Page 73 of Golden

I open my mouth to remind him what he should be doing, but I don’t need to. On my second stroke, he reaches round and circles his hole, barely waiting before pushing in with his finger.

“Good boy.” The words fall from my lips without warning, but Sol responds with a small moan that has my dick twitching in my hand.

I let go of my own cock, lost in the sight of Sol’s finger sinking inside him as I slowly work his dick. His head is thrown back, his lips parted, and I find myself wishing for more hands so I could touch him everywhere all at once.

Another soft groan slips from his lips and I look down in time to find him adding a second finger. I slide my free hand down his thigh, spreading him wider. “Look at you,” I murmur. “Such a good boy, getting yourself ready for my dick. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

Sol writhes, the pace of his fingers faster than the slow, steady strokes I’m using on his rock-hard cock. His skin is flushed, a slight sheen forming on his smooth chest, and I’m mesmerized, wanting to look, touch and taste everywhere and everything at once. Sol is a gourmet buffet, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

“Wes.” He says my name like a prayer, and when he spreads himself wider and eases a third finger inside, I snap.

“Fuck. Sol.” He opens his eyes, staring at me through a half-lidded haze, and I crawl up the bed and kiss him hard. “You get a fucking ‘A’.”

He’s trembling beneath me, still fucking himself onto his fingers and I reach down and take his hands, pinning them above his head.

“Wes,” he breathes, his hips arching, searching. “Please?”

It takes self-control I didn’t know I possessed to hold myself up over him and deny him for a little longer. I grip his hips between my knees, halting his squirms. Leaning down, I nip the sensitive skin of his neck before tugging at the lobe of his ear. “What do you want, Sol?”

“You,” he says, the word little more than a groan.

I press a kiss to his lips, and he opens for me immediately, but I only deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away. “What do you want me to do, Sol?”

His eyes are closed and he’s all but panting beneath me. But then, his lashes flutter, and he looks up at me with an expression that steals the breath from my lungs. “I want you to fuck me, Wes. I want you to own me. Wreck me.”

Sol’s words are a deep, rasped, rumble that carve themselves onto my soul. I didn’t think it was possible to want someone this much, to the point where I might actually drop dead if I don’t get to have them.

I drop my forehead to his, trying to pull myself together. If he wants me to take control, I’m more than happy to take the reins. But doing so might kill me.

Climbing off him, I tug him up and move the pillow out of the way. I’ve had a lot of time to think of all the ways I want to take Sol, but as much as he wants me to take control, I need him to keep a little, at least to start with. I sit back against the headboard and pat my thighs in invitation.

Sol wastes no time in straddling my lap and I reach for my wallet to get a condom.

“Do we need it?” Sol asks, wrapping his hand around my cock and pulling a groan from me as he starts stroking.

I want to say yes, but I haven’t had sex with anyone this year. Other than the blowjob from that guy in the club, I haven’t so much as thought of another man since bumping into Sol at the opening party in September.Fuck.

“We’re both tested for the teams, right?” Sol says, his words breathy as he rises onto his knees and guides the tip of my dick between his firm cheeks.

My head thumps back against the wooden headboard and I try to think of a reason but fail. He looks so perfect poised over me, his muscles tensed and gleaming with perspiration, he could ask me to chop off my balls and serve them to him right now and I’d probably do it. “Are you sure?”

He nods and I grab another packet of lube instead, tearing it open and coating my cock.

“Take it slow,” I say, wiping my hand on the sheet before reaching up and pulling his mouth to mine. “There’s no rush.”

I keep kissing him, stroking his tongue with mine as he starts to sink down. His hands grip my shoulders, fingers digging in as the head of my cock breaches his tight hole, and when he stills, panting against my mouth, I reach out and take his dick in my hand.

“That’s it,” I say in between soft kisses. “Relax. You’re doing so good.”

He sucks in a breath, his body trembling, then sinks down a little further, his body relaxing to let me in. It takes every ounce of concentration to sit there and not move as his tight heat grips my cock like a vise.

“Good boy,” I murmur, stroking my free hand up and down his spine as I continue to slowly work his cock. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

He nods, his damp forehead rubbing against mine as he sinks lower. He’s impossibly tight, and I try to recall the PRs for every member of the swim team to stop myself from blowing my load before we’ve even started. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, and the feel of his tight heat around my dick is fucking incredible.

A small gasp leaves Sol’s lips as his hips fall flush with mine. Fully seated inside him, I reach up and push his hair back from his face, pressing kisses to his jaw.

“You did so good,” I say softly. “Look at you taking my cock like a good boy.”

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