- Black Gold 2 - Double Black (25 page)

The sweet smile was back, but there was something wicked in it again, reassuringly Jettish. He stole a kiss and tightened his arms around Goldie. Then he threw his weight to one side, twisted, and rolled Goldie onto the bed beneath him. Jett climbed atop him and looked down into his eyes, then kissed him again.

Jett touched the string wound around Goldie’s finger. “Do you know what a string ’round the finger meant when I was a kid back home? Was a reminder. ‘Tie a string around your finger so you don’t forget, Jethro,’ my mama used to say. That string’s there to remind you that I’m yours, and you’re mine. That’s safe like nothing else could be.”

Goldie relaxed against the bed and slid his hands over Jett’s chest, feeling the familiar ridges of scars and the jut of bone. “Sometimes I have to move forward with my heart because my head gets in the way. I think everyone has that to an extent. I’ve just given them both names.”

He stroked Jett’s cock. “You have all of me, Jett. There be dragons, but I’m not holding back from you. I’m growing into you, discovering things about myself that I’ll never know unless you help me uncover them.”

“Just let me be your fantasy, like you’re mine, and tell me what to call you.” Jett watched Goldie’s hand on his shaft. His lips parted, not to speak, but to pant as his hips shifted in time. Then Jett focused his intent stare on Goldie’s face. His hips didn’t stop moving. “You liked it when I called you master. You liked the other day, on the patio table, me fucking myself on my fingers for you. You like me begging too, don’t you?”

Jett kissed Goldie, then lifted his head just a few inches so their faces were hidden behind the veil of his hair. “Did you like those old concert videos of me in a dog collar and leather cuffs? My whole image is a short step to the right of bondage porn. It’s like I was begging you to do this to me before we even met, isn’t it? Like I was just waiting for someone to belong to. I’m everything you think I am. I want everything you think I do. Explore me.”

Goldie blushed. He rewet his fingers with the lube and massaged Jett’s opening. “I do love fetishizing you, but I love you begging, because then I really know that you need me. I know it’s hard to see me as being that insecure, but sometimes I am. Sometimes I want to chain you to me physically so I know you can’t leave. Do you really think you’ve been waiting for someone to hook their leash to your collar?”

“Not someone. You.” Jett whispered it like a secret. “When I was too wild, it scared you, but you didn’t want to change me. Maybe a leash is the humane solution. You know I’d never heel for anybody but you.”

Jett kissed Goldie hard, devouring his mouth as his hole flexed at Goldie’s touches, like he was inviting invasion from both ends.
Goldie didn’t invade so much as melt into him to explore every part of him like water bends and contorts, filling all places.

He rolled them over and settled between Jett’s open legs. Jett was his, only his, would only ever be his. Where Jett would claim Goldie with a ring, Goldie pictured a collar with a tether, something he could hold on to.

Jett lifted his hips and chased the pressure of Goldie’s cock, squirming and gasping in frustration.

“Please.” As Goldie’s tip almost breached him, Jett wrapped his arms around Goldie’s neck, mouth open as he strained upward. “I need you. Please. Fuck me like you own me. Take what’s yours.”

Jett’s begging intensified Goldie’s need to complete this process, to come with him, inside of him, through him. With this, he wanted to bind them together. Jett wanted Goldie, needed him. And Goldie needed Jett. It wasn’t just an exchange of power; it was the only way for them to get closer.

Connected to Jett, Goldie felt safe. So he gave it to Jett, loving the groans of pleasure as Goldie moved with him, pushing deeper until Jett couldn’t take it.
Hissing through his teeth, Jett raked his nails down Goldie’s back. His heels drummed against the bed like he was too full to bear it, then dug in for leverage as Jett let out a guttural wail and drove himself onto Goldie’s cock.
Jett clutched Goldie and rutted against his belly, begging in broken syllables for more. The words made no sense, but the way Jett uttered them meant everything. There was no coy self-awareness. He wasn’t playing.
The way Jett clung and the hungry kisses he strained to claim between gasps bespoke intimacy like Goldie’d never experienced. For the first time, he knew there was no way Jett would tell him no. Jett needed this enough to do anything for it. It was like watching him succumb to a consuming addiction.

This was what Goldie wanted, to be part of Jett, to slide slowly, deeply into him, for his body to make space.
“Want every part of you, Jett.” Even as Jett twisted his hips to get more, Goldie canted his hips back and smiled.
Jett made a little noise of protest. His eyes had been closed in needy bliss, but they opened now and searched Goldie’s. Seeming to realize what Goldie wanted, Jett relaxed into the pillows, stretched out his arms to grip the headboard like he’d been chained to it, and settled deeper into the bed. His silky black hair spread across the pale bed linens to frame his handsome face.
In spite of Jett’s dangerous expression, all he did was wrap his legs around Goldie’s waist and whisper seductively, “Please, master. I’m all yours. Need you to use me, come inside me, mark me. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll make it so good, master. Please.”

On some level, their relationship had been built on pillow talk. Perhaps that was why words affected Goldie so much. He kissed the side of Jett’s face, still teasing him with the tip. “I’m going to mark you with my cum, and I’m going to leave it in you. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

Jett dropped the attempt at sexiness and fell again on raw need. He grabbed Goldie, trying to pull him closer as Jett writhed under him and made anguished noises. “Please? I said please! Goddamn it. Fucking get inside me.
Please
.”

The last please seemed torn from Jett’s throat. He stared up at Goldie with his eyes gleaming, waiting.

That was enough to satisfy Goldie for now. They had the rest of their lives to work on Jett’s begging technique. He inched inside, letting Jett get used to the size. Jett’s eyes widened, and his cheeks bloomed with red. Then Goldie began to build a rhythm, shifting his strokes to elicit the loudest moans from Jett.

“You need this, don’t you? I’m the only one who can give this to you.”

Jett nodded and locked his legs behind Goldie’s ass, clinging so that when Goldie drew back, Jett’s lower body lifted. The rest of Jett followed like a rag doll, the smile on his closed-eyed face as enigmatic as one sewn of red yarn. His hair tangled around his head as he was jostled, hard cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. He stretched his tattooed arms across the bed and curled his fingers into fists to grasp at the sheets.

“Say it.” Goldie interrupted his rhythmic thrusting to push deep inside Jett and hold there until Jett responded.
Jett whined in the most uncharacteristic way and opened his eyes to stare at Goldie. Even now there was a hint of that combative nature in Jett’s expression, but he squeezed around Goldie.
“I need it, but only from you.” His tongue lashed his lips. “I want to feel like I’m yours.”
“I want to feel that too.” Goldie kissed him and nuzzled his face. He smiled down at Jett, taking in his adoring expression as he fucked him with steady strokes.
Jett really was so beautiful, even more so when he was lost in bliss. Balancing on one arm, Goldie reached between them and pulled Jett with each thrust. “I want you to come for me, but only when I say you may. Do you understand?”
“I understand.” Jett tightened around Goldie and bucked into his grip. He shuddered and let out a broken moan, then looked at where their bodies merged. Seeming overwhelmed, Jett flopped against the pillows and gave another needy shimmy to get Goldie deeper inside him. “Sure as fuck better marry me after all this obedience.”

“You know marriage is to love, honor, and
obey
.” Goldie gave Jett’s ass a swat for impertinence. Then Goldie moved faster, gaining in speed and intensity. He was so close.

Biting his lip, Goldie gave in to the pleasure and came inside Jett. He squeezed the base of Jett’s cock—not hard enough to wilt, but enough to remind Jett that he didn’t have permission to join him.

Jett wailed, a full-throated, frustrated sound of outraged hopes. His ass clenched and rippled around Goldie’s erection, milking him dry as if somehow it would give Jett enough stimulation to come too. With Goldie’s fingers tight around his base, there was no way, and Jett let out another helpless noise, almost a sob. Then he dug his heels into Goldie’s lower back, twisted and bucked, and cursed with dramatic flourish, a string of fucks and goddamns and “You heartless, evil, sexy, sexy bastard!”

Finally, he gave up and subsided against the bed with his cock drizzling precum over Goldie’s hand and Goldie’s own spunk dripping hot and slippery out of his stretched asshole.

“You said you wanted to know all of me. You should know I can be kind of a sadist.” Goldie raised a brow. It wasn’t true. Not really. At least, as far as Goldie knew. But he did feel very powerful at the moment, and he loved having Jett at his mercy.

Goldie rolled off him but continued to play with Jett’s cock, smoothing the precum over it without urgency. Then he fished in the nightstand for something he’d bought but never used.

A buttplug.

He held it in front of Jett’s face. “Roll over.”
“Where did that come from?” Jett stared at Goldie with accusation in his wide, startled eyes. He pointed at the drawer from which Goldie had retrieved the plug. “Was that just in there? Why did you have that?”
Jett seemed prepared to freak out, but then, without warning, shut his mouth so hard his teeth clicked and rolled onto his stomach. Goldie could just make out his muttered, “…cannot believe I’m fucking doing this.”
“I got it to play with. And now I’m going to.” It had sat unused for weeks in the drawer. He couldn’t explain why he’d bought it. Maybe it was out of fear that he might be alone and back to jerking off soon or to see if something kinky enough would make Jett want to stay home to play.

At the time, it hadn’t occurred to him that he’d use it on Jett.
Goldie didn’t show his alarm, but he was nervous. He didn’t want to do anything truly bad, but the fact Jett was going along with it in spite of reservations gave Goldie a thrill.
He lubed the plug. It definitely wasn’t for beginners. Jett’s hole was still wet and relaxed enough to gape a little. Goldie slowly worked the probe inside him, fucking him with it until it was seated to the broad base. Then he switched on the vibrator.
“Don’t come.”

The flush on Jett’s face and ears crept lower, down his neck, over his shoulders, down his chest and back.
He was honest to God blushing.

Jett grabbed a pillow and hid his face in it, then folded his arms over the back of his head like an earthquake drill. As Goldie touched the humming tip of the plug to that spot inside him, Jett’s spine flexed and his muscles trembled. He thought he heard a muffled, very un-Jett-like yelp as the plug rubbed inside Jett just so, but instead of pulling away, Jett drew his legs under him and spread his thighs wide, making it easier for Goldie to maneuver the toy.

Goldie teased him for a few minutes, loving the way Jett squirmed and the noises he made. Goldie pushed Jett’s legs wider, then lay on the bed and moved between them until his lips could reach that hard cock.

Holding it steady, Goldie licked the wet tip and sucked it slowly. Sweat poured off Jett as he tried to control himself.

 

“Beg, Jethro. Tell me why I should let you come in my mouth.”

Goldie felt Jett’s internal struggle in the sudden tautness of his posture, the irritated intake of breath. Even playing a game, Jett was hardwired to rebel. A year ago, a month, even yesterday, Jett probably would have. Now, he just inhaled deeply and then let out the breath, his body relaxing as he did.

“Please. Just, please.” Jett’s voice was always a little gravelly, but now it sounded like someone had sandpapered his vocal cords. His hips flexed as helplessly as if he were bound instead of just submitting. As Jett fought to obey, he shivered hard. “Because I’m yours. Because you love me.”

He hesitated, then added petulantly, “Because I’ve been good.”

Goldie rolled his thumb over the tip of Jett’s cock, dragging the moment out like he was weighing Jett’s goodness. He kissed the slit and then said, “You’ve been very, very good. You may come.”

Jett said something that sounded like, “Thank you,” through clenched teeth before his cock drove against Goldie’s lips, still closed from the kiss. The contact set off a chain reaction. Jett gasped, his ligaments contracted, and his skin prickled with goose bumps. Then he came convulsively, painting Goldie’s skin with spunk.

Goldie closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and blindly licked Jett’s cock whenever it was close enough. When the deluge stopped, Goldie reached behind Jett and turned off the vibrator without removing it.

“You’ve gotten your spunk all over my face. You need to clean that up, Jethro.”

Jett made a halfhearted, argumentative noise but flopped onto the bed, shifted down until they were level, and reached for Goldie’s face. Jett pressed his thumb under Goldie’s chin. His calloused fingers extended along the underside of his jaw toward his ear. Jett licked upward from the corner of Goldie’s mouth, chasing the smears of cum with his tongue and leaving Goldie’s face clean and cooling in the faint, iris-scented breeze coming from the patio.

Goldie opened his eyes. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” He stroked the side of Jett’s face. “Did you enjoy that? Turn over.”

Rolling onto his stomach, Jett looked overwhelmed but peaceful. His cheek rested on the sheets, eyes watchful.
Jett brushed his fingertips over Goldie’s ring. Then he kissed it. “That was…intense.”

“You’re mine. Just as I’m yours.” Goldie reached back, gently twisted the plug, and pulled it out. He was as careful as he could be, not wanting to hurt Jett. After setting it aside, Goldie lay next to him and drew patterns on his back. “Thank you. I mean, even if you were just humoring me, it meant a lot.”

Goldie’s eyes filled with unexpected tears, and he blinked them away. He wasn’t sure what made him so emotional and grateful about the experience, but he felt more intensely a part of Jett than ever before. Like they were growing into each other rather than in parallel.