16. No. 7 Take on a BIG challenge #2
He laughs, head going back, hands on his hips and he looks magnificent, regal, and proud. “You’re stroking my ego,” he says, fully amused as he looks back at me.
“You don’t need your ego stroked; you have a narrowboat in your pants!
” When he laughs again, my lips twitch. “I’m serious, August.” I laugh nervously.
“Us book girls can talk a good game with monster dicks and knots and whatnot, but in all honesty, four to six inches is perfectly lovely. Six to eight, great. Anything more than that is really quite unnecessary and getting into uncomfortable territory. That—” I gesture towards his cock.
“Is more than that,” he finishes for me.
“Considerably more,” I agree.
He’s still looking at me like my genuine concern is amusing to him.
His hand goes to his length and strokes slowly, leisurely, with a firm grip and a slight twist at the tip.
“It’s okay,” he says softly, not like he’s touching himself for me to watch, which I do, avidly.
“We don’t have to rush into anything, you know, if you’re scared—”
“Hey,” I bark, holding up an accusing finger. “I told you, I’m only scared of two things—”
“Right.” He smirks. “Spiders and public bathrooms.”
“Because of the—”
“Toilet snakes.”
“Exactly.” I nod seriously. “I will not be defeated by a…” I wave my hand at where he’s putting on a show for me.
“Say it,” he says with a smirk.
“A giant dick,” I say staring him dead in the eye.
His smile grows. “I like those words in your mouth.”
Despite his grin, the air grows heavy, his voice prickling over my skin and stealing the breath from my lungs.
He leans over me again, putting his weight on one arm by my head while his other hand slips into my panties, fingers sliding through my folds easily with how soaked I am for him.
My eyes fall closed, breathing picking up as he strokes me, coating his fingers in my arousal and teasing my clit.
August hovers over me, not taking my mouth again, eyes taking in every expression of my face as he builds me up, tightening my pleasure like a wind-up rocket ready to shoot into the sky.
I try to keep my eyes open, try to watch him like he watches me, but my lids are heavy, no control over my body as I’m nothing but sensation.
August’s chest brushes mine, the roughness of his chest hair on my nipples sparking my arousal into overdrive.
“You’re nice and wet for me,” he murmurs over my lips. “You’re going to take me so well.”
Oh Jesus. Dirty talk is my Kryptonite.
“I’ll get you ready for my cock,” he says, slipping inside with two digits. “And you’ll take all of me.”
I whimper as he starts pumping his hand, my fingers gripping at his arms as my hips start working with him.
“You’re going to look so good stretched around me, Bea,” he rumbles. “Such a pretty little cock sleeve.”
Oh. My. God. Is this really the man who basically communicated in grunts and disdainful side eye for our first days of acquaintance?
Now he’s giving me filthy words and scorching kisses while his fingers stretch me for his giant cock.
He adds a third finger and the sounds I’m making would be mortifying if I could bring myself to care.
He doesn’t seem to mind, licking a line up my neck and sipping at my lips like I’m an oasis in the desert.
“You like that?” he asks, and when did his voice get so deep? “You like me calling you my cock sleeve?”
“Oh god,” I whimper, feeling another rush of arousal coating his hand as his fingers quirk to hit me just right, the heel of his palm grinding into my clit, and I know I’m going to come undone. “Yes, I like it,” I practically cry.
He hums an approving sound, liking my admission even though it feels like he didn’t need it, he already knew.
His hand starts moving faster, rubbing and stroking me in exactly the right way so my body coils up tight.
I can feel his dick against my thigh, hot and heavy as he bucks his hips against me in a way that makes me think it’s instinctual rather that purposeful.
My nails bite into his skin, my knuckles white, breath sawing from my lungs, and my belly clenched tight until it all snaps.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so loud, a high, breathy scream clawing its way out of my throat as I arch off the bed before melting back into the mattress, a puddle of satisfaction. “August,” I breathe.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful, Bea.
” He kisses the corner of my mouth, while I try to tether myself back to earth.
When his lips trail over my cheek, my jaw, my neck, I hum and smile, feeling the care and attention he puts into each fleeting kiss.
“Do you have condoms?” he asks as his mouth reaches my chest.
“Did you really come over here to ravage me and forget to bring supplies?” I tease but my voice is sleepy and a bit slurred.
“I didn’t come to ravage you; I came to tell you I want more with you and then you answered the door in those damn fluffy socks.” He sucks my nipple between his lips as I laugh at him. I’d say he was joking, but it does seem odd he hasn’t made any move to take them off me.
“In the drawer,” I say, my arm flopping to the bed above me, a vague attempt at pointing to my bedside table.
With great reluctance, August pulls away from me and stands, my eyes fall closed again as I hear him open the drawer, but then it falls silent.
“Oh my,” he says, and my eyes burst open. Shit, why do I keep forgetting these things.
“I can explain—”
“No need, I’m sure we can make use of some of these.”
I roll to my stomach, my socked feet kicking up behind me and I watch him pull out dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and something I’m still not entirely sure what it is. He cocks a brow as he looks down at me, a question in his amusement he doesn’t say out loud.
“Cas gave it all to me in a gift basket. It was a housewarming,” I tell him.
He looks back at the menagerie of sex toys and blinks several times. “You two might to be too close.”
“What?” I ask, confused. “You’ve never been gifted butt plugs by a good friend?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Eli needs to step up his game,” I tsk.
August, in all his naked gloriousness, smirks at me, and I smile sweetly in return. “I’ll tell him so.”
Bored of waiting, I get to my hands and knees and go to the drawer myself, crawling over the pile of silicone and chrome to reach into the draw and pull out a strip of foils in neon pink.
“Watermelon flavour?” August asks when I hold them out to him.
“Cas likes to find the harder to come by items,” I tell him and press the pack to his exquisite chest. “But I think I want to taste you neat first.” I kiss his pec and lower myself to the bed, but his fingers curl under my chin.
“I want that, so much,” he rasps, licking his lips and making my spent pussy tingle back to life. “But I really want to fuck you now and if I have your mouth on me, I won’t last.”
I grin because that was hot AF. Manoeuvring, I turn around so my legs are to him, and I pull my soaked, pink panties off, throwing them to the floor. I try to push my socks down my legs too, but he stops me and shakes his head with as much seriousness as I’ve seen from him.
“They stay.”
“They look ridiculous,” I argue but he just gives me a stern glare that begs no argument and makes the flutters in my belly travel to between my spread thighs.
So I lie back, naked all but a pair of fluffy pink and yellow socks pulled to my knees, and a gorgeous beast of a man sliding a watermelon flavoured condom over the biggest erection I’ve ever seen. Just a regular Friday night.
As the rubber sheaths him, I’m once again struck by the size of him, and I have to admit to being more than nervous. “I’m starting to worry it’s not going to fit, what with all the essential organs I have and all,” I say, joking around but also quite genuine.
He smiles as he pumps himself a couple of times. “Don’t worry, sunshine, we’ll make it fit.”
Welp, there goes those fanny flutters again. “Have you ever been with someone who actually couldn’t take you?” I ask because I seem to need to stall as I hype myself up internally.
He pauses, like he’s not so sure he wants to talk about this, which is fair, bad time to bring it up really.
With a sigh, he climbs over me. “Yes,” he answers.
“But it was fine then and it will be fine now. If it’s too much or if I’m hurting you, I’ll stop, we’ll cuddle, and we’ll try again another time. ”
“Is that what happened last time? You cuddled and tried again?” Dear God, why am I asking about this? Get your head in the game, Bea.
“No,” he says gently. “That was just a one-time thing, but we talked, we kissed, she got off and so did I, just not in the way we originally planned. Now, you want to keep talking about this, or do you want to take me like I know you can?”
A little pleasured sound comes out of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “I never knew talking about past lovers could be such a turn on.”
He grins and bends down to kiss me, it’s slow and sensual, tongue licking into my mouth like he’s enjoying the flavour of me, like he can’t get enough of me. I feel him at my centre, the broad, blunt end of him pushing against my slit, and I tense up.