Page 24 of Gold Rush
Finally, he took his fingers from Dean and held him down forcefully. “Stay still!”
“I can’t! Do you fathom how intense that feels?”
“Wait for it, and you’ll feel intense,” he growled, then moved between his legs, lining up his dick to Dean’s sweet hole. Kissing him, holding him, he slid his cock into Dean’s entrance and stopped as Dean whined into Goldie’s mouth.
Pushing a little deeper, Goldie stopped the kiss to take a much-needed lungful of air and Dean took advantage of it to holler, “That thing is so fucking big! Goldie, fuck!”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Challenge accepted,” he said, then kissed him, and wrapped his arms around Goldie’s neck, holding on for dear life as Goldie pushed deeper.
Pretty soon, he was growling, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” against Goldie’s lips, and the surrounding wilderness had never heard the cries that came from the small man. In fact, all the birds left the trees, and Goldie was spurred to move the rest of the way inside him, one hard thrust…
Chapter Seven
“More!More,”hescreamedas Goldie pounded him, nowhere near as hard as he could, but he didn’t want to break the little man.
Goldie slowed his thrusts and kissed him deeply, then kissed over his jaw and neck as he sped again, keeping the man on his toes. He’d have welts and scratches all over his back with the way Dean was clawing at him.
He didn’t care a bit.
Getting Dean on his knees and elbows, Dean cried, “No way, you’re gonna go deeper?”
“You’ve been begging me for more. You’re gonna get more.”
Head hanging between his shoulders, Dean’s whole body tensed for Goldie to reenter him, and when he did, going slowly and carefully, Dean lifted his head and turned it, glaring.
“Make up your mind,” Goldie said with a hard slap to one of his little globes, and then he went for broke, grabbing his hips and riding him like he was riding to bags of gold lying just over the horizon.
Dean hummed a long chorus of sounds that made Goldie’s hips stutter a few times when he had to stop himself from laughing. Dean’s sounds were equally hot and hilarious. All it did, however, was to make him realize Dean gave him a great amount of joy in a world so crazily joyless a lot of the time.
When he pumped the last few times as he came, Dean was face down on the blanket, blubbering after his own orgasm. Goldie pulled out of him and laughed and gave him another slap on the ass.
Lying down next to him, Dean was dazed. “You okay? Did I kill you?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed. “My spirit has left the building, and it’s floating up into the sky.”
“Well, you look pretty good for a dead guy. Want help to your feet?”
“I have feet? I thought you fucked off the bottom half of me.”
Goldie pulled over the giggling mess and held him close. “Sorry if I got carried away.”
“Shh. None of that. I loved it. Best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Well, good. I hope to please.”
Dean left a line of little kisses along Goldie’s jaw. “It really was great. Does this mean you’re coming back to stay in your room with me?”
Goldie wanted to say he would, but he couldn’t. Not quite yet. “I…I don’t want to go too slowly, but we shouldn’t rush either. I want this to be real, I mean, if you do.”
“I do. I like my knight in shining armor, who saved my life.”
“Am I?”
Dean nodded into his neck as he snuggled closer. “You are.”
He felt good there, in Goldie’s arms, with the wind blowing over their bare skin. “Dean, if we…if we want this to become something more, I am going to try really hard to make it work. I can’t try alone.”
