Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Drake
When I stepped inside my house, I kicked my shoes off and flicked the lights on. My heart thudded hard with anticipation. I wasn’t going to be alone tonight.
After the date at Chickies Rock Overlook, I’d taken August to grab takeout, and we’d scarfed down cheesesteaks while sitting at the picnic tables outside of Jerry’s Deli.
The tension between us grew with every passing second, closer to implosion.
And when I invited him over, the heat ratcheted up a thousand degrees.
A knock sounded at the door, and I spun around to backtrack.
When I drew the door open, August stood waiting in the frame, and my breath caught. His blond strands were wind-tousled, his lips lush and reddened, and the way his tank top flirted with his nipples drew my eyes. Combined with the shorts that showcased his supple ass, and August was a smokeshow.
“C’mere,” I said, grabbing him by the flimsy tank and dragging him forward. Our lips crashed together, and all the tension that had been brewing between us, an intoxicating combination of lust and sweetness, descended.
Every word that passed between us tonight had tightened those threads that ensnared me until I never wanted to let go.
His mouth was hungry and eager, getting me hotter with every kiss. I savored the taste of him, the crispness of the beer we drank, and the softness of his lips. The heat of him was addictive. I wanted to taste him all over, to map his skin with my mouth.
We pulled back for breath, and his eyes were shiny, wild with lust. “Fuck, I want your cock.”
I licked my lips. I was vers but preferred to top, and I’d clearly met my perfect match. “Can I have yours after?”
August’s eyes widened, and a grin spread across his lips. “Hell yes.”
“Whoever strips down first gets to fuck first,” I proclaimed, tugging my shirt off. I dropped my pants and briefs to the floor and looked over at August, who fiddled with his shirt on purpose, an impish smirk on his lips.
“What?” he proclaimed. “I told you I wanted your cock.”
I kicked off my socks and shoes, moving the rest of my stuff into a pile. “Well, if you want me to fuck you against this wall, you’d better be stripped by the time I grab a condom and lube.”
“I just got tested,” he said. “Waiting on results, but next time…”
I licked my lips. “You want me to take you bare?”
His nostrils flared, and he nodded.
Flames roared through me. “Yeah, I definitely want that. I’m negative on my tests, so once you get your results, I’ll sink right inside that sweet ass.
” With that, I strode away from him and headed for the bathroom where I had lube and condoms stashed.
I rummaged around, my cock thick, my balls heavy at the thought of the gorgeous man waiting for me.
I snagged what I needed and padded back into the living room, where August waited for me, completely stripped down.
His body was stunning, a work of art. His arms were decked out, the healed Charmander on his bicep, the skull and crossbones on the other one.
His forearms featured black and white tattoos of clocks with snakes wrapped around them.
The lighthouse from his hips to ribs on his right offered a splash of color, and a few tendrils wrapped around his left thigh from the octopus he had along the side.
Beyond that, his blond hair was tousled, looking windswept, his nipples dark and mouthwatering, and his cock was fucking pretty, a nice firm length I couldn’t wait to have buried inside me.
August was lanky, but I’d picked him up before—he had some sexy-as-fuck definition to his physique.
And goddamn, I couldn’t wait to drive into him until we were boneless.
I wanted him to be mine.
Not a temporary fling. Not a hookup.
Mine.
I strode up to him and gripped his hip tightly, guiding him back toward the nearest wall.
When his back thudded against the surface, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
My cock brushed against his hip, his against mine, pre-cum smearing on skin.
A shiver ran through me from our proximity, from this driving need to bury inside him.
I wanted to feel him, wanted us to be connected in every damn way possible.
I kissed August while I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto my cock. Then I slathered my length with lube and reached between his legs, brushing past his soft balls to rub the rest of the lube across the tight ring of muscle there.
August let out a whimper against my mouth as I circled my fingers around his hole lazily, enjoying the tease. He tried to shift his hips, rubbing against my fingers, as if he wanted to spear himself on them. I slid my middle one in, the tight heat swallowing it up, and I gave him a few pumps.
“Fuck yes,” he gasped, shifting up and down on my finger, my palm cradling his taint. I nipped and sucked at the column of his neck as he rode on my finger. I crooked it deep inside him, and he let out a sinful moan. “God, I want you inside me.”
“Wrap your thighs around my waist,” I said, tugging my finger out and grabbing him by the hips to help.
August wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I hiked him up to my waist, his thighs clamping around my hips.
My cock slid between his cheeks, and I rocked back and forth, rubbing against his hole.
He leaned against the wall, his hands braced on my shoulders, and I let go with one hand to line my cock up.
“Ready for me?” I asked, my core tensed to keep him upright.
“Beyond,” he said, a breathiness to his voice that I adored.
I pushed my tip inside, his sweet heat nearly obliterating me.
“Damn, baby, you feel like silk.” I let out a deep groan and thrust in deeper.
August’s muscles relaxed at once, and the long, loud moan from him coaxed me farther.
I sank all the way inside, buried to the hilt inside his tight hole.
Sweat broke out on my forehead from how good he felt.
August relaxed against the wall, and I shifted closer, so our bodies were pressed together, his cock brushing against my abs.
His grip on my shoulders tightened, his nails pricking into my skin.
I moved my grasp on him to his thighs and dragged back to sink inside him again.
Bliss rushed through me in a sinful sweep, and I savored the sensations.
August gasped and tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a sharp swallow.
I began to fuck him in earnest, finding my rhythm.
Each squeeze of his tight hole around my cock brought me close to the brink already.
My balls were heavy with an unrelenting ache.
Having August in my arms like this—fuck, I wanted to unload into him bare.
Watch my cum drip from him, lap it up after.
“You’re so good for me,” I murmured. “So fucking sweet.”
A full-body shiver rolled through him as I continued fucking into his hole, shallow strokes that sent me to heaven every damn time.
His moans were explosive, growing louder by the second.
His pre-cum smeared all over my stomach from the way his hard length brushed against me on every thrust. August clenched hard to me, and while he wasn’t light, he was easy enough to lift given the weight I was used to managing from work.
And hell, having him in my arms like this, ramming into him up against the wall, was a fantasy brought to life.
“Oh god,” he moaned. “Take me apart.”
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, tasting the salt of his sweat, and I fucked into him with hard and sharp strokes.
The gasps and moans that burst from him were so loud they echoed around the room, and I drank them in.
God, the way his hole felt squeezing around my cock, the seductive glide whenever I thrust in—I could live here, connected to him.
Every time we fucked, I wanted more, and if that wasn’t a sign August was someone I shouldn’t let go, I didn’t know what was.
“Damn, I want to stay in your hole all night. Just fuck you to sleep, my cum buried in you,” I said, the imagery burning me hotter. “And then fuck you awake, only to spill into you all over again. You’ll be leaking my cum for days.”
“Oh god,” August gasped, a sharp urgency in his tone. “If you want me to last, you’d better stop talking like that.”
“You want that, baby?” I teased as I fucked into him steadily, addicted to the smooth glide. My balls grew heavy, the tension increasing with every thrust. “My cock in your mouth, in your hole, every chance we get?”
A whimper sounded from him, and a thrill whispered through me. If that was a fantasy of his, I’d happily make it come true. If I had him in my life, in my home, I wouldn’t be able to stop from sliding into him constantly, if only to watch the sweet surrender on his features.
I nipped along his neck as my pace increased, those sharp, short strokes dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
Sweat trickled down my back as my thighs burned from holding him upright like this, a similar burn in my forearms. Not like I cared.
I could pay for it tomorrow, but having August in my arms, fucking him up against my wall was worth any aches.
My heart ran rampant, wild and uncontrolled as I fucked him like I’d never get the chance again.
A frenzy claimed my movements as I rammed into him over and over again, our moans and cries growing louder.
The skin-to-skin sensations pushed me into overdrive, the chemistry between us undeniable.
I’d never connected with anyone the way I did with him, and I never wanted this to end.
My breaths came faster, sweat rolling down my forehead with a tickle as the tension gripped me so hard I could focus on little else. So. Damn. Close.
His hole gripped me tight with each glide, and as I slid in again, all the pressure tipped over.
My balls drew up, and I came hard.