“Holy crap!” She breathed heavily as she tried to smooth her hair out of her face.
“Dinosaurs eating your underwear?” I said in a teasing tone.
“What? How did you know?”
“Just screaming in your sleep that’s all. I’m pretty sure I almost pissed myself when you woke me up about dinosaurs eating your underwear.”
Goldie snorted and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry about that. I don’t want no dino messin’ with my skivvies. It’s an honest request.”
“It is,” I said while pinching her chin with my thumb. “Now what we really need to discuss is why you’re sleeping like a lunatic, horizontally off the bed with your head hanging off the side.”
“Was I really?” She looked around and assessed her position. “Well, look at that.”
“I don’t ever sleep with women so you’re going to have to let me know if this is normal behavior,” I joked.
She took a second to think and then said, “To save my credibility, I’m going to say that other women usually sleep from the ceiling and stare at you while you sleep so me sleeping with my head hanging off the bed, horizontally, is almost normal.”
I laughed, again. It was a foreign thing to me but with Goldie, it started to become a norm.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought her down on my chest as I rested back on the mattress.
“So what you’re telling me is that I’m lucky you’re not hovering over me at night.”
“Pretty much. Consider me a rare breed.”
“Oh, I already know you’re a rare breed.” I kissed her chin before she placed her hands on my chest and rested her head on her hands as she looked down at me.
“I don’t want to go back to Diego’s. I want to stay here, with you.”
I let out a heavy breath as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
“Me neither but we don’t really have a choice in the matter. I promise you though, this will be over soon. I have some things in the works and I’m hoping a good distraction will throw some people off.”
“You really can’t tell me what’s going on?”
“Goldie, we talked about this. The less you know, the better, okay?”
“Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think your mom would have liked me?”
I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom and how she and Goldie would have hit it off, no question about it. My mom was more reserved but she loved to have a good time and that’s what Goldie was, a good time. I could picture them ganging up on me during holidays. They would be my two girls.
A pang in my heart started to form as I thought about the loss I suffered and the things my mom was missing out on because she was taken away from me too early.
Taking a deep breath, I rubbed her back and answered her question. “I think she would have adored you, Goldie. No doubt in my mind.”
“What about your dad? You never talk about him.”
I tensed from her question but tried to show as if the question didn’t affect me.
“He’s a miserable fuck who doesn’t deserve to be talked about.”
Silence met us as we both lay there, taking in what I said.
“Did you have any pets growing up?” she asked, not pushing the comment about my father which I appreciated.
Relaxing slightly, I sank into her embrace and said, “No, unless some measly beta fish counted.”
“Beta fish? Like those colorful things in a jar?”
“Yeah.” I laughed.
“Fuck, that’s depressing but for some reason I can picture it. Did you name them things like Mr. Wetherby and Annabell Figglefort?”
Figglewhat?” I laughed some more. “No, I named them fish.”
She sat up and stared down at me.
“You named your beta fish, fish?” I nodded and she shook her head and lay back down. “Fuck, that is super depressing.”
“I was more interested in being the best in everything I did, rather than worrying about naming something that was going to die in a few weeks anyway.”
“Oh, I forgot. Little rich boy problems. Who was the better tennis pro at the club and what kind of white cloth napkins you were going to have at your parties.”
“Eggshell.”
“What?” she asked.
“Eggshell, that was the best color white.”
“Oh my God!” She laughed as she poked my side. “That is so embarrassing that you know that.”
“I can throw one hell of a party,” I said as I threaded my fingers over her necklace that continued to show up around her neck. Even after some of our worst fights, she still kept it on. It gave me hope.
“Well then, when it’s my birthday, I expect you to throw me one hell of a party.”
“When is your birthday, Goldie?”
She feigned shock as she said, “Something Jett Colby doesn’t know? I’m shocked. You knew my bra and thong size when I walked in this door but you don’t know my birthday?”
“I could look in your file.” I smiled.
“God, you’re infuriating. It’s April 24th.”
I nodded while I thought about what I would do for her birthday when it rolled around which wouldn’t be for a while since it’s already passed for the year but it would be something I would want to celebrate, and make a big deal about.
“April is a pretty month to be born in, it suits you.”
“Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. “When is your birthday?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, hating my birthday. It was never a good day, thanks to my dad.
She sat up and rubbed my chest. “It matters to me. How else would I give you a birthday blow job?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Birthday blow job, how is that different than a regular one?”
“Oh it’s different.” She got excited.
“How so?” I gripped her waist to stop her from wiggling too much, she was starting to get me a little excited.
She sat up and pulled down the sheets, exposing my now growing erection. She looked down at it, smiled and grabbed my cock in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I moaned out as she started to stroke me.
“Little one, I don’t believe I gave you permission to be playing down there,” I said with less authority than I wanted.
She lowered her head and licked the tip of my cock and then said, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”
The grip she had at the base of my cock was just strong enough that is was pushing all the pressure to my tip, driving me fucking insane.
“No,” I grunted out. “But you will pay for your defiance.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait.”
With that, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She was not playing around, she took what she wanted and ran with it. Her hand ran down, between my thighs and found the weight of my balls. She squeezed them a little harder than normal and then pulled away from my cock, letting it fall to my stomach. I was fucking hard and yearning for her to finish.
“You see, Jett. For your birthday, I wouldn’t stop like I am now and instead of squeezing your balls like this—” she gestured, “—I would be putting them in my mouth and swirling them around with my tongue while I run my hands slowly up and down your shaft like this.”
Like a mother fucking sloth, she ran her hand so fucking slow up my cock as I hissed out a heated breath. She was torturing me like I tortured her and damn it I was letting her. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
“Goldie…” I said in a strangled voice as her hand continued to torture me.
She giggled, fucking giggled and then leaned down so her mouth hovered over my dick, making it twitch in excitement. Her hand continued to handle my balls as she rolled them with sweet, torturous precision while her tongue lightly licked the length of my shaft. Her tongue danced along its length, barely making contact. I was going to explode from her torture, from her teasing.
“Little one, you better get on with it or your punishment is not going to be as pleasurable as you want.”
“Tell me when your birthday is and I’ll make sure you come like a teenage boy after seeing his first set of fake tits.”