger that was brewing in his gaze and his lean frame was coiled as if ready to pounce.
Goldie was not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but he felt so tiny in this moment. He was being hunted, and the new vulnerability created a unique thrill he was fast growing addicted to. There was an element to this play that was absolutely real—Day was dangerous.
He’d killed a man with his bare hands and was able to manipulate another into walking right into his own death without lifting a finger.
Somehow that made this even hotter, and Goldie lifted his hands up to grab the headboard. He would have let Day handcuff him again if he’d wanted to, but he wanted to make it clear that his submission was genuine. He was offering himself to Day, and the subtle shifts in Day’s expression let Goldie know this was the right move.
Day’s lashes fluttered, his throat bobbed, and he ran his tongue over his top teeth.
It was startling how fast Day could move, and he was at the foot of the bed between the space of two twitches of Goldie’s throbbing cock. His voice was deeper than usual, deliciously husky as he said, “And God said, upon thy belly thou shalt go.Right now.”
“Yes, sir.” Goldie rolled on his side, but he didn’t immediately go on his stomach. Instead, he went to his hands and knees, arching his hips back. He wanted to stretch, but also he wanted to tempt Day with the enticing view of his ass.
He heard Day grunt.
Goldie smiled, and he slid his arms forward, letting his upper body drop first to keep his ass in the air. He heard Day’s sharp inhale, and only then did he finally lay flat on his stomach. The bed dipped as Day climbed up, and Goldie shivered as Day’s long fingers stroked the backs of his thighs.
“How beautiful you are, my angel,” Day whispered hoarsely. “The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the work of a master…” His hands moved up to cup Goldie’s ass, and he parted his cheeks, audibly inhaling. “I shall drink from the fountain of your beauty forever and never go thirsty.”
Goldie moaned happily when Day’s tongue flicked over his hole. It was wet, hot, and that first agonizing tease left him aching for more.
Still holding Goldie’s ass cheeks firmly spread, Day lay down between Goldie’s thighs. He licked at his hole again, lavishing the puckered flesh with long laps of his tongue punctuated by soft, greedy gasps.
God, it was wonderful.
Goldie grunted and groaned to make sure Day knew how he was enjoying himself. The slick pressure against his asshole was the perfect appetizer to what he was confident was going to be a monumental feast of flesh.
Day was devouring his hole and roughly kneading his cheeks, already trying to force the tip of his tongue inside.
Goldie quickly surmised that Day was not the sort of hunter that played with his food for very long before going in for the kill. As wound up as Goldie was, he didn’t mind. He just wanted to go, go, go, faster and faster, and he was glad Day was on the same page as he was.
Day was moving his thumbs closer inward to rub around Goldie’s asshole as he ate him out, and Goldie gasped when one suddenly pushed in. He was surprised how easily it slid inside his spit slick hole, the resistance miniscule and the new pressure sweet.
“Yes,” Goldie murmured. “God, yes.”
Day replied by thrusting his thumb in deeper, making room for his tongue to tease just inside the rim of Goldie’s hole. He reached between Goldie’s legs to grab ahold of his balls, squeezing them tight and pulling.
Goldie jerked at the unexpected tension, and he grabbed the lower rung of the headboard so he’d have something to hang on to. “F-fuck… mmm.Mmm.” Day’s hold teetered on painful, and Goldie whimpered from the surge of adrenaline crashing over him knowing what those two hands were capable of.
Pain, death, pleasure, murder.
And he wanted Goldie.
This exquisite, dangerous creature wantedhim—a broken old wrestler who had always been too afraid of change to do a damn thing about how miserable he was until now.
Day’s thumb continued to slam into Goldie’s hole, and his tongue was now thrusting inside too. He smothered his face right between Goldie’s cheeks, growling low as he tugged on Goldie’s balls again.
“Ah,yes!” Goldie hissed at the sharp zing of sensation, and he squeezed the headboard rung tighter. His cock was trapped between his stomach and the bed, and he pressed his hips forward to gain some much needed friction to counter the intense feeling.
What he got was another tug, much crueler than the others, and Day didn’t release him.
“Ah, oh, fuck. Mmm, fuck.” Goldie shoved his face into the pillows, his body caught between the throbbing pressure of Day’s tight grip and the slippery penetration of Day’s tongue and thumb rubbing inside of him. He knew this had become a punishment now, and it was terribly unfair since he didn’t know what the rules were. He didn’t know how to be good if Day didn’t tell him, and he whimpered, gasping, “I’m sorry.”
Day relaxed his hold, and his touch turned tender. He massaged Goldie’s balls to ease the ache, though with one final squeeze as if to remind Goldie not to dare disobey him again. He finally lifted his head up from his meal, noisily licking his lips. “God said to bring the lampstand, also for the light and its utensils, and its lamps, and the oil for the light.”
“Huh?” Goldie didn’t have a clue what Day was asking for, and he was lost somewhere clenching his soft hole around Day’s thumb.
“Theoil.”
