Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Drake
Iwas a bad, bad man.
Sleeping with Serena’s ex was a shit thing to do.
And yet, my blood pumped so hot through my veins, and my cock was so hard I couldn’t stop myself.
I hadn’t experienced this sort of voltage during a kiss…
well, ever. I raced at top speed across the beach, sand flinging up behind me.
I’d drop to my knees in a heartbeat for him, but I’d been eyeing those plush lips all night, and the fantasies of having them wrapped around my length motivated me now.
I drank in the salt air, the crash of the waves, the slight chill of the night.
My pulse thrummed as I soared over the sand, my heart crash-colliding all over the place.
My vision shook with my erratic steps as I careened forward, the pier getting closer and closer.
Spending the concert with August, every brush of skin, every glance in his direction, had amplified my growing desire for him.
The man was radiance personified, the opposite of this velvet night.
The grains of sand stung around my ankles, but I only pushed myself harder, my calves burning with the resistance.
The pier loomed, and the need that mounted inside me had reached a deafening roar.
Tonight was a fantasy come true—meeting a guy at a punk show, connecting more than expected, and chasing that desire to completion.
I pushed off a little harder as I vaulted the rest of the way to the pier. My shoulder met the decrepit wood with a thud as I slammed into it. Under the shade of the pier, we’d have relative privacy, even though a thrill rippled up my spine at the idea of fucking around in public like this.
My breaths heaved from me as I looked to August approaching with a casual jog.
I arched an eyebrow. “Not competitive?”
He offered a slanted grin. “Maybe I just want to be on my knees.”
Heat roared through me, and my gaze zeroed in on those lush lips of his.
Ngh. My pulse was already rapid, and it didn’t slow at all as he reached the pier.
Any lingering questions that August was straight or bi had been answered by the kiss, and he broadcast his interest loud and clear.
I shoved any temporary guilt aside. It’s not like my sister met all the guys I hooked up with.
August’s blond hair swept across his forehead, tousled from the run, and when he flashed me a grin, his white teeth gleamed against his tanned skin. He was stunning from head to toe. His lanky frame, the tattoos peeking past hems, and his bright, expressive eyes. Fuck, I wanted to kiss him again.
“C’mere,” I said, crooking my finger. He strode right up to me, and all I had to do was lean in.
We crashed together, his lips on mine, and I drank in the decadent sweetness.
I wound my fingers through his silken strands, savoring the brush of his trimmed beard and how it contrasted with the softness of those lips.
My cock strained against my jeans, but I sank into the kiss, lapping into August’s hungry mouth.
My whole body lit up like a landing strip from his touch, from our connection.
I’d tangled with enough guys to understand this didn’t happen with everyone.
When we pulled away, my shoulders heaved as I gasped for breath. August grinned again, his lips spit-slicked and pretty.
“I want more,” he said, his gorgeous hazel eyes gleaming.
And then he sank to his knees in front of me.
His fingers found the button of my jeans, and that was undone at a rapid pace.
When he slid the zipper down, the sound was audible.
I glanced around the beach, but we were hidden in the shadow of the pier, and few roamed the beach right now—definitely no one nearby.
Excitement pumped through my veins, the exact sort I’d been yearning for.
August’s legs were spread out, and he looked up at me. His eyes wide, gorgeous, and framed by thick lashes, lips parted in invitation.
“You’re such a pretty picture on your knees,” I murmured, reaching down to run my fingers along his chin. “You want my cock, beautiful?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah. Desperately.”
“Damn, aren’t you perfect,” I purred, reaching inside my boxer briefs.
I shoved them and my jeans down to my thighs, and my cock sprang free.
I ran my hand along my length. A shudder rolled through me at how good that felt.
August licked his lips, his gaze zeroed in on my cock.
He leaned up and lapped at the bead of precum on the tip.
Bliss rushed through my veins from the mere contact.
Everything around him was more loaded, my skin sensitized in his presence from the sheer electricity that percolated between us.
Chemistry like that couldn’t be fabricated, no matter how hard you tried.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and brushed the tip against his lower lip. “Come on, gorgeous. Suck me down.”
August’s eyes took on a feverish glaze as he leaned forward again.
This time, his mouth encircled my tip, and the breath flew out of me.
The sinful velvet heat, the light suction as he savored my cock, elevated me higher.
He didn’t just gulp me down and mechanically suck.
No, August caressed the tip of his tongue against my slit, as if trying to urge more precum out, His lashes fluttered as he used his lips, the suction of his mouth, his tongue, to caress my head, to coax the pleasure out of me.
I tangled my fingers through his thick strands, wanting to let him explore but needing to ground myself.
A soft moan escaped his lips, and fuck, that was so damn hot I forgot to breathe.
He swallowed a few inches more, and the feeling of his hot, wet mouth wrapped around me knocked out any other thoughts from my mind.
My entire body coiled with tension from the intensity of the sensations rushing through me.
He bobbed up and down on my cock, finding a slow and sinful rhythm that held me captive.
Fuck, he felt so damn good. I hadn’t realized how pent up I was, how much I held back until August ensnared my attention, rousing my libido back to life.
I tugged lightly on his hair, and he moaned again, the vibrations traveling my length.
My balls were heavy as fuck, the need to come forming a bass snare beat.
He took more and more of me into his mouth, swallowing me down his throat.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I let go of the loose grip I had around my base.
Goddamn. August dipped his head in, bobbing with a fluid movement, which threatened to unmake me.
His mouth was a silken heat, and the tight squeeze of his throat, the way he sucked me down with ease had me close.
I glanced at him, and his eyes shut in bliss suggested he was loving this as much as I was. Spit dribbled down his chin, dropping onto the sand below us, and he reached between his spread thighs. The hiss of a zipper sounded, and a second later, his arm began to pump.
God, that was so damn sexy.
The air sparked with the hint of danger, the reality that we were out in public, where anyone could stumble upon us.
That fueled the heat brewing between us, threatening to scorch me from head to toe.
The cool sand on my feet, the chilled salt breezes didn’t do shit to tamp down the inferno raging inside me.
My whole body coiled tight, ready to unleash.
I shifted my hips, fucking into August’s mouth.
He was full-out drooling, which was sexy as fuck, and he occasionally gagged a little when I thrust back in.
He hadn’t opened his eyes or stopped pumping at his own cock.
I’d never gotten head this good before. I needed to come but never wanted this to end.
Goddamn. I tipped my head, raking my fingers through his silken strands. A long, low moan escaped me as I thrust into his throat. He spluttered around me, but the suction returned at once, the steady, velvet heat, the sinuous movements tempting enough to make me explode.
“You feel like sin,” I groaned. “So fucking good, gorgeous.”
August sucked a little harder at the praise, and I ran my fingers through his hair again, slowly pumping my cock inside all that decadent heat.
His ass probably felt even better. My head swirled, and lust thumped at a steady beat inside me.
Those ample, round cheeks, his long legs, messy hair.
He’d look so stunning bent over and fucked.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Damn. Blistering desire rode me as I lost myself in the motions, thrusting in over and over.
He returned the fervor, sucking my cock with desperation, as if he was close too.
His arm shuttled faster, and he let out another moan around my length.
My balls were so heavy, so full, I was going to burst. The tense thread in me pulled as taut as it could get, and the need for release had grown unbearable.
Each bob of his head brought me closer, closer, closer.
August’s gorgeous eyes fluttered open, and his moan was longer, louder, this time. The vibrations rolled right through me, and that was all it took.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I came.
My balls drew up, and cum shot down his throat as my muscles tensed in pure ecstasy.
My head tilted back, and I soared on the bliss that carried me higher and higher.
My mind emptied, and I surrendered to the pleasure pouring into my veins.
Everything relaxed as the endorphins took over, giving me the relief I’d been chasing.
August continued to suck on my cock, even as it began to deflate, and god, I never wanted to leave.
I carded my fingers through his hair again and again as he sucked at my flaccid cock, as if he needed it in his mouth still.
Lust shot through me at the idea of having his mouth on me as we drifted to sleep.
Another fantasy to store in my spank bank.
I returned to reality, to the crash of the ocean near us, to the brisk salt breezes caressing our bare skin, to the shadowed silhouettes of the few walking the other side of the beach.
As much as I wanted to spend the night here, letting August suck my length, we needed to go.
Still, I carded my fingers through his hair a few minutes longer.
He rested his cheek against the inside of my thigh as he continued to cockwarm me.
I’d never had a guy do that before, and hell, I didn’t realize how much I’d love it.
If August was mine… Fuck, I’d fill his holes as often as humanly possible.
My chest squeezed tight with want. Right, that way lay madness.
Reality settled in a little more, cutting through the hazy satisfaction that lingered around both of us. I drew my cock from his mouth, even though he chased it the slightest bit. Damn. He was fucking perfect.
Still on his knees, he stared up at me. His lips were puffy, red, and spit-slicked.
I dropped to the sand in front of him and claimed them at once.
He tasted salty from my cum, but goddamn, the softness against my mouth was exactly what I needed right now.
I licked into his mouth, delivering a searing kiss before pulling back.
“You came?” I asked, glancing at the puddle in the sand by his spent cock.
August swiped his thumb against the trail of drool down his chin. “Mmm, yes.”
“Damn shame I didn’t get to do the job,” I murmured, my pulse thumping. He looked so fucking hot undone like this, his blond strands splayed over his forehead, his hazel eyes blown.
“Raincheck?” he asked.
No. I should say no.
“Name the time and place,” came out of my mouth instead.
I sucked in a breath. God, this guy had me so twisted up I couldn’t think straight.
I pushed up to a crouch and offered August a hand.
He placed his callused palm in mine, and I gripped tight as I surged to a stand, bringing him along with me.
I let go of his hand, and I hated the loss of touch. I hadn’t experienced these sparks around a guy in a damn long time. And it was effortless around him, the way he set me at ease just by his presence.
With a few deft motions, I tucked my cock away and zipped myself up.
August was doing the same, and regret pulsed through me that I hadn’t gotten a chance to see or touch his cock.
The urge to explore him head to toe with my tongue and teeth hit with an undeniable ferocity.
He was so damn pretty, and I could guarantee he had other tattoos hidden beneath his clothes, waiting to be explored.
“Definitely not how I expected the concert tonight to go,” I teased. “Blown by a hottie by the pier.”
August ran a hand through his hair. “Hottie?”
I let out a low whistle. “You’re fucking gorgeous, yeah.”
He dipped his head as if he were embarrassed. “So, what are we supposed to do now? High five or some shit? Ass slaps?”
I arched a brow. “Not usually a hookup sort of guy?”
August shook his head and teased that lower lip between his teeth.
Impulse struck me, and I followed it as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
He melted at once, and satisfaction trickled through me, the kind I hadn’t even realized I’d been chasing.
August was addictive. Everything about him—his soft noises, his warm, inviting body, his innate sweetness.
And he was the exact person I shouldn’t be chasing. Yet I hadn’t felt this spark with anyone in so long, and the more time we spent together, the stronger it flared.
When I pulled back, his breaths came out choppier.
“We could always do that,” I teased, then took a step back. “Want to race back to the boardwalk?”
August shook his head. “After orgasms? I’m more of a mosey guy.”
“Fine, we can mosey our way back,” I said, bumping my shoulder with him, any chance to get the burst of electricity from touch.
We set off down the beach, boots in hand, drifting close to each other, as if our orbits were destined to collide.
Tomorrow, I could worry about the fact I’d slept with my sister’s ex.