Chapter 19 – “Acquainted” - The Weeknd #2
A low groan vibrates against my center, and I’m pulsing at the feel of it.
August roughly moans again as he removes his fingers from inside me, and his mouth from my clit.
“Fuck,” he mutters, lips moving up my thigh and to my ass before he sinks his teeth into my cheek, giving it a firm slap.
“All you have to do is drip for me, and I’m coming. ”
Another whimper escapes me. I brace my hands on the edge of the sink, lowering my leg, and dropping my head as I try to catch my breath.
He pulls away, and fabric rustles as he tucks himself back into his pants.
I straighten my spine, expecting him to stand, but instead, his hands glide back up my legs, taking my dress with them, until I’m exposed once again.
“But I’m not completely satisfied yet, Little Vice.” He grabs my ass in each hand, and my breath hitches as he spreads me open. “I need to know if any other man has ever played with this ass—been inside it.”
I swallow hard. “N… No.” The word snakes through my teeth, choked and trembling.
He grunts in approval, clearing his throat just before he spits between my spread cheeks. I gasp, body flying forward, but his arm wraps around my front, holding me steady. He slowly stands, his body brushing against mine with the movement.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror—sated and blazing. His jaw clenches, studying my reaction as his hand slides between my cheeks, circling around my tight, now wet, hole. I can’t catch my breath as he teases it, my jaw trembling as it strains to stay shut.
In a flash, he grabs his glasses, pulling them from my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
I watch myself comply, and it’s almost as if I’m floating outside my body, a mere spectator to the show that he and I put on. I realize he is still holding my panties, eyes widening as he replaces his glasses, slipping the fabric past my parted lips.
“I need you to watch yourself come this time, but we can’t risk anyone hearing us, can we?”
I shake my head.
His laugh is smooth against my skin as he slides his glasses back on before dropping his head and grazing my jaw with his teeth, hand sliding down my neck to take my throat in his grasp. He squeezes once—hard enough to make me sputter around the fabric between my lips before he loosens his grip.
Saliva pools in my mouth, and I taste the mix of my arousal and his release. It’s thick as I swallow, and I know he feels my throat bob beneath his palm.
“How do we taste?”
I moan because I can’t answer any other way.
“I know, baby.” With his other hand, he presses into my ass with one finger, just lightly. “I want your ass, Elena. I want what no one else has ever had.”
His breath fans over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that pools in my core. Our eyes lock in the mirror, there are unspoken words behind that sentence—words that neither of us want to address aloud.
“I want to stretch it, fuck it, come inside it and watch my release drip from you afterward. Do you think you’d like that?”
I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never tried ass play.
Never trusted anyone enough to do so, but fuck, I want to try everything with August. I want to submit to him wholly, offer him my body, because he’s long owned my soul.
I want to relinquish my control to him. Let go of the shackles tied to my desires, because in our basest form, he’s as depraved as I am.
Inside our own darkness, we’re safe enough to embrace it.
Maybe we were made for each other after all.
I nod frantically.
“Do you think you can come like this?” he asks, pressing his finger deeper.
A cry leaves my throat, muffled by the panties in my mouth. I nod again.
His lips brush the shell of my ear, dragging down my neck and resting at the tattoo he placed on me so many years ago.
“I’m going to add a second finger. I want you to slip a hand between your pretty thighs and play with your clit for me, okay?
We’re going to watch through the mirror as I make you fall apart while I finger-fuck your ass. ”
I groan, my head lolling against his shoulder as my lids flutter, all the sensation in my body rushing to where he presses inside me. His broad hand squeezes my neck again, and I’m gasping, eyes flying open.
“You’ve gotta look, too, baby. Now touch yourself like I told you to.”
He slowly adds the second finger, giving my body the time to stretch around it.
I’m incredibly full—blazing and buzzing—as he begins to pump his fingers inside me.
My hand slides between my legs, strumming over my hyper-sensitive clit.
I know it won’t take much to make me come again, and as August and I match each other’s pace, bringing me back to the edge, I focus my gaze on his face.
His full lips parted, the breath that filters through them is warm and heavy as it lands at my neck, chills biting my spine at the feel.
His emerald eyes burn through a thousand shades of green behind his glasses as they bore through mine.
I’m transfixed by him—his beauty, his touch, his taste.
The contrast of rough dominance and soft caress, the whiplash of his dichotomies driving me to the brink of delicious insanity.
“Get there, Elena,” he rasps, still fixated on my face. His tone is almost begging when he continues, “I want to see you break for me.”
I circle my clit faster, and as my tempo rises, he matches it with the movement in my ass.
Pleasure pools deep inside me, heat coiling before my body goes taut, and that ecstasy bursts.
The moment it hits me, my legs buckle, but August’s knee falls between them, keeping me in place.
My body goes slack, muffled screams clawing their way out of me.
My hand slows as I ride out my orgasm, and August eases his movements before pulling his hand from my ass. I slump in his arms, entirely drained.
“Atta girl. So good for me.” He drags his lips over my tattoo, nipping at the skin. Moving his hands to wrap around my waist, he holds me up, becomes my strength. “My chaos. My addiction. My little vice,” he whispers.
I preen at his praise, suddenly desperate for more of it. His touch is soft when he gently grabs my chin, directing my gaze back to the mirror. “Look how pretty you are after I’ve made you come. How breathtaking you look when you submit to me.”
I swallow as he pulls my panties from my mouth and takes a step back, pocketing them.
He makes quick work of washing his hands, smoothing down my wild hair, and adjusting my dress.
Nothing is going to hide the flush in either of our cheeks, but he swipes a thumb under each of my eyes to remove my smeared makeup.
“You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” That hand cups my cheek, and he brushes over my lip. “But you’re beyond words when you’re wearing the glow only I can give you, the beauty that belongs only to me.”