Chapter 5
FIVE
LENNON
Holy shit, I’m kissing somebody other than my husband. Ex-husband. Well, soon-to-be ex-husband.
Oh my god, what am I doing?
I’m in the arms of a gorgeous man. I’m literally wrapped around his body—
His lips linger as if he’s sensed my drifting focus, suckling my bottom lip in a way that has me panting, my legs tightening around his lower waist, hips grinding against his belly in a way that should be embarrassing—
But the low growl in his throat tells me he just finds it hot.
He carries me straight inside and turns the shower on.
The water begins to steam and then he backs up, carrying me right in with him.
I expect to yelp at the hot water, but he’s got the temperature perfect.
He presses me against the back wall, hefting me with his hands on my ass so that even through our wet swimwear, I can feel him hard where he wants me—
Okay. Oh wow. This is real. This is really real. There’s a gorgeous man with a hard cock between my legs.
This is definitely not his first rodeo. I think I clocked him right after all as a fuck boy. He agreed to being my distraction for the night, but damn, I don’t think I quite realized what I was asking for.
Because he is lighting up every single nerve ending and pleasure center inside me, half of which I forgot I ever had.
He kisses me again, deeper this time while he rolls his hips so that his hard shaft presses up against my melting center.
I gasp and forget every other damn thing.
My hands grasp at his hair, fingernails digging in and dragging down his scalp, which draws another low deep-down groan from his throat.
Which makes my belly leap with lust in a way I haven’t felt in—
I literally can’t remember when the last time was. Actually I can, because it was never. Sex in my marriage was never like this. Not a single time.
But maybe that’s the point of this sensory overload. I don’t want to think about fucking Jake. The ring is off my finger.
I was heroic and told him I was done.
And it’s like, now that I finally broke one rule…
What if I just broke all the rules?
I’m free. So what if I just allow myself to really feel what liberation could be like?
My hips rock against the hardness beneath me, and August’s hands clench my ass—not too hard, but in a way that makes me feel like a woman in a way I never have before.
I moan into his mouth as sensation rocks up my belly outwards to every nerve ending.
“August,” I moan, belly clenching as I kiss him back. Ruthless kisses, not careful ones. I suck at his bottom lip.
Which gets this deep manly grunt from the back of his throat.
I clench his flexing bicep and hold on as he starts thrusting from beneath, mimicking the act we’re being kept from just by our wet clothing, and God, that’s so hot. Clearly he thinks so too, because I get another manly grunt when I roll my hips with him in eager participation.
And then his hand is there at the hem of my shorts.
“Touch me,” I whine, clinging to him with my arm around the back of his neck, fingernails of my other hand still digging into his hair.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing or saying—I’m just riding sensation and impulse.
For once letting my body in the driver’s seat and letting my brain take a vacation.
And it feels. So. Fucking. Good.
August’s middle finger slips beneath my shorts and starts teasing at my pussy, gentle circles at my clit that send a shudder rocking through my body. How is he so gentle with those big muscles and how hard I feel him straining against my thigh?
He’s hard as rock, but then he touches me with that devastatingly soft touch?
I can’t take it—
I thrust into his palm, needing more.
He chuckles into my next voracious kiss, and I don’t care if I’m not being demure.
I’m needy and I don’t care if he knows it. I haven’t even allowed myself to realize how needy I’ve been. Jake sure wasn’t satisfying me and he didn’t like it when I turned over in the bed and saw to my own needs, so unless I was going to stop work in the middle of the day—
My fingernails dig into August’s scalp as the throbbing between my legs spirals higher.
“Now. August—” I gasp. “Now.”
“Fuck,” he barks out. “I don’t have a condom.”
I breathe out hard and blink my eyes awake, dropping slightly out of my hazy lust. Oh my god, what the hell am I doing? Did I really just tell him to fuck me without a condom?
I’m a responsible grown-up.
I mean, usually I am. I just never had to worry about it before because—
I bite back the whine in my throat, suddenly having way more compassion for everybody who never stopped to ask questions at this point. But he’s a fuck boy, and I need to be smart—
“Are you clean?” he asks, thumb caressing my mouth as his flecked hazel eyes pierce through me in the steam of the shower.
I nod furiously. “And I have an IUD. You?”
He grins that huge, white-toothed smile. “No IUD. But I haven’t had sex since I last tested clean two months ago.”
I glare at him for joking at a time like this.
And then I lean in and use my teeth to graze at that pulse point covered in tattoos at his neck I couldn’t stop staring at earlier. Then I start sucking there and that’s when his hand at my sex is swapped for—
Oh!
His cock is much, much bigger than Jake’s.
I roll my hips so he knows I am still very on board for this.
Impatient even. Hungry.
His hand comes back to my clit, with me still sandwiched against the wall. He’s been holding me braced here this whole time as if I weigh nothing, which I happen to know is not the case—
My head drops back to the wall when he enters me.
Oh God. Way, way bigger than Jake.
Thicker.
So much thicker.
Thicker in a way that means his cock itself gives my clit friction when he finally pulls his hand away so he can seat himself fully inside me. I didn’t know cocks could do that. I rock in a quick preview spasm of what’s to come at all the places he’s stimulating at once.
Oh shit, I think suddenly.
This is how the design is supposed to work. Huh.
That’s the last legible thought I have for a while.
I’m too busy clutching onto August while he fucks me for a good ten to fifteen rhythmic thrusts that have me forgetting my own goddamn name.
“Good,” he says, slipping out even as I clutch him tighter. “You’re warmed up now.”
“Huh?” I squeak out, my pussy clenching at the empty air, frustration rushing in like the freezing pool after the hot tub. “What? Wait!”
But August is setting me back on my feet and turning off the shower.
“You’re just gonna leave me like that?” I laugh in disbelief, following him out of the shower as he steps out. “I mean, you do you, friend, but I gotta finish the job—”
I’ve already dropped my hand down to finish myself off.
Sorry, but all bets are off and I’ve suddenly decided I’m not going to be needy ever again just to soothe the ego of the man beside me—
When August turns around with a big, fluffy white towel in his hand, he’s grinning at full force while he shakes his head at me. “I like how you want it and don’t hide it.”
Then he’s got those big hands of his underneath my ass again, boosting me up so I’m sitting, spread on the counter.
My eyes drop to take in what was just inside me. And widen as I bite my bottom lip.
“Fuck, woman,” he says before his mouth is devouring mine again.
His thumb starts massaging my clit in hard, rough circles, so opposite how he started earlier. It’s exactly what I need now just like that was exactly what set me off then.
Because his thick cock follows, and he presses down with his thumb while his cock presses deeper into me—
My legs lock around his lower back and clench so hard I swear I can feel the contours of my entire channel at every point where I’m being stuffed by his thick, satisfying cock.
Oh god, how have I gone this long in my life without experiencing this?
Now that I’ve discovered the sensation of what it feels like to be really fucked, I’m afraid I’ll want it every day, every moment, every—
He pulls out and thrusts back in.
My hips do a full roll against his groin and his hand at my ass squeezes.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans low.
“That’s the general idea,” I hiss out.
“Who’s got the smart mouth now?” he asks, and then he’s kissing me like he feels just as needy as me. Fuck, I love how his stubble feels against my lips.
And the thought that I could be making him feel even half of the sensations currently blooming outward and zapping up and down my nerve endings?
That amps it up another level.
I’m not there yet, though.
I can feel it there and how close it is. But I’m not at it yet.
God, I want it, though, with a single-minded devotion I haven’t wanted anything with ever in my whole life.