Chapter 6
6
Tripp
I t’s a little after six when I hear a knock at the door. Confused, because my roommate isn’t home and I never have company, I pad across the floor, wishing, not for the first time, that this apartment had a freaking peep hole. What kind of door doesn’t have one of those in this day and age?
Pulling it open, my heart thuds against my ribs as I take in the last person I ever expected to be standing on my front porch. Tall frame, golden tan skin, hazel eyes that look like honey in this light, and a flirty grin on his lips. Biting down on my molars, I square my shoulders, attempting to appear unfazed by the asshole cowboy standing before me.
“How did you find me?” I ask, brows knitting the longer I look at him.
“Well, hello to you too, sweetheart,” August drawls as he rudely brushes past me into my house like he has every right to.
“Are you stalking me?” Slamming the door shut behind me, I walk farther into the house, watching with befuddlement as he makes himself cozy on the sofa in the living room. “I didn’t say you could sit down.”
“You’ve been ignorin’ me,” he states, tone light as he grins up at me like this is all hilarious to him.
“Uh, yeah. Think I made myself pretty clear the last time I was at your house.” Coming to a stop in the middle of the living room, I fold my arms over my chest. “And answer my damn question. How did you get my address?”
Eyes glinting with mirth, he shrugs. “I’ve got my ways.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you do,” I scoff. “Well, however you got it, you wasted your time coming over here. I meant what I said.”
August runs his gaze all the way down my body, not even hiding his perusal, before coming back up to my face. “Let’s hang out.”
My eyebrows clash. “Are you dense?” I ask, harsher than I probably need to, but he cannot be serious. “Are you purposely not listening to a single word I say, or do you just not care?”
“Oh, I heard you, sweetheart,” he quips, sitting forward with his elbows resting on his knees. From this angle, I can’t help but wonder how he would look on his knees before me with his mouth around my dick. Even the thought has my cheeks flaming, and I know he can see it because the corners of his mouth twitch. “Come on, baby. We had fun, didn’t we? ”
I snort. “Sure, but clearly, you have fun with any and everybody.”
August chuckles as he stands up and closes the distance between us in two long strides. All the air is sucked from the room as his scent invades my senses. “You slut shamin’ me, sweetheart?”
“Quit calling me that,” I growl. “I’m not your sweetheart, and I’m not your baby.”
“But you could be.”
Clearly, I must’ve heard him wrong. “W-what?”
Peering down his nose at me, August places a hand on my hip, the touch sending an electric shock through my entire body. It causes my breath to catch in my throat and my heart to stutter in my chest. “Don’t you want me to teach you some more things?” he asks in a deep, husky tone that has my pulse going haywire.
Yes, I think, but don’t dare say that out loud. I absolutely do want you to teach me all the things.
“Why are you even here?” I spit out. “From everything I’ve been told, you don’t do repeats, so why are you even trying to get me to hang out with you again? Doesn’t that go against your rules?”
August steps even closer, bringing our bodies flush as he dips his head down, his lips right up against the shell of my ear. “You know, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”
A full body tremble rolls through me as I feel his teeth scrape along my earlobe seconds before his hot lips press down on the spot on my neck just below. The hand on my hip loops around my waist, holding me close, and I already feel my resolve slipping. But how could it not when he comes into my house, full of confidence and sex appeal, looking at me like he can’t wait to get me naked again, and touches me like he has the right to?
Anybody would fold.
I can’t think of a single other person who would be up against somebody like August and stand their ground.
“The way you tremble in my arms,” he breathes into my ear. “I fucking love it.” Oh, God. “And the way you smell so goddamn good, it drives me wild. Do you know how bad I want you right now, sweetheart? Hmm?”
I’m positive he can feel how fast my heart is beating. Hell, he can probably hear it. It’s pretty much all I can hear. Something washes over me as August nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck.
Something brazen and foreign.
Something that sends a bolt of arousal to my dick as I say the very last thing I ever thought I’d say. “Then get on your knees and prove it.”
I can feel his smile grow against my neck, and I know I took him by surprise. I took myself by surprise. “Is that what you want, baby?” he asks huskily. “Want me to get on my knees and gobble up that beautiful cock of yours?”
Fuck me. I nod, not trusting my voice to not crack and give away how nervous I am, how close I am to having my knees buckle.
August peppers my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses before doing exactly as I said, dropping to his goddamn knees before me like we’re in some alternate universe and I’m a god he’s bowing down to. My breath gets caught in my throat as he peers up at me seductively through his lashes, fingers making quick work of unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down enough to pull me out. I’m already half-mast by the time I’m freed, so it takes all of five seconds and a tight, calloused hand around my cock to get fully hard.
Eyes rolling back and a groan clawing its way from my throat, I let my head drop back onto my shoulders as his lips seal over the tip of my dick. His tongue swirls around a few times like he’s sampling a popsicle before he sinks lower, taking all of me in his mouth.
Jaw going slack, I let out an embarrassingly loud, choked cry as the heat of his throat tightens around the tip as he swallows me down. Having no other experience to compare this to, I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty confident in the fact that August Moore can suck dick like it’s his birth right. The sounds coming out of him as he gags on me, the way he uses his hand in time with his mouth, the way his flicks his wrists as he does it.
The spit that’s spilling out the sides of his mouth, and the way his hazel eyes are bloodshot and filled with moisture. The way he holds my gaze so intently and so heatedly as I burrow my cock down his throat.
“O-oh my… g-god.”
Bringing his hand up, August teases my balls, tickling them with the very tips of his fingers with a featherlight touch that, paired with the suction and wetness he’s using with his mouth, has me seeing stars. And then he hums around my length, the sound sending a bone-deep vibration through my entire body, and I’m a goner.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck, I’m g-gonna come,” I cry out, barely a second before my balls draw up and I spill down his throat. My hand flies to August’s shoulder, trying to find purchase as he sucks me through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life, and then some.
He keeps going—sucking and slurping and licking—until I go soft and can’t take any more.
“How are you so good at that?” I breathe out, chest heaving, as he grins up at me with slick, swollen lips and rosy cheeks.
August stands up, the erection in his pants very evident, but instead of doing anything about it, he simply adjusts himself and leans down, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before he mutters, “Maybe next time you’ll respond to my texts, sweetheart.”
And then he’s gone.
He breezes out of my house while I’m left standing in my living room on shaky knees with a wildly pounding heart.
What the fuck just happened?