Chapter 15 #2
The voice is getting quieter though. Weaker.
And every second Auggie’s left looking at me like that makes it harder to remember my reasons for resisting. We’re both adults. We both have needs. And no matter how things go between us, I’d never hold his job for ransom or show favoritism just because we’re fucking.
So apart from what other people think, what exactly is the problem here?
He leans down next to my ear and whispers, “I want to taste you.”
That’s all I need for my restraint to snap.
I crush his mouth to mine and force my way past his lips, drinking in the cute little whine he lets out.
I’ve clearly surprised him, but it takes no time at all for him to start kissing me back.
His tongue licks into my mouth, and I cradle his head in my big hands, fingers threading through his silky curls, wanting, needing more.
I nip his tongue, and Auggie sinks into my lap, grinding his hips into mine.
Oh, shit.
Pressure on my dick has always made me feel desperate, which is one of the reasons I only ever go for guys as big or bigger than me. As soon as I get this turned on, all I want is to squeeze, hold, fuck, and with someone like Auggie … he could easily get hurt.
I need to know he can fight back.
It’s way too late to talk it through though, so reluctantly, I ease my hands away from him and wrap them around the arms of the chair.
He presses his tight body against mine, and damn I want to touch. A tiny portion of my brain reminds me he’s still injured, which is just enough to keep my hands firmly in place.
Auggie’s lips break from mine and skim over my beard to my neck. He laps and sucks at the skin before nipping my earlobe. His hot panting echoes in my ear. “You relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
My low moan rumbles in my chest as Auggie slides down my body to kneel between my legs. And when he looks up at me, all haphazard curls and big green eyes, he looks so angelic, my fingers twitch, desperate to take hold.
Then he gives me a demonic little smile as he reaches for my pants, reminding me that as innocent as he looks, it’s all an illusion.
This is so, so, so wrong.
I need to stop him.
Auggie is going to ruin me.
But when he pulls down my fly, I spread my knees wider.
When he tugs on the waistband of my pants, I lift my hips and let him pull them and my briefs to my knees.
“Take off your shirt,” he whispers. “I want to see your body while I suck you off.”
Well, when he asks me so sweetly …
I yank my shirt over my head and toss it to the side, then return my hands to gripping the armrests because if I so much as reach for my aching cock, or Auggie’s curls, I’m going to shove him onto my dick and use that pretty mouth.
Auggie’s face is pure want as his gaze slides over my chest, my gut, and lands on my dick.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
He finally stops teasing me. His lips wrap around my cock, engulfing me in the hot, wet heat of his mouth, and it takes every ounce of my strength not to thrust in farther.
But it turns out, I don’t need to. Auggie is no virgin when it comes to sucking a dick, because he works me over with a familiarity I don’t want to focus on.
He licks and sucks and moans around my dick.
Spit drips down onto my balls, and then he leans right forward and sucks me into his throat.
My groan is almost feral, and it makes Auggie look up at me. Our eyes clash, and I swear the cocky spark in his turns me on more.
He pulls off, lips puffy, hands trailing up through the hair on my gut to my chest. “Fuck my face.”
Nrgh. He almost scrambles my brain, but I have just enough cells still firing to stiffly shake my head.
“You sure?” His pink tongue flicks over the precum leaking from my slit as he tweaks my nipples. “You don’t want to grip my hair and force your cock down my throat?”
My thighs are shaking with the force of holding back. “That filthy mouth will get you in trouble one day.”
“I sure hope so.” He releases my nipples, then leans down and sucks my balls into his mouth.
I grunt, and in a moment of weakness, my hand reaches for him, but I catch myself just in time. “Fuck, Auggie.”
Hold back hold back hold back.
His big eyes blink up at me, and I swear he looks perfect between my legs, mouthing my sac.
“Stop teasing me.”
He slowly releases my balls. “Make me.”
“Auggie …”
His evil little smirk is back as he grabs my cock and drags his teeth lightly over the tip. Oh shit, I could come from the sensation. I can’t remember the last time I was this fucking desperate.
I’m used to taking what I want, when I want it.
And I have no clue how Auggie’s reading me so perfectly, but I’m right on the edge of begging. I’m right on the edge of pleading with him to finish me before I grab his head and finish the job myself.
Thankfully he must know I’m getting close, because he takes me into his mouth again. He keeps eye contact as he slowly sinks down, and then they flutter closed as he starts to suck with purpose. His tongue doesn’t stop moving, and his cheeks hollow out, making the pressure insane.
My hips start to move, just a little, but it’s impossible to keep still.
That goddamn mouth.
Auggie lets go of his grip on my thighs and shoves one hand down the front of his shorts, while the other reaches between my legs.
It’s too much. The suction around my dick, my balls in his palm, the little noises slipping from him as he thrusts wildly into his hand.
Damn I need to touch. I’m desperate to grab his head and force him deeper and hold him there until he starts to struggle.
Why the hell didn’t we discuss limits before now?
Why am I an idiot?
Why, why, why, why?
My release is building and building in my balls.
I grip the hell out of the armrests of this chair. I want to let go … I need to let go …
Auggie’s whole body suddenly jolts, and the long hum he lets out vibrates through me. My hips buck up hard, and as soon as I slip back into Auggie’s tight throat, he swallows around me and … shit.
I arch as my orgasm hits. Sweet relief rolls through me as my cock throbs and twitches, and Auggie takes every drop I give him. He sucks until I go soft.
I’m still struggling to catch my breath when I look down and find him watching me. Finally, I give myself permission to touch. My fingers slide into those soft curls, and I give them the lightest tug.
He smiles around my cock before letting it slip from his mouth.
“Do you need me to …” I use my free hand to gesture to his crotch, but he quickly shakes his head.
“Nope. That was so hot I couldn’t hold back.”
“You got yourself off over sucking my dick?”
“I could probably get myself off just by looking at you. You have no idea how sexy I find you.”
And the strange thing is, I feel the same. Seeing that sweet innocence melt away as he takes control and drives me crazy … I never would have guessed how hot that could be.
Except now I have a problem.
That didn’t get him out of my system.
At all.
If anything, it’s only made me more desperate for a repeat.