Page 170 of Blue Gold

“F-fuck.”

“That’s more like it.” I went back to French, while he stuck to English.

“Stop teasing,” he gasped, his fingers already in my hair.

“Teasing? That wasn’t teasing.” I blew hot air over his shaft, and he shuddered. “You see? That’s teasing.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I asked, glancing up to see him looking at me, lust lurking in his beautiful eyes.

Whenever he looked at me like this—like I was his whole world—it was hard not to give him everything, almost as hard as my cock was at the moment, pressing painfully against my fly.

Knowing what he needed, I parted my lips before wrapping them around his immense cock. He let out a strangled moan that only turned me on further, and I used my free hand to cup myself over my trousers.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he moaned, fisting my hair in his hands as I worked my lips around him. Bobbing my head up and down, I sucked on his cock, taking him as deep as I could until my nose was pressed against his pubes. He slid freely down my throat, and I relaxed my jaw, breathing through my nose as I did. His pubes rubbed my cheeks as his masculine musk surrounded me, while the bitter taste of precum filled my mouth. His groans and moans accompanied the sounds of my sucking, creating a sinful melody. With his dick weighing on my tongue, I opened my trousers and slipped my hand inside, taking my cock in my fist.

Stroking myself to the pace I sucked his dick, I glanced up to steal a peek, only to see his eyes were closed, cheeks flushed and jaw tensed. He seemed euphoric, high on me, and I adored it. He was close; I could tell from the way his muscles tensed, but wishing to tease him a bit more before I let go, I cupped his heavy sac and massaged it in my palm.

“Oh, Elliot, I’m about to come,” he cried out loud, voice deep, as he fisted my hair at its roots.

Down, boy.

I pulled back at once, my eyes immediately locked on the flushed head of his cock, painted in bright red and glistening with my spit and his precum.

My throat was still sore when Daniel grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. With his grip possessive, he took my lips, eating my mouth like a fevered beast before he moved on to kiss my cheek, neck, collarbone⁠—

I tilted my head back, eyes closed, and allowed the pleasure of his touch to simmer inside me. When I opened my eyes again, the world seemed upside down, but then an idea came to my mind, and I straightened up.

“That’s a nice window, don’t you think?” I said with a grin as I tilted my head.

Daniel’s eyes followed my action before they locked in on me.

“Remind me to let you drink more often,” he said.

I laughed, crossing my arms around his neck. “Oh, mon amour, it has nothing to do with alcohol.” I kissed him, and he accepted me with an open mouth before he grabbed my body and took me with him over to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. I wasn’t a fan of being carried, but sometimes I allowed it—now being one of those times.

Without a second to spare, he flipped me around so I faced the glass as he began to strip me out of my clothes. Not being gentle, he practically ripped them off my body, leaving me naked so any of our soon-to-be ex-neighbors could see.

Glancing at him over my shoulder, I arched my back, pushing my ass against him. He huffed, smoothing his hand over my skin before he spit on it and brought his slick fingers to my hole.

Teasing me, he circled my rim in slow strokes before he pressed his thumb to my hole. I bit my lip, eager to feel the familiar burn once he pushed in. He didn’t fail me, quickly shoving his fingers inside my ass, using his spit to ease the friction. My breath became heavier, and I prepared myself to be taken raw when suddenly⁠—

“Where are you going?” I frowned, watching him walk away. He then bent down and picked something out of one of the boxes, making me huff a laugh. “They took our bed, but you made sure to keep lube?”

Coming back to me, he shrugged. “I only kept the necessities,” he said, flicking open the cap.

“We could have used spit, you know?” I turned my head back to face my reflection when he planted a kiss on my neck that gave me goose bumps.

“And risk getting this hurt?” he asked, clicking his tongue and pressed his fingers to my needy hole. “Never.”

I tensed as the cold lube touched my skin, then moaned when he warmed it up using his talented fingers.

“Daniel—”

“Not so cocky anymore, are you?” he whispered in my ear right before he pushed two slick fingers into my hole, making my skin grow hot with pleasure. Pouring more lube, he then began stretching me open, first with two fingers, then with three, and by the time I was ready, he had four fingers knuckle-deep inside me as I fucked back against him. I widened my stance, my hands pressed hard against the cold window as I pushed my ass back, trying to get more. Blood rushed to my cock, which hung full between my thighs, the tip already glistening with a drop of cum. I grew more impatient by the minute, and I worried he’d edge me all night as he sometimes did. I loved it, but today? Today, I needed him to pound me hard and fast.

“Do you know what I think about every time I see you on the runway?” he asked, his voice pulling me out of the daze.