Day’s hips stuttered, and he nearly collapsed right on top of Goldie’s chest. He managed to catch himself on a lower rung of the headboard, pushing his cock in deep and holding there as the last pulse left him. “Oh, myangel.” He beamed, flushed and grinning like a lovesick fool. “How I adore you.”
Goldie twirled his fingers through Day’s curls, and he pulled him down for a sweet kiss. He circled his hips on Day’s cock, enjoying the wet, slick feeling of his body trying to swallow Day up even as his load dripped out. “You’ve fuckin’ ruined me, baby.”
“Good.” Day’s eyes flickered with a surge of heat, and Goldie wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to go again. “This is how you should always be. Ruined by my cock and full of my seed.”
“Yeah.” Goldie’s dick was getting hard, and the earlier lack of urgency was now being consumed with the fervent need to come. “Please. I need you, baby. I need to bust or I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”
Day glanced over Goldie’s lips, and he smiled. “Only because you took your punishment so well.” He kissed him once more before descending his body, leaving hot kisses in his wake until his mouth found Goldie’s cock. He grabbed the base of it and sucked on the slick head, and his fingers found their way back to Goldie’s stretched hole.
“Oh, G-God. Yes. Suck me.” Goldie’s eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, ready to blow at any second in response to the wet heat enveloping his dick. “Yes, baby. Just keep sucking me.”
Day sucked him deep into his throat, soon letting go with his hand because he already had every inch stuffed in his mouth, He bobbed his head quickly, and he was doing something with Goldie’s hole—oh,fuck, it was the pickle again.
Goldie moaned helplessly as the pickle statue breached him once more. He rocked his hips up and down, thrusting into Day’s mouth as he slammed down on the statue, the flashes of pain adding to the sweet pleasure of Day’s tongue. He groaned and clenched his teeth, his pulse rising to a roar until it was thundering in his ears and whiting out everything else except the statue fucking him and Day’s perfectly sinful mouth.
His pleasure was rising, about to bubble right over, and his entire body spasmed as he finally slipped over the precipice of ecstasy and came hard enough to make fireworks explode before his very eyes. “Day! Oh, f-fuck!”
It felt as if his very soul was being sucked down Day’s eager throat, and the fall from such a climax made his eyes tear up. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even utter a single word, and he twitched down to his toes as Day swallowed every drop of his come. He was shaking, heat flashing over his skin and prickling up each pore, and he gave one last thrust before his body gave out.
Day eased out the statue as he pulled off Goldie’s cock. He bowed his head to nuzzle and kiss Goldie’s hip, slowly making his way back up his body to claim a kiss from his lips.
Goldie numbly moved his mouth to kiss back, too drained to give much at the moment. “Oh, Day. Fuck. That… that was….” His brain hadn’t returned to a high enough functioning state to finish that sentence, so he kissed Day again, trying to summon more passion into it and express what the experience had meant to him.
Day didn’t seem to mind, and he smiled. “You were amazing, my darling angel. Rest now. Let me take care of you.”
With all the same affection and reverence as before, Day cleaned Goldie and tidied away any mess from their intense coupling—the pickle had a new spot on top of the dresser. Goldie didn’t mind as the award had a new meaning now. Having to work so hard for his climax made it a victory he’d not soon forget, and his muscles were still thrumming from their pleasurable exertion.
Wow.
Just when Goldie thought he’d reached the apex of his sexual exploration, Day came crashing into his life and blew him away over and over again with his firm dominance and passionate touches. Goldie couldn’t get enough of it—especially the aftercare, these quiet moments when Day doted on him that were arguably somehow more intimate than the sex itself.
Day had left briefly, returning now with a cup of water and a pain pill. “Here, angel.”
“Thank you.” Goldie grinned as Day fed him the pill and brought the water to his lips. He took a small sip. “Mm, you really are spoiling me.”
“Yes.” Day grinned. “Now roll over so I may continue.”
“Happy to oblige.”
Day rubbed Goldie’s back and hips in an adoring massage that was sure to send him off into a deep sleep. “You were so perfect for me,” he murmured. “You were absolutely perfect. Oh, how I adore you. Every part of your body is a masterpiece, from the curve of your smile to every whisper of your lips and the sweet songs you sing beneath me… You are mine. Always.”
Goldie smiled at the praise, mumbling sleepily in reply, “Yours, baby. Mmm. You’re amazing. Fuck, the things you do to me…” He stretched his legs with a groan. “I think you broke me.”
“Broke you?” Day tensed. “Angel, are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“No, no. I’m fine.” Goldie chuckled. “Just a touch of hyperbole. Sorry.”
“I believe there is a cream for that.”
“No.” Goldie laughed. “Hyperbole is—”
“Angel,” Day teased, “I know what hyperbole is.”
“Oh. You were joking. Shit, I’m sleepy.”
“Rest now,” Day urged, resuming his massage. “Sleep sweetly, my angel.”
“Good night, baby.”
