Chapter 26 #3
Exposed to him, I don’t feel vulnerable. I feel beautiful, sexy. And needy. My legs move restlessly.
“You’re wearing too much,” I point out and trace a line along his chest. He has a smattering of hair across his pecs, and when I touch him, his tan nipples bead tight.
August captures my roving hand, holding it against his chest. “You want to see me, Pen?”
His hard cock strains the limits of the blue boxer briefs he still has on, pulling the fabric away from his tight abs. I try not to look too hungry as I nod. But I don’t think I fool him. His grin widens. “Greedy girl. I’ll let you have anything you want.”
I want it all.
“Pants off,” I say, earning a laugh.
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, August tugs off his boxers with a swift move.
In a blink they’re across the room. I don’t see them land; my attention is on him.
He’s so hard it appears almost angry, flushed ruddy and pulsing.
And very thick. I’ve seen dicks before. But not in real life.
And not his. For a second, it hits me that August Luck is sprawled out next to me utterly naked and clearly very turned on. The idea makes me a little dizzy.
I snuggle closer, pressing my chest against his, and he grunts low in his throat, his big hand settling on my hip.
He’s warm and solid. I love the feel of his skin against mine.
The topography of his body is a revelation: smooth, hard, hot, alive.
The smattering of hair on his chest, the tight beads of his nipples .
. . so many textures. All of it mine to touch.
Between us, his dick moves as if waving for attention.
“Can I touch it?” I’m whispering, though I’m not sure why. It simply feels momentous.
“I’m going to have to insist,” he says with a small, pained smile.
I notice again how much it’s costing him to go slow. He’s fairly shaking now. Wanting to soothe, I run my hand down his chest then head downwards. His breath hitches as I brush my fingers over the smooth crown of him.
My gaze darts between his eyes and his cock.
“It’s so soft.”
He lifts a brow.
“The skin, I mean. Silky. And warm.” I wrap my hand around him and stroke lightly, loving how his hips jerk and twitch.
When he manages to speak, it comes out in a ragged rasp. “Feels pretty hot to me, Sweets.”
“I like this.” I pump his hard flesh. “I like your cock.”
“Good. He likes you too. A lot.” He’s starting to pant now, his head falling weakly to the side as he watches me play. Hot spots of color rise on his cheeks.
“I’ll be sure to give him lots of attention.”
“What you’re doing is a good start.” He licks his lips, his hips jerking again. “Yes, just like that.”
I can feel the blood pulse just beneath the surface. He’s rock-hard and yet so alive. “It’s getting harder.”
“You’re very affectionate. He’s gonna show his appreciation.” August sucks in a breath and shivers. “Ah, Christ.” He grasps my wrist, halting my movements and looks at me a bit wildly.
“No good?” I ask, worried. I might have gotten carried away. I had no idea how much I’d like touching his dick. It’s lovely—although he probably wouldn’t want to be called that. Strong and hot. Touching him turns me on too.
August shakes his head, all flushed and agitated. “No, it’s perfect. God. Just . . . Too much right now.”
“I thought desperate was good.”
“For you,” he says, rolling over me to find my mouth with hot, searching kisses. “For me, it’s over before we really start.”
I make a dubious hum, but he’s kissing me again and it scatters all thoughts of arguing.
These kisses are different too. The way his lips coax mine, playing and searching.
It’s as though he’s telling me a story, showing me how much he wants me.
His tongue is slick and when it slides along mine, delves into my mouth, I feel it everywhere.
I love it. I love how he tilts his head to get deeper, the soft gravelly noises he makes in his throat.
I love the taste of his mouth and the silkiness of his lips.
Half sprawled over my chest, August kisses me like it’s his passion, what he was made for.
His fingers toy with my hair, trace along my neck.
When I run out of breath, he meets my gaze with soft tender eyes, then ducks his head to taste me again.
It feels like I’m floating and the only thing that grounds me is him.
The world falls away as he maps the dips and curves of my body with his mouth and hands.
So gentle. But also hungry, each touch becoming a little more.
I reach out, smoothing my hand down the hard arc of his side, but he’s moving down, trailing open-mouthed kisses over my belly.
Big hands ease my thighs apart. For a second, I hesitate, peering at him.
He rests his chin on my hip and looks up at me with a tender expression.
“You’re going to like this part,” he says. Long fingers stroke my skin, coaxing. “I promise.”
“I like everything you do.”
That pleases him. He kisses the spot just above my mound. “Only if you want to, baby.”
“I do. But what if . . .” I lick my lips. “What if it isn’t attractive?”
Augusts pauses for a moment as if absorbing what I said, then a smile unfurls. “Oh, sweet Pen, that isn’t possible.” Holding my gaze, he spreads me wide. My chest rises and falls with light, agitated breaths, while down below, my sex feels swollen, hot, and oh so ready for his attention.
When he lowers his gaze, his expression turns rapt. “Oh, honey. You are so fucking pretty.” Hot breath gusts over my sensitized skin. “A glistening rose of perfection.”
I almost giggle. Only he kisses said rose just then.
“Oh!” I clench the sheets as he does it again. And again. He could do this forever. Nothing has felt better. The flat of his tongue licks along my labia, and I groan, closing my eyes to soak in the sensation. The crafty devil hums in appreciation, the vibration moving through me.
“I guess she likes it,” he murmurs against my flesh.
I grab his head and hold him there. Even that feels like sin.
A warm chuckle rumbles between my legs. And then he commits the whole of his talent to the task, licking, kissing, sucking.
I feel it everywhere, slippery, slick, white-hot lust. Heat washes over my skin, plucks at my nipples, bites along my thighs.
I’m babbling, pulling at his hair, losing my mind.
A long, thick finger sinks into me and crooks, rubbing a spot that has me jolting as though touched by a live wire.
“There it is.” Slowly, he eases his finger in and out. Adds another. “That’s it. So beautiful. Take, Sweets. Open for me. You’re doing so well.”
He presses a kiss on my clit. Then sucks it. A choked cry gets caught in my throat as I writhe and the orgasm rolls in like a great wave—something I’d read about but never fully believed.
I’m a believer now.
And all I can do is whimper, reach for him as he brings me round with tender kisses, whispering what a good girl I am, how good I taste.
His expression is one of satisfaction as he makes his way back up, sliding his long body over mine.
Weakly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down.
I taste myself on him as I show my appreciation with a hungry kiss.
“I want more.” The words come out feverish, my hands roving along the hard caps of his shoulders.
I’m stuck on pure need now. “I want you, August. Only you.”
He tenses for a moment, then eats at my mouth the way he ate at my sex.
We’re frantic with it. Hands coast over skin.
Legs intertwine. He rests more of his weight on me.
Suddenly he’s there, between my thighs, his dick pressed against my wet, needy sex.
The feel of it has us both pausing. Inky strands of hair fall over his brow as he stares down at me with wide eyes. I stare back, my heart pounding.
It’s time. I’m nervous, excited, breathless.
Panting, he touches his forehead to mine. “All good?”
“So good.” My hands move to his waist. His skin is fever flushed and damp. He trembles with restraint as his hips slowly move, sliding that hot brand up and down, teasing me. And I ache, deep inside, an empty ache that needs to be filled, pushed, claimed . . . I never knew . . .
Soft lips touch mine. “You want this, Penelope?”
The way he says my name, reverently, darkly. I swallow thickly, my pulse fluttering, my body trembling. “Yes. Please, August. I need . . .”
A groan tears from him, and he flexes his hips until the wide round crown of him notches into my opening. It feels huge and just there. It’s all I can think about.
A gentle nudge pushes him just a bit more. He hasn’t breached me yet, and I’m beginning to worry he won’t be able to. But he holds the course, working himself slowly in. His head dips until our cheeks touch.
“You can do this,” he whispers. “You can do this.”
“Are you talking to me? Because I believe you.”
I feel him smile against my cheek. “That was for me. Call it a motivational speech.”
“You need a motivational speech?” I squirm, widen my thighs. And he swallows convulsively before lifting his head. His eyes are dark, his expression pained.
“Penny love, feel here.” He sets my palm on the center of his chest where the beating of his heart races fast and hard. “I’m strong of will but really fucking weak of flesh right now. I want you so badly. And, frankly, the reality of you is so much better than any fantasies I’ve had.”
I grin wide enough to feel it in my cheeks. “You’ve had fantasies about me?”
“So many.” He kisses my mouth. “Now, pay attention.”
Desire becomes buoyant. “Yes, August.”
“It’s your first time. Finesse is called for here, and I’m afraid I might lose it and just plow the fuck out of you.”
“Honestly, both those scenarios sound good.”
A low groan vibrates in his throat. “Pen . . . I’m trying to be good, and you’re killing my resolve.”
A giggle bubbles out of me, soft and warm. I love this. Love that, even now, we can talk, that he can make me feel safe and joyful. I trace his brow with the tip of my finger. “August?”
“Yes, Penelope?”
“I want you so much.”
A whimpering moan tears from him, and he rests his cheek against mine. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Then you weren’t thinking very clearly.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s breathing erratically now. My own breath hitches. “Stop worrying and fuck me— Ah . . . Oh, that’s . . .”
He pushes, the invasion thick and wide. I feel it all the way down my thighs. I feel it in my core, my belly. It’s . . . He pulls back, then pushes in deeper.
God. I had no idea.
He does it again, and again, slowly working himself in and out.
The wet sounds of us joining, the way every breach and retreat fills and empties me, the movement of his body against mine, it’s overwhelming, and yet I need it more and more.
My legs wrap around his hips, and he sinks ever deeper, groaning as though in pain as I cling to his shoulders.
Our breath syncs, our gazes colliding. I never . . . He’s in me, I’m taking him. It’s . . . everything. I moan, start to move, my hips rising to meet his.
“That’s it,” he says, panting. “Like that.”
A whimper escapes. I clutch him tight, urging him harder, faster. It doesn’t feel strange anymore. It feels necessary.
“August.”
“I’m here.” His mouth moves over mine, not quite a kiss now; we’re too focused on other things. “I’m here, baby. You’re so perfect. So good.”
I find the crook of his neck, kiss and lick the spot where his pulse races.
And he whispers words of encouragement and adulation.
Cool waves wash over me followed by intense heat.
I shiver, fevered with it. Everything is twisting tighter and tighter.
My breasts sway against his chest, nipples tight and sensitive.
Pleasure hurts now. A good, clenching pain that makes me writhe. I’m panting, babbling, I don’t know.
But he has me. Big hands cup my head, cradle me close as he pumps faster, almost frantic now, his hips circling, grinding my swollen clit.
“Baby.” His eyes find mine. “Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know.” I feel heavy with pleasure but also like I’m flying. It’s so good. “I . . .”
He dips his head, hot mouth finding my nipple.
I arch, a groan tearing out of me as he sucks, opening his mouth wide to pull as much of me in as he can and thrusts his dick at an angle that hits some spot .
. . Lightning-hot lust streaks along my breast, down into my sex. Pleasure explodes outward. A supernova.
I lose myself. I lose him. There is only here and now. Feeling.
I swell outward and then break apart. A thousand stars.
And then so does he.
I feel the power of him as he comes undone. It feeds me. I come again, screaming my pleasure.
Looking into his eyes, I see the amazed shock, same as mine.
As though he’s thinking the same thing.
I never knew.