Chapter 15 – “Heavenly” - Cigarettes After Sex #2
“I think I liked you being the one to cause it,” I say breathlessly.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, grabbing his supplies as he walks around the chair. He changes his gloves, sanitizes my other breast, and pulls a fresh needle from a new pouch, along with a bar identical to the previous one.
“You’re doing a good job at remaining professional, Augustus,” I whimper as the cotton pad slides along my skin and the cool air pricks against my breast.
“Trust me, my thoughts are not professional.”
“I’d like to hear those thoughts.”
“I’ll be happy to tell you about them as soon as I…
” That familiar pain is blazing through my chest, my flesh on fire, tremors of it wracking my body and coiling in the center of my legs.
“Finish this.” He twists the jewelry against my nipple again before taking a step back and discarding his gloves.
“ Fuck . It hurt worse that time.”
August doesn’t respond, placing his tools down on the metal tray and sliding it away from us.
When he turns to me, his face is hard, his eyes flaming.
Grabbing my hand, he interlaces our fingers, bringing them to his abdomen.
He slides our hands down his stomach and presses them against the impressive bulge in his jeans.
My throat goes a little dry, the burn in my breasts temporarily forgotten as I let myself feel his hardness, his size.
“This is my very unprofessional reaction to your body, Elena.”
I lift my head, meeting his gaze as his eyes pierce right through me, laced with lust. August has never been this bold with me before, and I find every word spilling from his mouth right now to be enticing and addictive.
“I like you unprofessional,” I whisper. “I like you rough and feral.” Squeezing his cock, I add, “I like you hard.”
He steps around the chair, positioning himself at the center of it as he leans over me, placing his hands on the seat between my legs. He draws circles on my lower thighs with his pinkies, and the intimate touch has every atom in my body on alert.
“Are you in pain?” he asks, eyes darting to my chest behind his black glasses.
“A little.” Horny more than anything else, honestly. Not sure what that says about me.
He drops his head to my jaw, pressing his lips against it. I want to grab him and force him to my lips, but I’m afraid moving my arms might hurt, and it’s clear he’s on some sort of mission, one I’m desperate to watch unfold.
He drags his mouth down my throat and across my chest, careful not to touch my breasts, instead kissing and suckling the skin between them, moving over my stomach as he drops to his knees on the floor in front of me.
“I can help with that,” he whispers, fingers lightly skating over my jeans, like he’s waiting for permission.
“August,” I whisper, hardly able to catch my breath at the sight of him between my legs. “I… I normally can’t…” I can’t orgasm from oral. I never have. I’ve got specific needs that can’t always be met with a mouth alone, and if I’m taking too long to come, I feel like a nuisance.
Kneeling before me, August slips off his glasses and sets them on the tray beside him, revealing enough heat in his eyes to scorch my soul. “I may not get to have all your firsts, Elena, but this is one I’ll gladly claim—if you’ll let me.”
Fuck.
He’s so dark and possessive like this, a dichotomy to the soft and timid boy I’ve always known, almost as if it has been awakened in him, too. He’s unleashed, and all that pent up longing is zeroed in on me.
“I just… If I don’t come, don’t be upset.”
The corner of his mouth tilts. “Baby, I’ll make you come.
If I have to take up permanent residence in your pussy to feel it flood my face, I’ll happily move in right between these legs.
” He presses his lips to the denim over my thigh.
“I’ve spent a lifetime wanting to watch you fall apart beneath me. I don’t mind if you make me earn it.”
My breath hitches, and all I can do is nod. Rapidly. Desperately. I’m throbbing to know what he’ll feel like between my legs. His soft skin and its hint of stubble scraping along my thighs, his tongue against my clit, his fingers— goddamn . I need him now.
I reach for the button on my jeans, the burn across my chest a sudden reminder I am freshly pierced. August’s brows raise as I pop my pants and begin to unzip them, our fingers brushing as he takes over, lowering the zipper before dipping into my waistband and pushing them down my thighs.
“Lift those hips for me, Elena.” His voice is strained, like it’s pure torment to go another moment without his head between my legs. He moves as quickly as I do, desperate to remove the remainder of my clothing.
Peeling my jeans off, he tosses them to the floor behind him, turning back to soak me in. I’m entirely bare to him, still lying back in the chair as he sits on the floor below me. August takes his time tracing every inch of my exposed skin, almost as if he’s memorizing me.
“I’m going to draw this later,” he rasps, as if I voiced those thoughts aloud. “I’m going to immortalize you like this. Fucking perfection.”
Something like a whimper escapes my throat, and my knees snap together, rubbing to create friction, pressure—anything to provide relief for the need his gaze ignites in my core.
His hands shoot out, grasping my legs and spreading them back open.
His chest heaves, and his eyes go near black with lust as he lowers his gaze.
August slides one hand down my thigh, eliciting sparks in his wake, before he places a featherlight touch over my pussy.
He slides a finger through my slit, and my body jolts, toes curling and heart racing.
He licks his lips as he uses a second finger to split me open, lightly rubbing his thumb over my clit.
“August,” I sigh, back arching into his touch, desperate for more of it.
“Don’t rush me, Elena,” he commands. “I’m acquainting myself with this pretty little cunt of ours.” He smacks my center—light and swift, just enough to set my flesh aflame. “Mhmm. I’m going to take my time with this pussy, make sure we get to know each other real well.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, head falling back.
My eyes screw shut, fingers reaching for his soft curls, twisting in his hair. His lips move along my thigh, and I can’t stop myself from bucking upward, forcing his mouth toward me. He laughs against my skin before he finally gives me what I’ve been craving.
I cry out as his tongue swipes through my legs, settling over my clit. He flicks over me rapidly, and a roaring sensation flies from the tips of my toes to the sparks behind my eyelids as I call out his name.
He wraps his lips around my bud, moaning as he sucks it into his mouth, almost like he’s savoring me. I grip his hair, pressing his face harder against my core as I shamelessly force myself into his mouth, desperate for more pressure.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Fuck my face. I want the pain you give, too.”
I whimper at his words, the rise of ecstasy floating through my body. Chasing that peak I’m so rarely capable of achieving from clitoral stimulation alone, I gasp at the trembling in my limbs, so close to that edge I’m craving.
“Do you have any fucking clue how sweet your pussy is, Elena?” August slips his tongue into me, and it sends my back bowing off the chair, a moan tearing from my throat. “Fuck,” he pulls away, “I’m so hard for you. I’m fucking pulsating just from your taste alone. You are heavenly.”
I watch his hand disappear from my thigh and between his own legs. He moans, and the realization of the way I’m making him feel has my eyes rolling back, my toes curling, and my body buzzing. It’s not a chore to him, not something he’s doing for my benefit alone. He’s genuinely enjoying this.
“Keep those legs open, baby. You close them, I stop.” He removes the other hand holding my thigh in place, dragging it toward my center and teasing my opening with a finger.
He slowly slips it in, pumping a few times before adding another.
“Is this what you’ve been missing? Your needy cunt needs to be filled, doesn’t it? ”
Fuck. The mouth on this man is unreal.
“Yes,” I whisper, struggling to keep my legs open as my body quivers around him.
He pushes deep inside me, curling his fingers and massaging the place I need him most. The sounds falling from my mouth are inhuman, the way I thrust against his face obscene, and it’s when he wraps his mouth back around my clit that the elusive wave I’ve been chasing finally crashes against my skin, calming the fire in my veins.
Sparks light behind my eyes like exploding stars, and all my senses disappear as I black out in bliss.
There is only him, only the way he makes me feel.
I’m still rocking my hips against his face as the blindness fades and I return to earth.
He’s moaning, muttering something like “fuck” and “goddamn”, but I’m so lost in passion, I can hardly make out the sound.
Finally finding the strength to lift my head, I look down to find two blazing emeralds staring back at me, flaring as if the sight of me above him is something to commit to memory.
August moves from between my thighs, sitting back on his heels. He licks his lips, as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. There’s surprise in his eyes and a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
“That was…” Words are lost on me, but it’s my breath that’s stolen as August slowly stands and I take notice of the wet spot spread across the center of his jeans.
He bites his lip, running a hand through his hair before grabbing his glasses.
“Did you come?” I ask, lifting my gaze to meet his.
He swallows, face flushing brighter, and it might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “Can I be honest?”
I can’t believe he has the gall to ask, considering I’m splayed out naked beneath him, my release still dripping off his lips, and he just came in his pants. “I think we’re past asking that, Augustus.”
A hint of a smile accents his mouth as he shakes his head.
“This,” he motions toward me, “is the epitome of every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Seeing your body—inking it, piercing it, claiming you in any way I could…
those were all fantasies too. But fuck, Elena, never in my wildest dreams could I allow myself to imagine what you’d look like when you come, writhing on my face, moaning my name.
It was too painful—too far-fetched. I’ve fucked my hand to thoughts of you so many times.
Seeing you in the flesh like this?” He lets out a breath. “You didn’t even have to touch me.”
My heart thrashes against my ribcage as my mind fights for a response, but I’m not sure words exist for the way this feels. All my mouth is capable of producing is, “Come kiss me.”
He leans over the chair, positioning himself between my legs, careful of my fresh piercings and sore chest. As he presses his lips to mine, it’s wet and erotic and romantic and soft all at once.
“I can taste myself on you,” I whisper into his mouth. “I like it.”
He groans, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I bite down on his lower lip, sucking my climax away. “It tastes like you belong to me.”
“I’ve always belonged to you, Elena.”
I pull back, moving slowly as I take his face between my hands, forcing his gaze to mine. His eyes pull me in like gravity, and I fall headfirst into a kaleidoscope of green.
“I belong to you, too. I think I always have.”
He drops his forehead to mine, bringing one hand up to cup my face—a gesture so tender in comparison to everything else we’ve just done. A sigh leaves his lips, and the sound isn’t sated and content like I’d expect in this moment. It’s tormented, tortured, hesitant.
“Don’t tell me this is a one-time thing.” I laugh, but it falls flat.
August shakes his head against mine. “No, Elena. This is a forever thing.” His thumbs brush against my cheeks softly. “I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ve waited an eternity to have you like this, and I don’t want to let it go.”
“So don’t,” I whisper, grabbing his wrists.
“I don’t plan on it, but I’ve got to talk to my brother before we go any farther. I won’t have any part of you and me riddled with guilt over him.”
I don’t feel guilty at all. I closed the door on Zach and me the moment he closed the door to my apartment for the final time. And I padlocked it when I found out he has known for years how his brother felt about me—and manipulated us both to prevent me from choosing August.
Because if I had known, if I’d been given that choice to make, I would’ve chosen August. Every single fucking time.
Because even when my brain was left in the dark, my soul knew something deeper existed there.
He was where I felt safe, seen, and understood.
He was my other half—he still is—and no part of me will ever feel guilty for finally making the right choice where my heart is concerned.
But I nod anyway, because I know at the end of the day, they’re brothers, and while I know with certainty August will fight for us, I want his relationship with Zach to endure as little damage as possible.
“I understand.” I smile at him, caught in the maze of his gemstone eyes.
“I know you down to the depths of your soul, but I want more than that now. I want to know how you need to be loved. I want to learn how to keep you the right way, Elena.” His eyes light when he smiles back at me.
“I won’t touch you until I can talk to my brother.
I’m going to tell him you’re the love of my life, and now that you’ve given me a chance, I won’t let go of it.
I’m holding on with all I’ve fucking got, and until I can ensure he understands, I can’t touch you again. ”
“You’re already torturing me.” I laugh breathlessly. I do understand where he’s coming from, but as emotion builds behind my eyes, I realize he’s what I’ve been waiting for all this time. He’s the only person I’ll ever trust to love me the right way. “I want to learn how to love you, too.”
He presses his lips to my nose, and this time when he sighs against my skin, it’s full of relief and conviction—full of love. “When I love you for the first time, Elena, I’m going to do it right. I’m going to make sure it’s the last first time for both of us.”
Stealing a kiss from lips that seemed to have awakened the stars inside my soul, I whisper, “You’ll be worth the wait.”
“You’ve always been worth the wait,” he whispers back.