Page 120 of Pure Silence

“Baby, are you okay?” Goldie asked again.

Day stared at his shirt for a long moment before dropping it on the floor. His face still had splotches of blood, and there was more on his chest that had seeped through the shirt. He seemed dazed, but he smiled as he sat on the bed, the mattress squeaking a bit from his weight.

“Seriously?” Goldie grabbed his dick and squeezed hard, making himself grunt. His balls thudded in complaint from being denied, and he frowned. “Hey, what is it, baby?”

Day spread his legs and pointed to the floor in front of him.

“Right now?”

Day pointed again, narrowing his eyes as his smile curled into one most wicked.

“Yeah, you want me to suck you, baby?” Goldie licked his lips as he pulled up his sweats so he could come kneel before Day. He slid his hands over his thighs, and he grabbed the hem of his underwear to pull them down. He ignored the blood even as the heavy iron scent invaded his nose. He buried his face in Day’s crotch to breathe him in instead, and he moaned quietly.

Day petted Goldie’s hair with quick, frantic strokes, eagerly pushing his cock up into Goldie’s mouth.

Goldie opened wide to take him in, and he sucked hard, bobbing his head quickly. He wanted to come, but he wanted to be good more. He wanted to be a good boy for Day, and he knew he would be rewarded.

All he had to do was listen and obey.

He took Day’s cock deep into his mouth, slamming the head into the back of his throat with a lusty growl. He grabbed Day’s thighs to urge him to rock upwards, and he sucked hard, his eyes stinging as he nearly choked.

Day groaned hoarsely as he tightened his fingers in Goldie’s hair, pushing him down on his dick as he fucked up into his mouth.

Goldie did choke then, and he had to hold his breath and swallow against his gag reflex. He was able to get a breath in through his nose, and he was ready again to take the brutal pace. He couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of the gun going off, the pain in his chest when it struck the medallion, and those fleeting moments when he was certain he was about to die.

Day.

He’d thought about Day.

Facing down death, his final thoughts were of a dazzling smile, big brown eyes, and laughter that sounded like music.

With a cry dangerously close to a whimper, Goldie opened his mouth as wide as he could to take Day’s merciless thrusts deeper. He wanted to be as close as he could to Day. He had to taste him, inhale his very essence, and he clawed at Day’s thighs, trying to gain as much bodily contact as possible.

The tears clouding his eyes were from more than testing the boundaries of what his throat could handle, but also from the rising swell of emotions that soon became suffocating. His chest was tight, his face was flushed, and his pulse was pounding in his ears like a drum until his entire body was trembling in the same thunderous rhythm.

He’d never needed anyone like he did Day.

The struggle to not burst into a violent sob while in the midst of such an intimate act was becoming a losing battle, and he had to pull off with a miserable gasp. “Oh, Day. God. I’m sorry. I just need… Oh, baby—”

Day frowned in concern, but his eyes cut to the door when footsteps came thumping up the stairs.

Goldie’s heart stopped. “Day, is that—”

The door burst open, and it was a bearded man with a gun. He was bloody, certainly wounded, but very much alive.

Judging by how annoyed Day looked, alive was not his intended state.

“Dead! You’re fuckin’ dead!” the man roared as he rushed them, aiming his gun right at Day’s face.

Goldie moved to intercept him and defend Day, but Day snatched Goldie by the iron grip he had in his hair and forced him to stay as he was on his knees.

The man tripped.

The bloody shirt Day had left on the floor was enough to catch the man’s foot, and he fell forward with a startled cry. He dropped the gun, the weapon sliding across the floor, and he caught himself on the foot of the bed with both hands.

Day grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed his face into the metal frame of the footboard.

Theclangwas loud enough to ring in Goldie’s ears, and he watched in horror as Day continued to pound the man’s face into the railing. After a few firm bashes, Goldie couldn’t even make out the man’s nose or mouth because of all the blood.