Page 54 of Worse Fates
Jolting upright, he cries, “Bloody hell!” And throws the pillow he was hugging at me. “Dude, what is with you watching me in the fucking dark.”
Smirking, I stand and stroll towards him.
“Apologies, love.” I stop at the foot of the bed. “But after yesterday, how could I ever leave your side?”
His dusty rose cheeks cause my semi-hard cock to twitch uncomfortably against my zip. Golden’s hazel gaze dips down my body until he reaches my bulge, his eyes going impossibly wide and shooting away, suddenly finding the wall behind me very interesting.
“Did you sleep well after cumming all over yourself?” And use my finger on his jaw to make him look at me again.
His brown skin becomes the sweetest shade of blood red. “Dude, urgh…” He slaps a hand over his face, hiding. “You’re trying to embarrass me.”
“I am.” Chuckling darkly, I climb onto the bed on my knees and reach for his ankle.
“Lucero?” he breathes, eyes snapping to mine.
“Yes, Golden?” I tease back.
Then, as slowly as I licked up his cock, I pull him towards me. Chest heaving, Golden glides across my sheets, his thin t-shirt sliding up to expose the expanse of his flat stomach. Curls framing his oval face, like I’d discovered this beautiful man in a pile of black rose petals. When his spread legs press flush against me, I wrap his thighs around my waist.
Gazing half-hooded, my mouth waters at the feast laid before me.
“I’m starting to think you're evil,” he pants.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
My palms drift from his legs to up his inner thighs, stroking my way across his torso and making sure to roll his pebbling nipples through his top. When he’s suitably panting, I continue my journey up to his trembling shoulders. Running my nails down his arms, goosebumps rise in their wake as I reach his twitching fingers. I kiss every digit, before pinning them above his head on the mattress.
“You have no idea.”
I take both his wrists in one hand. Golden tugs—testing my hold—when he finds no escape, a shivering whimper leaves his rising chest. “Lucero.”
My mouth trails along his jaw, until I can run my tongue around the shell of his ear. “Would you like to see your bite?” I breathe.
His hips buck. “Yes…”
Sinking blunt teeth into his earlope, I ask, voice low, “Is that how you ask for things you want, beautiful?”
Golden is flushed below me, breathless and shuddering, and through his raven black eyelashes, my mate whispers, “Yes please, Lucero.”
I take his mouth in an electrifying kiss, my cock pulsing so hard I could climax from this alone. He kisses me back and if I wasn’t already on my knees, this would send me—he has little skill and all desire. It's beautiful.
Reluctantly, I release his wrists. However, when his hands stay where I placed them, a rush of pure possessiveness causes my fangs to slide out without conscious thought.
A sudden, overpowering wave of need to spread Golden’s legs, and sink my cock deep within his body, crashes into me with a force that could topple cathedrals.
However, as much fun as Golden and I are having, he remains new to the pleasures of the flesh and I will not scare him away by rushing him. Drawing myself up, I push my own wants down to focus on his.
Unzipping Golden’s jeans, I tug them down in one smooth motion, smirking as he whimpers when the cold air hits his leaking cock.
“So pretty,” I tell him.
Partly because it's an undeniable truth, but mostly to make him blush. And oh how he doesn’t disappoint—pink spreads all the way down his neck, blooming across his creamy brown skin.
Golden’s uncut cock is a lovely size, perfect for his body; slim but long, jutting from a patch of curls and his balls pulled in tight. Opening his legs, together we look at where I bit his thigh.
“It doesn’t look like the other one…” he whispers.
I look up. His dark brown irises are blown out, blissed and glassy. His cock leaking so much it spills down his length and soaks into my sheets.
