Page 59 of Golden

He leans over and kisses me, his hand moving further down my body until it wraps around my cock, stroking loosely.

“Fuck, Sol.” He groans against my skin as he tugs my earlobe between his teeth. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”

His words simultaneously make my stomach swoop and my breath freeze in my lungs. We haven’t talked about sex. Not sex, sex. I mean, I hoped we’d get there at some point, but I guess I’ve been trying not to think about it. No. That’s an outright lie. I’ve thought about it a lot. But it’s still something I’ve never tried, or even considered before Wes, and as his hard cock nudges my thigh, the idea of it filling me up both thrills and terrifies me.

“You’re thinking really loud,” Wes says, propping himself up so he can look me in the eye. His hand is still gently wrapped around my cock, stroking in a slow rhythm that’s slowly driving me crazy.

“I’m not,” I protest, trying to capture his lips with mine.

He releases me, reaching up to stroke my jaw, his fingers sliding into my hair. “Sol. Relax. I’m not going to try to fuck you tonight. Okay?”

My eyes widen as my stomach flips. “I didn’t . . . I mean . . .”

“It’s fine,” he says, stopping my stammer with a kiss. “You’re allowed to be nervous. If you want to take that step, I’m here for it. Just not tonight.”

My muscles unclench and I melt a little beneath him. “I do.”

Wes stills, pulling back again enough that I can see his face. “You do what?”

“I want you to fuck me.” I will the words to come out with confidence, but they tumble from my lips in a breathy rush.

Wes’ eyes drift shut for a brief second and he rolls his hips against me, his cock pressing into my thigh. “I want that, too.”

I reach for him, sealing my lips to his as I pull him back on top of me, and we both groan at the delicious friction of our dicks as they press together. My hands develop a life of their own, skimming and squeezing over his skin, touching everything I can reach.

“Do you trust me?” Wes asks, sliding down and pressing a kiss to my sternum.

My hands stroke up and down his shoulders as I consider the weight of his words. “Yes. I think I do.”

“You think?” he asks, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

I groan, writhing beneath him. “I’m sure. Fuck. Yes. I fucking trust you.”

Wes’ laugh is warm against my skin, and his kisses move down my stomach, closer to where I’d gladly walk on hot coals to have his mouth. But he moves to the side, sitting back on his heels and bending one of my legs, kissing down my inner thigh.

“You lied,” he says, his teeth gently clamping down on my calf muscle before licking over the spot. “Your legs are definitely something to write home about. And your knees . . .”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice that has me grinning, and when he lifts my leg higher, pressing a kiss to the back of my knee, I bark with laughter. “Fuck. That tickles!”

A wide smile spreads across Wes’ face as he swipes his tongue against the same spot and I try and sit up to push him away, but he releases my leg and drops down between my thighs, licking a stripe up my balls to the tip of my aching cock.

“Shit!” I hiss.

His hands spread my thighs wider and for a split second my breath catches at how exposed I feel, but as Wes sucks me into his mouth, taking me to the back of his throat, I decide I don’t care. A long groan leaves my chest as he works me slowly and thoroughly, his hands smoothing up and down my thighs. It feels phenomenal, and when the wet heat of his mouth disappears, I whine.

“Hush,” Wes murmurs, nuzzling where my leg meets my groin. “Just relax. Good boy.”

My breath hitches at the nearly inaudible praise. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but when he says shit like that it’s like I want to start purring. It’s not like I wasn’t loved or praised as a kid. Fuck. I suck in a breath as Wes moves down, drawing my balls into his mouth one by one, and my hand reaches for my cock.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, batting my hand away. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed. Behave for me.”

My cock twitches and my breath hitches at the idea, and Wes chuckles softly before returning his attention between my legs. I expect his mouth on my balls, so when he spreads me wider and I feel the pad of his tongue against my hole, I gasp. Panic starts to creep in my gut, but on the second swipe of his tongue, my back arches and I suck in a breath.

“Holy shit.” I grunt. “That’s—”

Wes’ tongue presses inside the tight ring of muscle, just barely, and an obscene moan leaves my throat. He was right. There’s no way we could have done this in the Den, even on the top floor. I’ve never been one for making noise during sex, but as Wes’ tongue strokes and probes, his stubble scraping my skin, I know I wouldn’t be able to stop the stream of gasps, sighs, and curses if I wanted to.

The bed shifts a little, even as Wes remains buried between my legs, and I open my eyes long enough to find him reaching for something under the bed. My heartrate spikes at the bottle of lube, but I force myself to breathe. He promised he wasn’t going to fuck me. Even so, I can’t deny there’s a sliver of disappointment there. I might not be ready yet, but I definitely want him to.

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