Page 41 of Goldilocks
A gentle touch explored the beginnings of the bruise on Sam’s thigh as Sam examined his hip. His skin, naturally pale, contrasted with the angry bruise surrounding his hip bone, standing out like a neon sign on a dark night.
“I hit it on a boat,” Sam said. “That’s a little more serious for me than it is for you. And it was sore from before too.”
Goldilocks picked up the jar he had been using moments ago, applying a generous amount of ointment to his fingers. Sam, recovering, straightened, shifting his weight to his right side to avoid pressure on his left. He watched Goldilocks work, feeling only the lightest of brushes as the strange-smelling ointment was spread over the bruise.
“I did not mean to hurt you,” Goldilocks repeated, regret in his voice. His brow furrowed, his face tense with unhappiness.
“I know,” Sam said. And he did. He fully believed that Goldilocks’s actions had been guided by eagerness and excitement, not carelessness or disregard. His skin heated as the back of Goldilocks’s knuckles brushed against the head of his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, tensing anew, and reached to hide himself. The cover of the milky bathwater had been left behind, leaving Sam exposed.
Goldilocks touched the back of Sam’s hand, his golden eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. “You do not need to be shy,” he said plainly. “Your cock is pretty; there is a nice curve here.” Goldilocks guided Sam’s hand away, and Sam let him, transfixed, watching as Goldilocks took him in his hand. Goldilocks’s touch was exploratory. He squeezed, seemingly testing Sam’s reaction, and then thumbed the base of his head.
Sam jerked, grabbing Goldilocks’s shoulders as he curled forward again, biting back a groan. He’d flagged after that jolt of pain, but he was reviving quickly.
“Hm.” Goldilocks made a pleased sound. “I like this very much.” His free hand, the one not lazily jerking Sam off, thumbed his pubic hair. “Red? Very pretty. I said you would please me, did I not? There is no need to be shy.” Goldilocks affectionately nuzzled Sam’s cheek.
Sam leaned heavily into him, breaths ragged. He gripped those wonderful golden locks between his fingers. “That feels good,” he murmured. His dirty talk paled compared to Goldilocks’s, but Sam didn’t think the merman minded. And Sam was sure he wouldn’t be too pleased if he started telling Goldilocks what to do either.
Sam let his eyes fall shut andenjoyed.
“Your little gasps are pleasing to me as well,” Goldilocks told him, working his length with perfect pressure and maddening slowness. Sam wrapped his other arm around Goldilocks’s shoulders, drawing him closer. Goldilocks fit between his legs, pressing soft kisses to Sam’s throat.
“It is very sweet, the way you pull my hair, and I enjoy the way your cock twitches so nicely.” Goldilocks continued his praise. He kissed and nuzzled Sam’s throat, the line of his jaw; he even buried his nose into the sensitive spot beneath his ear and blew teasingly against the skin as he whispered more praise. Sam quivered.
His climax hit like a rogue wave, sudden after the torture of Goldilocks’s slow strokes. Sam jerked his hips, groaning as he spilled into Goldilocks’s hand. As he petered out, his energy receded, and he collapsed onto Goldilocks’s shoulder, spent and gasping for breath. Sweat tickled as it raced down his torso and back.
Goldilocks’s shoulder slowly tensed beneath Sam’s forehead. He touched Sam’s spent cock carefully.
“You did not enjoy it?” Goldilocks asked, clearly displeased.
“What?” Sam murmured, tired. “I did? I literally just came in your hand.”
“That was not even twenty seconds.”
“Um…” Head heavy, Sam didn’t really feel like straightening up to address this. “I’m pretty sure that’s normal for a guy.”
“It is not.”
Sam huffed. “Goldilocks, we’re different species. Alright? It’s normal for guys.” At least Samthoughtso. Right?Right? He was going to have to look this up the second he went home. He’d never given much thought to how long his orgasms usually lasted. Given that after Connor he’d been too scared to date another guy, his experience was pretty limited.
“You did come for a long time,” Sam mused, considering it. But he hadn’t exactly been clocking Goldilocks either.
Goldilocks shifted, releasing Sam’s spent cock to rest on his thigh. “Perhaps your injury is the reason,” he said. “Or your shyness. We will work on both,” he promised.
Sam, about to tiredly tell Goldilocks that he could show him the Google search when they got home, paused. He wasn’t sure if dissuading the merman from trying to give him a longer orgasm was really in his best interest. Sam chuckled. “I can’t believe we just did that.” He couldn’t believehejust did that. Four years of near abstinence and here he was, getting hot and heavy with a merman from another world. The chuckle turned into a snicker.
Goldilocks stayed still, not disturbing Sam, though he had practically collapsed onto his shoulders, and that was probably uncomfortable for the merman.
“We will rest after the bath,” Goldilocks promised him. “I will mount you after you are healed, only.”
Sam let his hand run down Goldilocks’s arm, his fingers gliding over wet skin. Every inch of him was a lovely golden tan. “I have to go home,” Sam said, reluctant. He didn’t want to put an end to the spoiling, but he couldn’t just stay here in good conscience either. He had responsibilities waiting for him at home. Obligations. And Sam could only ignore reality for so long.
Goldilocks tensed. “You will rest.”
“I” – Sam straightened up – “will go home.”
He met Goldilocks’s gaze and didn’t back down from the challenge in his eyes. Just because he’d let Goldilocks boss him around all morning didn’t mean he was in charge of Sam. “I have to check on my dad, and then I have to go to school. Midterms are due soon. I need to work on them.”
“You do not like school,” Goldilocks said plainly.