Chapter 33 #2
“Yeah, I hear it every night when I go to sleep.”
“You love me.” His grin grows into a toothy smile.
“Of course I love you, you big idiot,” I say, breaking into a smile of my own.
“Thank god. I was so worried after everything that happened on Saturday. I should have spoken up for you. I should have...” His voice trails off.
I move toward him, straddling him on the couch. “August, you and I are okay regardless of what happened that night. I know why you did what you did. I know that you were only trying to make sure that he didn’t go after me further.”
He nods and places his hands on my hips. “You are so incredible. I have missed having you in my arms like this. Do you have any idea how many dirty ideas I had for you after that gala? And then we never got around to any of them.”
I giggle. “Well, what if we did some of those right now. Or does it require me being in that dress? Because I have that dress back there. I can go and slip it on.”
“No, that will not be necessary. I want you to stay right here.” He places pressure on my knees, and I grin at him, moving my face so that our lips are almost touching. “Hendrix, are you sure we are good?”
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “We are more than good.”
“Really? Because I was fully prepared to grovel,” he says, pulling back just a bit so that he can look me in the eyes.
“Yes, although groveling would be fun to watch. Especially with you on your knees. But we’re good. It’s me and you. And we’re not letting anything wreck that, right?”
“We are not,” he replies. “And you are so much more than he gives you credit for.”
“I know that now. And I don’t care what he thinks of me. The only thing that matters is you and me. I promise you that.” I lean in and capture his lips with mine. It’s not tentative at all, more forceful. But August is ready for it.
He kisses me back with just as much fervor, his hands holding strongly onto my thighs. I swivel my hips a bit, pushing down on the hardness that I can feel growing in his shorts. He deepens the kiss, grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his hand.
After several minutes, we pull apart and we’re both panting.
“August, I need to be close to you,” I breathe out.
“You are close to me, baby, you are literally sitting in my lap.” His tone comes out teasing, like he knows exactly what I’m getting at but wants to hear me say it.
I start to pull away. I wait for him to hold me there, but he doesn’t.
He lets me rise, and I pull down my shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, leaving me bare for him on the bottom.
I watch him as he swallows, taking in the sight of me.
I pull my shirt over my head. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, letting it join the rest of my clothes on the floor.
“Are you going to come over here and let me touch you? Or are you staying over there?” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes wide with desire.
“I plan on letting you touch,” I say to him, approaching him again and dropping to my knees in front of him. I grab for the hem of his shorts. “I’m going to need you to lift up a bit,” I say, grinning up at him.
August obeys and lifts his hips, while I pull his shorts and briefs down in one movement.
I smirk seeing his cock standing at attention for me. Licking my bottom lip, I look up at him through hooded eyes, asking him a question with my expression. I’m rewarded with a nod.
I push his thighs apart and take him deeply in my mouth.
August cries out. I’ve given him no warm-up, no primer, just taking him all in. I bob up and down slowly while he moans and pulls on my ponytail.
“Fuck, Hendrix, you feel so fucking good.”
I moan a bit, letting the vibrations run up and down his cock. Reaching down I cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze while I quicken the pace and the vibrations.
Giving his balls a tug, I feel him stiffen. I know that he’s close. I keep going, moving faster and faster until he closes his eyes and empties himself into my mouth. I take it all in and swallow it down. I lean back and look at him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he moans out.
“You are so handsome coming apart around me. I love it,” I tell him, standing up.
I mount him again and begin running my slick folds over his dick. I feel it hardening beneath me.
“Oh my god, you are going to be the death of me,” he rasps out.
“I love being on top of you like this,” I say when his dick is fully hard. I line up my entrance with his dick and slowly start to lower myself down. I raise my eyebrows asking the question, but he just nods and captures my lips.
I push all the way down and let out a string of curse words when he’s fully inside of me.
“Holy fuck, I love how deep you are at this angle,” I breathe out.
I slowly move up and down, using my knees on the couch for leverage.
His hands come up and he cups my breasts, leaning down and taking the nipples in his mouth.
We don’t say a word. The only sound in the room is our moans as we pleasure each other.
Him with this hands on my nipples, rolling and pinching, just the way that he knows I like.
While I pick up the pace, faster and faster, up and down on his cock until I feel like I’m seeing stars as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
It’s not long after that I’m beginning to come again, and this time August follows me over the edge. I hear him cursing and feel him gripping onto my hips for support as he lets go.
“I love how this night has ended. So much better than it started,” I breathe out.
“Me too. Thank you for letting me come in here.”
I giggle, wondering if there is a double meaning in that sentence. He must’ve heard it because he laughs too.
“Yeah, that too.” He leans in, kissing my lips quickly before pulling back. “May I stay the night?”
“You sure can,” I tell him, moving to stand.
August reaches over and grabs his shirt. “Here, you can clean up with this.”
“What will you wear out of here?”
“Let’s worry about that in the morning,” he husks out.
And that’s exactly what we do. After we’re all cleaned up, we go for a few more rounds before falling into an exhausted sleep together in my bed.