Page 56 of Goldilocks
Goldilocks gazed up at him from the mountain of blankets. “You undressed yourself.”
“While I was sleeping?”
“You complained of being too hot,” Goldilocks explained. “The heat pleased me.” He broke eye contact, gaze travelling down Sam’s body. There was a shine in his eyes. Something predatory as he appraised Sam. The end of his tail lifted up, then down. The finned edges quivered. “Your nakedness pleases me also.”
Sam heated. He grasped the blanket tighter to his body, hiding the reaction his body had to the remark. To the hungry gaze. Mouth dry, Sam swallowed hard. “I…” Sam had never thought his nakedness would be pleasing to anyone, least of all to the most beautiful creature Sam had ever laid eyes on. As absurd as it seemed, as much as Sam’s reasonable side dismissed Goldilocks’s words, Sam also believed him. He believed that gaze was genuine.
“You have strange tastes,” Sam finally managed to get out. He bent, shielding himself with the blanket as he stooped to retrieve his clothes. Sam also believed that he’d undressed himself in the middle of the night since his clothes were kicked just outside the blankets and no further.
“Come,” Goldilocks requested. “I am not ready to rise yet.”
He indicated next to him where there was a spot for Sam. Warm-toned skin peeked out from the covering, and Goldilocks watched Sam with absolutely nothingrestfulabout his gaze.
Sam ducked his head, face burning even more. Sam wasn’t stupid; he could see this was a clear invitation. And after yesterday in the bath…
Sam summoned what bravery he could with a deep breath. “Alright,” he agreed. Sam knelt on the bedding and, under Goldilocks’s careful scrutiny, set the blanket he’d used to hide himself aside.
Goldilocks hummed, a hungry sound climbing from deep in his throat. He reached for Sam, his hand stroking his thigh, before cupping between his legs. Sam groaned, twitching at the touch, and he had to fight to keep his eyes open. He wanted to shut them, but the need to watch burned brighter.
“I like this.” Goldilocks squeezed his sack gently, carefully toying with Sam’s balls between his fingers. “You are not dominant, but you have seed. It is funny.”
“What the hell,” Sam muttered.
“I like how you tighten here as well,” Goldilocks added. “It moves up as I toy with it. Come. I will have you in my mouth.” He tugged at Sam’s thigh, guiding him forward.
Sam wanted to tell Goldilocks that him having balls wasn’tfunny. But his mind was too mushy for that. Goldilocks guided Sam until his knees were on the soft blankets on either side of Goldilocks’s head. Sam kept his weight up, not wanting to press down on Goldilocks’s chest and make it hard for him to breathe. The table just behind Goldilocks was the perfect height for Sam to grip.
He stared down at the perfect face bracketed between his thighs and feared for a moment his heart would stop. “Are you serious?” was all he managed to get out.
Goldilocks looked perfectly content with the position, and his hands moved carefully up Sam’s sides. Stroking his hip, the one that hadbeen bruised, carefully.
“You are well enough to mount, I am sure,” Goldilocks said, peering carefully at the skin.
Sam blinked hard, gasping for his breaths. He was overstimulated, big time. And now Goldilocks wanted to talk aboutmountinghim? While his breaths were tickling his sack?
“Oh.” Goldilocks let out a puff. He hummed, pleased. “You have freckles here.” He grasped Sam’s cock, the hard member hovering just above Goldilocks’s cheek, and lifted him up. Sam gritted his teeth as Goldilocks thumbed his length, pressing in harder midway up his shaft. “Here,” he noted. “And here and here.”
Sam curled forward, forehead pressing into the edge of the table. He struggled not to collapse onto Goldilocks.
“I didn’t know,” he said, breathless.
“I like how this place turns red too.” Goldilocks nudged Sam’s tip with his nose. “It looks sweet.”
“It’s feeling pretty angry,” Sam muttered. He could barely keep his eyes open. Goldilocks jacked Sam’s erection with loose, leisurely strokes. He peered at Sam’s tip as he did, pulling his foreskin down and up, watching it closely each time.
Sam felt as though he was committing a crime. It was too good. Too much. Too everything. He pushed his knuckle into his mouth, biting down on it to try to release some of the tension quivering throughout his body.
Goldilocks’s gaze cut to Sam’s face. “Stop that,” he warned. “You are not to harm yourself.”
Sam lowered his hand, watching the limb tremble as he grabbed hold of a fistful of blankets. “You’re teasing me,” Sam tried to explain.
“This does not feel pleasurable for you?” Goldilocks enquired.
“It obviouslydoes. You can feel how hard I am! I’m dripping on you, for Christ’s sake,” Sam cursed. His precum shouldn’t be smeared onto a cheek that pretty. It didn’t make any sense. Sam quivered, his entire body a bundle of burning nerves. “I don’t know how it works for mermen, but when a person’s dick is that hard and shakes every time you breathe on it, that means it feels good.”
“Yes,” Goldilocks purred. “That is the same for my kind. Do not harm yourself; that is all. This skin here is different.” His gaze flicked back to Sam’s foreskin. With a careful hold, he tugged all of it down, revealing Sam’s tortured tip. “I do not possess this. What does it feel like when I move it? There is no discomfort?”
Sweat beaded over Sam’s body. The longer this went on, the more torturous keeping his weight off of Goldilocks’s chest became.