Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
SINCLAIR
M y entire body is shaking from nerves and excitement and I have a major moment of regret, doing what he said. Meeting him in this bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror while I wait for him, running through all the reasons this is a terrible idea.
More than anything, it’s a mistake, a massive mistake. He doesn’t care about me. He’s using me because there’s probably some small part of him that gets off knowing that the guy who’s actually interested in me is waiting for me outside while I’m in here with August. Alone.
The moment he slips into the bathroom, I freeze, my gaze catching his in the mirror. He appears completely unaffected, turning the lock into place while he continues to watch me and my heart is beating so frantically, I’m afraid he might be able to hear it.
This is bad. So so bad.
Despite knowing this entire situation is bad, anticipation flows slow as thick honey through my veins, leaving me languid instead of tense. I didn’t have a sip of alcohol tonight, yet I feel drunk. Drunk on the emotions coursing through my blood and spinning in my head. What exactly does he want to do to me? How is he going to do it? How is he going to make me come so hard I’ll see stars?
I can’t wait to find out—no. I can’t find out. I need to walk out of here. Now.
“I don’t think I can go through with this,” I whisper.
He doesn’t react whatsoever. Just watches me with that contemptuous expression on his face. Like he’s disappointed by what I’m saying. I’m sure he is.
“I’m going to leave,” I continue.
He chuckles and steps away from the door that he was blocking. “Go ahead.”
I remain where I stand, my hands braced on the counter behind me, shivers slowly taking over my body. I don’t move and he knows he’s got me where he wants me, slowly approaching like a cat toying with a mouse, until he’s standing so close to me, my chest brushes his every time I take a breath.
“You haven’t left.” He states the obvious.
“I’m going to.” I take a deep breath. “Right now.” My exhale is shaky, giving away my nerves.
August settles his hand on my waist, light enough that I could slip away from him if I wanted. He takes another step forward, our feet becoming tangled with each other, and when he dips his head, I close my eyes and tilt my head back, waiting for the sweet sensation of his mouth brushing mine.
It doesn’t happen. Disappointment floods me and I open my eyes to find him watching me carefully. Close enough that I can make out every tiny pore on his face. The faint scar just at the corner of his lips. Those lips part, his gaze searching, and I’m enthralled with the fact that his face is perfectly smooth. Not a patch of skin was missed when he shaved and I want to touch him. See if his skin is as smooth as it looks.
“I shouldn’t kiss you,” he murmurs. “I should make you wait. ”
“Why?” I breathe, dismayed at what he’s saying. That’s what I was most looking forward to.
Oh God, I am seriously going to hell for what I’m doing right now. On a date with one boy and letting another one—I seriously cannot refer to August Lancaster as a boy , what is wrong with me—touch me. Wanting him to actually kiss me.
“You’ve tortured me all fucking night with your taunting words and the scent of your hair.”
I blink at him, shocked by his words. “Wait, what?”
He ignores my question and presses his face against my neck, making me moan the moment his lips make contact with my sensitive skin. I keep my grip tight on the tiled edge of the bathroom counter, my eyes falling closed the moment I feel his tongue sneak out for a lick.
Oh. God. What is he doing to me?
“You’re a bad girl, Sin,” he whispers against my throat, his fingers sliding up, settling just under my chin and jaw, his entire hand wrapped around the front of my neck. “Sneaking into the bathroom with me while your date waits for you.”
Guilt crashes over me and I’m about to pull away when he settles his other hand between my legs, cupping me there like he owns it and even through the thick denim of my jeans, I can feel him. My clit pulsates, eager to feel his bare fingers on my flesh, and I wonder if that’s going to happen.
I hope so.
“Undo your jeans for me. Show me what you’ve got.” His deep, rough voice seems to reach right inside me, making me quiver, and without hesitation, I release my hold on the counter and unsnap and unzip my jeans, my fingers fumbling with eagerness. He removes his hand from me to get out of my way and the fly of my jeans flops open, showing off my very basic, very boring black cotton panties.
August takes a step away from me, his gaze dropping to my crotch, his gaze going molten hot. There is no warning for what he does next. Just slides those long, thick fingers into the front of my jeans, cupping me there again, but this time there’s only a thin cotton barrier between his hand and me.
I jerk against his palm with a gasp, my eyes falling closed, and he removes his hand, leaving me bereft. “Open your eyes, Sin. Watch me.”
My eyelids are heavy, but I open them, ensnared by the darkness of his gaze, my lips falling open when those fingers slide back in. Beneath my panties now, touching my bare flesh. Tangling in my scant pubic hair. He pauses, a frown appearing on his stupidly beautiful face.
“You don’t wax your pussy?”
I slowly shake my head, unable to form words. There is no point for me to wax or anything like that. No one has ventured down south save for me.
“Next time I see you, I want this cunt completely bare. Not a single hair left behind.” He presses against my lower lips, spreading them open with two fingers and sinking into nothing but embarrassing wetness. “Look at you. Soaked, despite your hatred for me.”
I hate him. I do. Calling my vagina a cunt and demanding I shave it bald for him. Who the hell does he think he is? I refuse to do anything that he asks again because this was a huge mistake. One I might never come back from because God, the guilt. The guilt swarms all around me, enveloping me completely, and I sway against him, my head falling back, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
August removes his hand from inside my panties and drops to his knees in front of me, taking my jeans down with him. I almost scream, the move is so shocking and when I glance down at him, he grins the evilest smile that I’ve ever seen in my life as he slowly eases my underwear down. His focus returns to what he’s revealing, my panties sliding down past my hips until they’re about mid-thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he demands and I comply like the weak, stupid girl I am, and oh God, his mouth is on me. On my pussy. His tongue and his lips and his teeth doing something to me that has my legs shaking and my hands settling on top of his head. I sink my fingers into his soft hair, holding him to me, and he doesn’t seem to mind as he eats at me. Licks and sucks with such infinite precision, I’m already on the verge of orgasm.
His tongue flutters over my clit. Circling it. Sucking it between his lips while I pant like I’ve just run a thousand miles. The sounds of our breathing and the rustling of our clothing fills the room, as well as the scent of my pussy, and I open my eyes for a moment, watching his head move between my thighs.
I will never forget this. The time I snuck into a bathroom at a football game with August Lancaster and watched him go down on me. Never, ever, never.
As if he can sense me watching, he tilts his head back and pulls away from me slightly, his eyes gleaming with pure satisfaction and his lips covered with my juices. “Want to come?”
I nod.
“Ask nicely.” He drifts his fingers down the inside of one thigh, making me quake. “Use your voice, Sin. Tell me what you want.”
This asshole. He would make me ask. “I want to come.”
He leans in closer, his lips literally brushing against the sensitive flesh between my thighs. “What was that?”
“I want to—” I clear my throat. “Make me come.”
“You didn’t ask nicely.” He traces the very tip of his tongue over my clit, sending a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body. “Be polite, Sin. I know you’ve got it in you.”
“Please,” I choke out and he smiles. The rat bastard has me exactly where he wants me and good god, I’m enjoying it.
What’s wrong with me?
“Beg, pretty girl. I want to hear you cry and sob for it.” He slides his fingers up my thigh, drifting them back and forth along my slit before he presses deeper. Penetrating me with one finger, he keeps his movements slow. As if he’s trying to be careful. When he adds another one and pumps them lightly inside my extremely tight, virginal pussy, I reach for the counter behind me, worried I might fall to the floor.
“Does that hurt?” he croons. “You’re a virgin, right?”
I don’t say anything and he stretches me wider by adding another finger, making me wince. “Can you take it like a big girl? ”
A big girl? He sounds like he’s mocking me and I hate it.
I hate him.
“Shut up,” I say, my voice trembling, my eyes falling closed.
His fingers pause and oh God, he spreads them wider, stretching me fully until I’m crying out. “See? It hurts your little virginal cunt, doesn’t it? And I’m going to keep doing it until you beg me to use my mouth. I want to hear you cry, Sin. I want you to say my name and beg for me to fuck you with my tongue. And only then will I stop.”
He thrusts those fingers deeper inside me, as far as he can go, and suddenly, I’m crying. The tears are streaming down my face and my entire pussy aches but not in a terrible way. There’s something pleasurable accompanying the pain and I’m starting to wonder if I’m in shock.
“Please, please, please.” I’m begging. Sobbing, just like he wanted. “Please stop. Fuck me with your tongue, August. I’m begging you.”
In an instant, he removes his fingers from inside me and his mouth is back on my flesh, using his tongue to search my folds. Licking and sucking them between his lips before focusing all of his attention on my clit. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to slam into me and I’m coming with a shout, crying out his name while my pussy convulses uncontrollably. Wave after wave slams into me, making it hard to speak. To see. To think and all the while he keeps his mouth on me, letting me ride out the climax on his tongue until I’m slumped against the counter, my knees threatening to give out on me.
August removes his mouth from my pussy and grips my hips, pinning me against the counter as if he knows I’m about to melt onto the floor. My harsh breaths are the only thing I can hear and I almost miss it when he leans in and drops the softest kiss to my thigh before he rises to his full height, towering over me.
“You’re a mess.” He sounds faintly disgusted and when I peer up at him, I realize he looks…annoyingly un ruffled. Not a hair out of place. His clothes are neat and even his mouth, which was just all up in my business and should be covered in my juices, looks normal. “Get yourself cleaned up.”
I blink at him, shocked he could be so rude after what he did to me, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This is just so…August Lancaster of him. He’s staying on brand and I wonder if I should be grateful because at least it means he’s consistent.
Swallowing hard, I glare at him. “You won’t help me?”
His expression turns smug. “Of course not. Who do you think I am? A saint?” He leans in close and that’s when I smell it. The scent of me is all over him. “Next time, Sin, you’re going to suck me off. And I’m going to come down your throat. Multiple times. Get ready for me.”
Before I can respond, he’s exited the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind him. I glance around the white-tiled room, my head spinning, my clit still throbbing and I wonder for a moment if that really happened.
Glancing down at myself, I see my stretched-out panties sagging around my knees, resting on top of my jeans, which are bunched around my calves and I know that yes. Yes, it happened.
And I don’t know what to do about it.