Page 41 of Silver & Gold

“I’m not fucking this without oil.”

“Seth, please,” Raider whispered, “Hurt me—please.”

“Not like that.”

“Seth—”

Seth gripped the back of Raider’s neck and forced him down until his knees buckled. Even then he didn’t relent but pushed Raider’s head all the way to the floor, dropping to his own knee and holding Raider there with his ass in the air. Seth delivered three sharp slaps, each punctuated by a cry, each making Seth’s dick throb in his pants.

“You don’t make these decisions, Raider. You’re not in charge.”

Satisfied with the moan that answered his words, Seth reached between Raider’s legs. His hand glided along Raider’s taint to the swollen weight of his balls and the stiff rod of his engorged cock. Precum was dripping from his slit, threading to the floor. Seth smoothed that precum over Raider’s cock and watched his hole tighten hungrily.

“Don’t move,” Seth said and released him.

Rising, Seth shrugged off his vest and loosened the lacing of his pants. He shoved them down enough to let his cock spring out, huge and swollen, the head flushed an angry red.

When Raider started to lift his head, Seth bent and pressed a hand to the back of his neck. “Stay,” he said and used his other hand to untie his boots. He had to let Raider go to remove them and his socks.

“You can sit up now,” Seth told him as he straightened, shoving his pants all the way down and stepping out of them.

Raider pushed up from the floor and settled back on his heels. His eyes locked on Seth’s dick. His hands fisted on his thighs. His jutting cock pulsed with precum.

Seth gave himself a much-needed stoke and said in a low, gruff voice, “You’ll take every inch of this in that tight, hot hole.” Raider closed his eyes, his body rocking. “You’ll let this thing so deep inside you that nothing will exist but me fucking you with it.”

Raider let out a ragged sound as he pitched forward, shuddering. With a grunt of satisfaction, Seth left him there and walked to his pack to get the oil himself.

Seth rummaged in his pack and located the oil, watching Raider from the corner of his eye, waiting for what he knew Raider would do. Raider was still folded over his knees, breathing hard, but when he heard the bottle uncork, he stopped breathing. He was frozen, clearly listening. After pouring oil into his hand, Seth recorked and dropped the bottle. Then he gave Raider the sound he was waiting for: the sloppy squelch of Seth’s hand slicking his cock.

That was when Raider sprang to his feet and raced through the open doors onto the patio. Seth was ready for that because Raider had done it before, when he’d really needed to be dominated. Seth raced after him, his cock bobbing heavily. Raider darted around the pergola, putting the raised lounging bed between him and Seth—so Seth leaped straight over it.

Raider let out a startled cry when Seth grabbed him around the waist. Seth spun and bent Raider over the side of the bed, planting a hand between his shoulder blades.

“You know your safe word,” Seth growled by way of warning as he kicked Raider’s legs apart. He gripped Raider’s hips, set his broad cockhead against Raider’s hole, and speared into him.

Raider cried out sharply, and Seth closed his eyes at the fierce wave of arousal as his cock was hotly squeezed. Then he drew back and thrust again into that slick heat.

Raider moaned and clutched at the mattress as Seth started to rail him. His hands tugged at the sheets until they bunched under his face. Raider buried his face there, utterly yielding his body to Seth’s hard thrusts.

Seth gave himself over to the fierce rhythm, fucking Raider so hard that the bed was shifting. His hips snapped forward relentlessly. His balls slapped audibly. It felt so damn good that he had to clench his teeth to keep himself from roaring like a goddamn beast.

He slapped and squeezed Raider’s ass. He shoved his head down. He yanked up one of Raider’s legs to get deeper. Seth fucked and fucked until he felt Raider’s body coiling tight—then Seth fucked him even harder and faster until he was screaming into the mattress like he’d told Seth he needed. Raider came so hard, thrashing and seizing, that Seth had to clamp onto his hips with a punishing grip to keep taking the pounding as Seth fucked him through his violent release.

It was too much, feeling Raider thrashing on his dick, feeling his ass fisting Seth’s cock. Seth roared as his own orgasm ripped through him. The hard, wrenching pulses had his hips snapping forward again and again. The strain of the release was so intense that it dizzied him. He staggered and bent over Raider on the bed.

“Gods,” Seth gasped against the back of Raider’s neck. “Fuck.”

Raider was still spasming under him, his body working through the aftershocks. His face was still pressed into the tangled sheets.

When the aftershocks were over and Raider was left panting, Seth eased his cock free, eliciting a cry from Raider. Seth stroked a hand along the cleft of Raider’s ass, soothing him and reveling in the hot spill of his cum from Raider’s fluttering hole.

When Seth slid his hands under Raider’s belly and lifted him, Raider made a sound of protest, but Seth gathered him up anyway. He hooked one arm around Raider’s torso and the other under his knees and pulled him into his body, lifting and cradling him. Raider hooked his arms around Seth’s neck and buried his face under Seth’s jaw as Seth carried him back to the room. Seth had never carried Raider like this before, but, gods, did it satisfy him.

CHAPTER 15

MORNING LIGHT SPILLED softly into the room through the open patio doors.

On his side in the grand bed, Raider lay stretched out beside Seth. Seth was on his back, still asleep. Raider had one leg draped over Seth’s and an arm resting on Seth’s muscled abdomen. His head was on Seth’s shoulder. He loved this, getting to be with Seth like this. He could enjoy it now as he hadn’t a few days ago. His mind was more settled in the present. His body felt like his own again.