Page 23 of Gold Rush
Goldie stroked him a few more times, then moved over him, getting his face closer and closer to Dean’s. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You are too. Like…like a lot.”
Goldie’s lips pressed against his, kissing him fervently, tongue slipping between his lips, sweeping into Dean’s mouth whileDean’s hands gripped Goldie’s biceps. So, he decided not to wait to make love to the guy, but that didn’t mean the sex itself had to be fast.
Lying beside Dean’s stretched out body, running his fingers down Dean’s chest and stomach, he watched the man turning his head, those eyes meeting his, and he felt the way it made his chest warm. The way it made him feel better than he maybe ever had.
“We’re kind of exposed out here. What if someone comes?”
“Then we’ll run through the woods again, only we’ll be naked.”
Dean smiled, and it made his nose crinkle. “Okay.”
“And I’ll catch you all over again, only this time, we won’t have this nice soft blanket to do it on.”
“Not sure whether I want someone to show up or not now.”
Damn, the man was sexy, and the first moment he’d seen him in that alley, Goldie knew he wanted him. He brought back good memories, which few people in the world could do for him. It touched him where he thought he’d turned to stone.
Caressing his handsome face, Goldie whispered, “It’s this, if and until then. Me just…appreciating every second with you.”
Dean turned to face him, cupping his cheek. “Goldie, why do you like me?”
“If it took a month, I couldn’t explain it all. There aresomany reasons.”
“Just give me one.”
His voice was so small, like he needed to hear something good about himself. The course of his life had taken him to the very edge of all stations. He was so strong and resilient, but those weren’t what he needed to know about himself.
“I see you. The real you. The one that isn’t the poor little rich boy, or the tough street guy. The one that’s in between all the things you’ve been and all you might become. I see a loving,good, sweet man who can love, and be loved and be the better for it.”
A tear escaped his eye and rolled over the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Goldie.”
“Don’t thank me for pointing out the truth. Just be sure to live that truth. Know someone sees you, out of the billions, one sees. And more will if you let them.”
Dean pulled him over for a kiss, then pulled more until Goldie was on top of him, settled in while his forearms took his weight while they kissed slowly, deeply, like each second was something they’d been waiting for all their lives.
“It was, for him at least. That kiss, that…touch. Someone who wanted him for more than his looks and his body. Someone saw him too, and it wasn’t a doubt that Dean saw him.
Dean managed to unbutton Goldie’s jeans, and Goldie himself pushed them over his hips. That’s as far as he got before Dean’s hand was down his briefs and stroking him. “You’re a big guy,” he said, laughing nervously. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“I’m not that big.”
“Um, yeah. You really are. I have long fingers, and they can’t touch wrapped around the thing. Thick and long, and you’re definitely gonna kill me, but what a way to go.”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’ll try not to kill you, but I can’t promise anything.”
After kissing for another ten minutes at least, Goldie finally got a condom on his dick, with Dean’s comments making him laugh. “Magnums. Yeah, you’re notbig.Noo!”
“Shut up or I’ll shove it in fast and split you into pieces.”
“Like I said. What a way to go.”
Goldie fingered his hole, stretching him before he tried to push his dick inside. And while he was doing it, Dean keened and clawed at him. “Fingers bigger than most dicks! What the hell?”
Goldie kissed him to shut him up and fingered deeper, scissoring his fingers to spread out the anus and get a good stretch.
Writhing around, Dean could squirm, and Goldie had to keep a good hold on him to keep him still enough for him to get his fingers moving.
