Chapter 16 #2
My vision blanked, my grip on his thighs tightening, and my cum spilled from me in violent spurts. I sagged forward, crushing August against the wall as I tried to catch my breath, floating on the pleasure flooding through my limbs.
“Fuck,” I swore, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
As I settled back to earth, I began to pull out of him, my cock already growing soft, and brought his legs down from my hips. Once he was settled on his feet, I tugged the condom off and tied it. His cock jutted out, desperate and needy, and August licked his lips as he gave it a stroke.
“Nope, none of that,” I said. “You’re going to come inside me.”
My legs were a little shaky as I reached down to swipe the leftover condoms and lube, passing them over to August. When he grabbed them from me, I made my way over to my couch and bent over. “Want to take me here?”
“God, you’re such a fantasy.” August tore the packet and rolled the condom on. Then he strode over to the couch and dropped to his knees behind me. “I’m dying to come, but I want a taste of you first.”
He leaned in and licked from taint to hole.
The heat of his tongue, the wet glide, sent a burst of pure adrenaline through me.
I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and it had been even longer since I’d been rimmed, but my limbs were lax and lazy in the wake of my release.
August gave a few more exploratory licks before he gripped my cheeks hard.
Then he devoured.
My legs shook from the onslaught, his lips, tongue, teeth all working in unison to unmake me.
I’d just come hard, but already, my cock started to stiffen again at the onslaught of pleasure as August ate me out like a fucking feast. I gripped the back of the sofa tightly, moans escaping me, first soft and then louder and louder.
Spit dribbled down my thigh, but August didn’t pause for air as he continued to lick and suck at my hole, the intensity increasing by the second.
Goddamn. August was a force, and I was helpless to resist him, whether it was being drawn to him or surrendering to him.
He pulled back, his breaths puffing against my hole. “Almost as delicious as your cock.”
My length perked up, stiffening despite the orgasm he’d wrung from me. “Fuck me, baby,” I murmured, thrusting my hips back. “Come inside me.”
“Damn, this ass,” August swore as he pushed up behind me. His hands circled around my hips, and he pried my cheeks open wide. His tip brushed against my hole. Normally, I’d need prep after such a long time, but he’d eaten me out so well I could easily take him. “You’re going to feel amazing.”
He began to push inside me, taking his time. There was a slight burn, a stretch there that I didn’t mind. My muscles relaxed, and he slid deeper inside me, brushing against my prostate. Fireworks flared at the spot, a shot of pleasure straight into my veins.
“Goddamn.” I’d forgotten how good it could feel to get fucked.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he said. “Squeezing my dick. I’m not going to last long.”
“Don’t need you to,” I gasped. “Just want to feel you moving inside me.”
“I’ve got you,” he said as his grip tightened around my hips.
He drew back and pushed in again, and a long, low groan escaped me.
August drew back again and thrust in, starting to find his rhythm.
Pleasure flooded through me as he fucked me, a slow, luxurious push and pull.
This wasn’t a frenzied rush to completion but an exploratory glide as he sank into me.
I gripped the back of the couch tightly to keep myself upright as I surrendered to the sensations.
My cock had grown hard, and a few droplets of pre-cum hit the floor as he fucked into me with a languorous rhythm that had me close to detonation again.
He found my prostate with every stroke, and holy hell, I’d never had sex this explosive.
I wanted his touch constantly, craved his presence like my next breath.
His breaths sawed from him, feverish, and the smacks of our skin echoed through the room.
Sweat trickled down my back, beaded on the insides of my thighs as my balls ached and my cock bobbed with each movement.
He thrust into me with a deliberateness that I felt deep in my core, a recognition there I’d been searching for.
I’d been glossed over for years, but with August, he always seemed to see right through to the core of me.
As if I was the most important person in his view.
I didn’t want to give that up. I couldn’t.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long,” August gasped. “You’re too damn tight. Fucking perfect.”
“Come for me,” I said, needing him to unleash.
August began to thrust in harder, faster, those smacks stinging with each collision. He brushed over my prostate each time, flicker-flares of pleasure bursting in me again and again. God, this man was everything I could’ve dreamed of.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured. “Fuck!”
He thrust in hard and stilled as his cum flooded into me, his cock pulsing with the streams. He collapsed onto me, his sweaty skin plastering against mine as his hands wrapped overtop of mine.
For a few precious moments, we were just ragged breaths and serenity, the kind some spent a lifetime chasing.
August peeled away from me, even though I hated the space between us. He drew himself from my hole and tugged off the condom. I pushed up from the couch and ran my fingertips across my hole, the ache there fresh. I wanted to feel him for days.
He chewed on his lower lip and eyed my hard cock.
“Can I suck you off in bed?”
Fuck, he was a total dream.
I closed the distance between us and cupped his cheek. “Want to cockwarm me to sleep, baby?”
His eyes widened, his pupils dilating with lust. “Please.”
“Come on,” I said, stepping away but offering a hand out.
August slid his into mine, and together, we walked in the direction of my bedroom.
He peeled the condom off as we stepped inside and dropped it into my trash can.
My sheets were rumpled, a handful of books stacked on my nightstand, mostly to-do guides on metal-crafting, which I’d wanted to get into for a while.
I’d at least managed to sweep my pile of socks and dirty jeans into the hamper before having him over.
“Why’s it so easy with you?” August asked, as if he plucked the question from my own head.
“Because I’m easy,” I teased back, even though that felt off given the gravity that settled between us. “Maybe when you’re around the right person, it isn’t constant work. You can just… be.”
And damn, didn’t that sound like bliss.
“I always wanted that,” August admitted, his voice small.
“Me too” rose to my lips but didn’t escape.
I wanted to ask him to be mine, to tell him how I felt so damn badly.
I’d face Serena and whatever backlash that incurred.
However, I’d been second-rate my whole life.
What if we started dating, and he saw me differently?
What if the glamor wore off, and I was just average? Nothing special.
Easy to leave.
I swallowed hard and settled into bed and tugged August in with me. He toppled over me, and we were a tangle of limbs, of skin, of heat. I kissed him for all I was worth, wishing, hoping he could somehow feel how much he meant to me through it. How his simple acceptance meant the world to me.
We kissed in my bed like the world was ending around us, and nothing else mattered.
August sprawled over me, and every point of contact, every brush of his body on mine, filled me with sparks. When he pulled away, he winked at me.
“Think you’ve got something that needs taking care of.” He crawled farther down the bed, settling between my thighs, and swallowed me down in one gulp. A shout escaped me as his wet heat engulfed my sensitive cock.
August breathed through his nose as he choked on my cock, the splutter tightening his throat around my length.
He bobbed up and down on my length, working me into a frenzy.
I was already ignited from our kiss, from the touch, from him fucking me until I was unsteady, and it didn’t take long until I was spilling down his throat.
I tilted my head back as cum shot from me, and August swallowed it all down. I ran my fingers through his blond strands, mesmerized by the sight of him, his lips wrapped around my cock. “Want to keep me nice and warm, baby?”
He let out a whimper.
“Let’s shift a little and get comfortable,” I said, keeping my palm on the back of his head as we shimmied down the bed and I rested my head on the pillow.
August leaned his cheek against my thigh, settling there even while his mouth was still full of my cock.
It had started to soften, but he gave it the occasional suck or kitten lick.
His hazel eyes filled with bliss, a serenity there that made my heart squeeze tight.
I settled back and stroked my fingers through his hair.
August’s eyes fluttered closed, putting those long lashes on display.
He sucked lightly on my cock again. The heat and connection to him better than I could’ve imagined.
The wet warmth of his mouth was intoxicating, but I was beyond spent after two loads, one in each of his holes.
I hadn’t realized how much I craved contact until him, how much I’d been missing.
Being with him offered a completeness I’d longed for my whole life.
Something I’d been chasing in every other direction, trying to find that thrill.
Turned out it waited here with August Jones.
His breaths grew more even as I continued to stroke his hair, even though his mouth didn’t pull away from my cock.
My heart squeezed tight.
Fuck, I was in love.