I brought my knees against my chest, and he pressed down on them to get closer to me, and everything ached in the best way possible. My hole stretched around his dick. My body was twisted for pleasure. I craved more, especially the combination of agony and desire. Two peas in one fucked-up pod.
He didn’t leave me waiting for long and finally began to thrust. In and out. In and fucking out. His dick drove into me with long, deep strokes. Not fast, but not slow, either. It was the kind of pace that had me seeing stars. His mouth found mine and he fused our lips together.
I curled my arms around his neck and hauled him as close as I could get him. He was warm and heavy and felt perfect on top of me. My dick dragged between our abs, the friction squeezing out precum from my slit. I clenched my eyes shut, getting lost in the moment of our bodies moving together, his length hammering into me both gently and hard at the same time. He was right. This wasn’t fucking, hewasmaking love to me, and it swept up my mind in a tornado of thoughts I pushed to the side. Later. I could think about it all at a different time.
We moved as one and the sensations set my nerves on fire. I couldn’t last much longer, and all it took was one stroke directly against my prostate and it wasover. My dick jerked between us, splashing our abs and chests with cum. I shook so roughly through my orgasm that my teeth rattled.
Zayn froze above me, groaning as he dropped his face into my neck. “Right there, boy. Damn. You feel so good.”
I laughed quietly, stroking my fingers down his spine as he came. Part of me wished I could feel his cum deep in my hole, but I knew better. Maybe we could get tested together. I got tested when I was able, and I got the new PrEP shot, but it was time to get tested again.
I didn’t ask him, though. Fuck that. Mom always said that sometimes it was best to keep things to ourselves, and I refused to embarrass myself. Even if he said we were more than a fuck, I didn’t quite believe him yet.
“You all right, Daddy?” I breezed my finger over the nubs of his spine as he melted bonelessly on top of me.
He chuckled. “You wrung me dry, boy. There isn’t any cum left in my balls.”
I smirked, a little—okay, a lot—proud of myself. “Well, maybe that’s theboy’sjob. Make sure his Daddy’s got no jizz left in his nuts.”
He hummed in agreement and pushed himself up on his elbows to look at me. “You did a good job of that.” His lips caressed mine. “Now. You’re going to tell me everything that happened today while we clean up. And then we’re going to make sure Ginny and Bernadette haven’t destroyed their new room.”
I groaned but didn’t argue. How could I? After fucking me into the mattress, I would’ve jumped off a cliff if he asked me to. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
14
ZAYN
“Are you sure this is it?” Keaton glanced down at the glittering white marble tiles swirled with gold we were walking across to reach the reception desk. Someone had buffed this floor until it was almost difficult to look down with the sunshine blasting through the glass front doors. In the middle of the lobby there was a burbling fountain made of clear glass displaying gold pebbles and goldfish swimming around in the base.Gold Mind and Body Spawas painted on the side in flashy gilded script.
There was a real theme here. I rolled my eyes.
The place had taken forever to reach. It was out in the boonies past the south side of the city, and I was a bit surprised by what we’d found—but not completely. Some of the most dewy-eyed people sold drugs.
I’d seen it all by this point.
“Zayn, are you sure we’re in the right spot?” Keaton’s tone had an edge to it.
“Yeah.” I slapped his shoulder. “The phone number you have is associated with the spa. Come on.” I picked up the pace to the desk.
Keaton kept close at my side as we made our way toward a woman with two braids, one red and one pink, who’d slouched down in a giant white leather chair behind the desk. She mindlessly scrolled on her phone and didn’t look up until I cleared my throat. She nearly jumped out of her skin and smoothed down the lines of her flowy white sundress.
“Welcome to a golden experience,” she chirped, tossing down her phone.
“Can we see Goldie, please?” I smiled. It never hurt to start out polite.
Keaton gripped the edge of the desk until the wood creaked, and the woman’s eyes widened a fraction.
“Mr. Gold is currently leading a meditation session in the Sun Room, but I can put you in the Moon Room and bring you some calming tea. How does that sound?” Her breathy laugh was so nervous I glanced around, but her gaze was glued on Keaton’s hands. The knuckles were white. I grabbed his elbow so he would stop torturing the furniture.
“Love that plan for us,” I said with a smile.
“Super!” She hopped to her feet and flashed a nervous grin. She gestured for us to follow her, which left us with no choice.
The Moon Room had a reflecting pool in the center surrounded by marble benches. We took a seat, and she hurried off, her shoes slapping softly against the floor.
“Being a drug dealer pays good.” He glowered around and kicked his feet, which made a high-pitched noise and left a black scuff on the overdone floor.
