Page 96 of Blue Gold

Parting his lips, I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, savoring the taste of him. He let out a soft moan, the sound going straight to my cock, which grew harder by the minute until it pushed against his firm ass. Still kissing me, Elliot thrust his hips back, rutting his ass over my now full erection. There was something extremely erotic about the ease of our movements that flowed so naturally, almost like a pre-coordinated dance.

“Fuck me,” he panted over my lips, his words a command I wished to obey.

But we didn’t have a condom, and somehow, breaking this deep hug we were immersed in seemed impossible, so I looked at him the same way he looked at me, and that was all that it took. I always used a condom with my wife, not to mention it had been months since I last slept with her. Aware that I was clear of any STDs, and without the fear of hurting him, I spit in my hand and brought it to his hole. He was still soft and stretched from when we fucked only a little while ago, and when I pushed my fingers in, I felt the remaining lube he didn’t bother to clean earlier. Knowing it was my dick that had turned his ass so soft made me throb, and unable to hold back anymore, I grabbed the base of my cock and aligned it with his entrance. With ease, I slipped right in, and for the very first time, there were no barriers between us. Elliot let out a deep, throaty groan, slowly adjusting to my size before I sank another inch inside. The friction was unlike anything I’d experienced before, causing me to grit my teeth and buck my hips forward. But I didn’t rush it and instead slowly thrust in and out of him as I kept him close. We were both lying on our sides, his back plastered to my chest while I had my hand hooked under his knee, keeping his leg up so it would be easier to slide in and out. And with my mouth on his, I moved slowly, pretending like the sun would never rise.

“D-Daniel.” He gasped my name so beautifully, his hole clenching me tight.

Knowing he was close, I pulled completely out, allowing my cock to hang free as I retook his lips. He didn’t complain and instead turned around, so now we faced one another. Without breaking the hug, we went back to kissing, his hard dick poking my stomach along the way, begging for attention. But despite the temptation to wrap my hand around his hot member, I didn’t touch it and instead continued studying his lips with my mouth. After a while of exploring every inch his mouth had to offer, and with no attention to my dick, my erection started to wane. That was when I grabbed his leg and hooked it over my hips before inserting just the crown of my softening cock into his hole. With the tip rubbing at his sensitive entrance, Elliot moaned, then pushed against my cock repeatedly until it grew hard and slipped right in. He gasped at the intrusion, and I closed my eyes, allowing his warmth to consume me. But once again, I didn’t rush it and moved my hips at an almost agonizingly slow pace until we were both close to finishing. But before either of us could climax, I pulled out and went back to hugging, cuddling, and kissing him. I had never done something like this before, nor did I know what exactly this was. But I listened to my body, and my body begged to stay connected to Elliot’s for as long as it could.

Each time, I pulled out right before he came, which grew his frustration. But little by little, Elliot gave up the control and allowed me to edge him and explore how far we could stretch this. It was somewhere between hugging and thrusting inside his hole when the first ray of sun broke into the room. Elliot was in no state to notice it as he’d had his eyes closed for a while now, his hair drenched with sweat, and his skin flushed red. He was clenching onto me, body trembling with the slightest touch. It was only natural after he’d held back from ejaculating for hours.

“The sun is rising,” I whispered in his ear before pushing back inside him. He didn’t respond with words but with whimpers of pleasure as I began fucking him, this time with a goal in mind. Taking his cock in my fist, I stroked him at the pace of my thrusts, not slowing down until he throbbed in my hand. At this point, the stimulation was so immense it made me feel high. All it took was a few pumps, and he erupted in my fist almost violently, his cock pulsing as he finally got the relief it so desperately sought. Thick cum shot everywhere, landing on his flushed skin just as I reached my well-earned climax. The intensity of my release was impeccable, nearly causing me to black out as I filled his ass with my cum. I pumped him full, thrusting into him almost like a feral beast, set on making him mine inside and out. It wasn’t until my cock was absolutely drained that I stopped moving. But not even then did I pull out, and instead, we kept still, our bodies heaving in an attempt to catch our breath after this exceptional experience.

When I finally opened my eyes, I took a good look at him, only one thought coming to mind: If only the night lasted forever.

31

DANIEL

The sounds of Claudia’s stilettos clicking on the floor echoed through the empty house, letting me know she’d finally come home. Slightly nervous, I smoothed a hand over my suit right before she appeared in the dining hall. As always, she was dressed for the occasion with a trendy dress that complemented her figure. She was as lovely as the day I met her back in college, but enough was enough, and it was finally time to end this deception.

“Is everything okay?” she immediately asked, probably noticing the tension filling the atmosphere.

“I think it’s better if we sit down for this,” I told her, watching her brows furrow.

But knowing a thing or two about life, Claudia didn’t ask unnecessary questions. Instead, she joined me at the dining table and sat down.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll get straight to the point. I want a divorce,” I said, my voice calm and composed despite the weight of my words. I wasn’t trying to be cold or cruel, but based on my experience in litigation, I knew that delivering difficult news was best done firmly. Beating around the bush wouldn’t help, especially in such a tense conversation, and I was already prepared for a range of emotions that soon followed.

“A divorce?” Claudia’s face went blank before she let out a nervous laugh. “You’re joking with me right now, aren’t you?”

“Unfortunately, I’m not.” Placing the divorce papers on the table, I slid them toward her. “If you look inside, you’ll see I made sure that you’re compensated for the years we were married and way beyond that⁠—”

“Compensated?” she barged in, lips tight. “What the hell are you talking about, Daniel? Where is all of this coming from?”

“I know this is unexpected, but⁠—”

“Unexpected? Unexpected is when we run out of milk in the morning. This is insane. Where is all of this—” She paused, her eyes narrowing at me. “Have you met someone else?”

Suddenly, being straightforward wasn’t as simple, and her question forced me into silence. My throat dried up, and for a second, I thought about lying, but I couldn’t. Holding her stare, I gave her a short nod.

“I have.”

Her heart just broke. I saw it so vividly in her eyes, eyes that always looked at me with nothing but love.

Staring at me in disbelief, lips slightly parted, she stayed quiet as my betrayal was laid bare before us. It hurt, but I didn’t have the right to make this moment about myself; it was her pain. Pain I didn’t stop to take into consideration during the past few months. There were numerous times when I could have chosen not to hurt her, and every time, I chose otherwise. So now, I had nothing to do but accept the shameful way in which she looked at me. As I well deserved.

With tears already sliding down her face, she sniffed. “How long?”

“I don’t think details would help⁠—”

“Damn it, Daniel! Tell me, how long were you screwing someone else?” she snapped.

“A couple of months.”

“A couple of mo— F-fuck.” Her voice broke and was replaced with a sob.

Pulling a handkerchief from my pocket, I handed it to her. Very rarely did I see her cry, and the tearstains on her cheeks reminded me of Maya’s birth, which was one of the few times she had. Another time was our wedding. Unfortunately, right now, these weren’t tears of joy, and a mere handkerchief wasn’t about to fix the pain I’d caused.