Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
SINCLAIR
S omehow August gets rid of my sweatpants and panties in mere seconds, leaving me naked beneath him. He’s still got on his boxer briefs, his dick straining against the front, and he nudges it against me every chance he gets, driving me out of my mind as he kisses me. Devours me.
We’re hungry for each other and I blame the serious conversation we just had. How he apologized and admitted his wrongdoing, which I don’t think is something that comes easily for him. But he did it for me.
August does a lot of things for me, I’m realizing. Like telling Tim to leave. I am so tired of dealing with a hopeful Tim, and it’s difficult for me to be mean toward him. He didn’t do anything wrong, but he’s so persistent. He doesn’t give up. I can’t help it that I don’t like him in that way.
Maybe now finally, Tim will get the hint.
I lose myself in August’s hands. His mouth. The press of his cock against my drenched pussy. I want the boxer briefs off, desperate to feel skin on skin contact, and when I reach for the waistband, he pauses in his movements, pulling his mouth from mine to look at me .
“I didn’t bring a condom.”
Disappointment floods me. “I don’t have any.”
“Would your roommate have some?” He glances over at Elise’s bed.
“Maybe?” I shove at him a little and he rolls over on his side so I can get off the bed. I glance around, pushing my hair out of my face and trying to figure out where she’d keep them. She doesn’t have a nightstand since we use the mini fridge for one instead and I don’t want to go through her drawers. That’s such an invasion of privacy. “I don’t know.”
I turn to look at August, admiring the view for a moment despite the fact I’m standing in the middle of my room completely naked. He’s got the comforter bunched around his waist and I stare at the glory that is his sculpted chest. “Do you work out?” I blurt like an idiot, only faintly mortified thanks to the genuine smile that stretches across his face.
“Well…yeah. I don’t play any sports but I do go to the gym with Cyrus.”
“Is he your best friend?”
“One of my only friends.” The grin fades. “Why are we talking about Cyrus? Get your ass over here.”
He flips the comforter back and pats the mattress.
Hesitating, I remain standing in the middle of my room, both dying to go to him and reluctant to make this step. It feels like a commitment, and it also feels vaguely dangerous. He wants to have sex with me and I want to have sex with him, but we don’t have condoms and I’m not on any sort of birth control. This is risky.
There’s a small part of me that wants to turn him away but the bigger, greedier part of me wants to return to the bed with him and see what happens.
The greedy side wins and I climb into bed with him, letting him tuck me beneath him, his mouth finding mine yet again. The way he kisses me is like a drug, pulling me under, making me lose all cohesive thought and I drown in him for a moment, only rising back to the surface when his fingers slide between my thighs, gently stroking me.
“Fucking so wet like always,” he mutters against my lips, a pleased grunt sounding from him when he slips two fingers inside me with ease. “And so tight. I’m dying to fuck your delicious little cunt, Sin.”
His words make me shiver. I love it when he uses the word cunt, which means I’m screwed up. I’m sure of it.
“Then do it.” My voice trembles the slightest bit at my invitation and I hope I don’t regret this choice.
He pulls away slightly to look into my eyes, his expression deadly serious. “Are you sure?”
I nod, trying to hide the fear that wants to sweep over me. I’m worried once we do it like this, we won’t be able to stop. It’ll feel too good, too right.
“I’ll pull out before I come.” He positions me beneath him, tugging me into place as he rises up on one hand, palm braced against my pillow as the other wraps around the base of his cock and he guides himself inside me. “Oh, fucking hell, you feel so good like this.”
Slowly he pushes in further and I close my eyes, bracing for it. Still stiff and a little sore from what we did over the weekend. My body accommodates him easily and when he’s buried to the hilt inside me, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding, sending him even deeper.
“It’s going to be hard, keeping myself under control.” He says this like a warning to me and himself as he grits his teeth. “You’re so hot and tight.”
I readjust myself, wrapping my legs around his hips and sending him even deeper and that’s what does it. He begins to pump inside me, a steady in and out that has me moaning every time he nearly pulls out. The drag of his cock within my body, the pause before he plunges back inside is delicious. I rock against him, arching my hips, moving with him in a perfect rhythm that has the two of us breathing hard. Sweating. The slap of our bodies connecting fills the room and I hang on to him, moaning when he dips his head and puts his mouth on mine.
I lose all track of time when he kisses me like this. Fucks me like this. When he slips his hand between our bodies and touches my clit, I gasp, not realizing I was close until that very minute. He strokes and teases my clit, pressing little circles against it until I’m a whimpering, moaning mess, overcome with the orgasm that sweeps over me. He drives into me faster and faster, his fingers still working their magic and another gasp leaves me when his hand falls away from me and he pulls out with a groan.
The first splatter of semen hits my stomach and I open my eyes to find him jerking his cock with his fist, his eyes closed, every muscle in his body standing out in definition as he strains with his orgasm. More semen splashes onto my stomach and I watch him in complete fascination, my own body heaving with the aftereffects of what he did to me.
When he’s finished, he finally opens his eyes, blinking me into focus. I lie there like a content cat, stretching my body, the sensation of his semen running across my skin, but I don’t mind.
I kind of like it.
“I made a mess.” He stares at my stomach before lifting his gaze to mine. “I told you once that you made a mess and tried to kick you out of my room.”
“I remember.” I touch the warm, thick cum, tracing lazy circles across my skin with it. “You’re the worst.”
“You still think so?” He arches a brow.
I nod. “I know so.”
“Insulting me will result in you getting punished, you know.” His tone is a warning that has my pussy clenching in anticipation.
I miss mean August. How twisted is that? But I do. I like it when he’s sweet and gentle with me but I absolutely love it when he’s awful toward me.
Does that mean I’m fucked up? Maybe so.
“What’s my punishment?”
“I should spank your ass.” He hesitates, and when I stare into his eyes, I see a devilish gleam form there. “And finger it.”
Lifting my hips, I try to buck him off me and he goes willingly, rolling off the bed and glancing around the room. “You have a towel in here?”
I point at the pile of towels that are sitting in the plastic laundry basket on the other side of my desk. “I just did laundry.”
He grabs one and comes back to the bed, standing beside it. He drops the towel on my stomach. “Clean yourself up.”
His demanding tone has me moving fast, wiping at the remaining semen on my stomach before I toss the towel on the floor.
“Roll over,” he commands and I do as he says, rearranging myself so I flop onto my stomach, wagging my ass at him, eager for him to do as he promised.
August climbs onto the bed, settling his back against the wall that my bed rests against. “I don’t punish girls who want it this bad.” His smile is smug as he drags his fingers back and forth across my ass cheeks, tickling me and making me giggle. “Seriously, Sin. You’re way too happy about this.”
“I want it.” I lift my hips, my butt rising, and he slips his hand lower, his fingers sliding with ease into my soaking wet pussy. A groan leaves me when he teasingly pushes in and out, my inner walls trying to grasp around his fingers and keep him there. “Please, August.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He removes his fingers from inside my pussy and drifts them up, barely grazing my puckered hole. I suck in a breath at the sensation, spreading my thighs wider so he can have better access.
He teases my crack with one finger, up and down. Slow and easy and making me shiver. I close my eyes and melt into the mattress, savoring the sensations of his touch, tensing up immediately when he tries to press his finger inside.
“Relax,” he croons, his finger going still. “Come on, baby. You can take this.”
Breathing deep, I will my muscles to relax, trying to calm my still racing heart. He works his finger farther, until he’s knuckle deep and I cry out at the sting of pain.
“Keep still,” he demands, keeping his finger inside me as he somehow maneuvers himself so he’s lying between my spread thighs, his mouth landing right on my pussy.
I cry out for a different reason, his tongue sweeping all over my sensitive flesh, making me quiver. He misses no spots, licking me thoroughly as he slips his finger deeper inside and starts to move it. I press my face into the mattress, a tiny spiral of shame streaking through me at what he’s doing. How good it feels.
How much I like it.
He can’t get to my clit but it doesn’t matter. I’m coming in minutes because of the forbidden thing he’s doing to me. He won’t let up either, his face pressed against me the entire time, his finger still buried in my asshole, tongue fucking me until I’m practically crying, begging him to stop.
Eventually he crawls off the bed, standing in the middle of my dorm room stark naked and with his cock erect and ready to go again. “I’m a fucking disaster. I need to wash my hands.”
I start giggling all over again, rolling over onto my back so I can stare at the ceiling. “The bathroom is down the hall.”
“What the fuck—I hate dorm buildings.” He slips on his jeans and strides out of my room without a care in the world. I can’t imagine what some of the people in my dorm building are thinking as a shirtless August Lancaster moves down the hallway with no access to the bathroom that he so desperately wants. And he doesn’t have a key.
I’m throwing my clothes back on and slip on some shoes, not bothering with my bra or panties when the door swings open and—oh God—Elise enters the room. She immediately comes to a stop when she sees me, throwing her backpack on the floor and sniffing the air.
“It smells like sex in here,” she declares, her narrowed gaze landing on me. “And you look like you just got laid.”
My face heats up and I shrug. “I need to go.”
There’s a rapid-fire knock on the door and since my roommate is closest, she goes and answers it. August walks in, still shirtless, doing a double take when he spots a gaping Elise standing in front of him. “Oh shit. When did you get back?”
“Were you banging Sinclair just now?” she asks, resting her hands on her hips.
My face has to be flaming red.
“As a matter of fact, I was.” He sends me a smirk that makes my insatiable pussy flutter. I have a serious problem. Maybe I’m a sex addict?
More like an August addict.
Elise can’t speak. I don’t think she expected him to answer truthfully.
“We’re leaving.” He swivels his gaze onto me. “Come on, Sin. Let’s go back to my place.”
Sending Elise a helpless look, I grab my phone and August takes my hand, dragging me out of my room. Well, that’s not entirely true.
I leave willingly because of course I do.