17. No. 24 Multiple orgasms
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Bea
“Relax,” he rumbles against my ear.
“Easy for you to say,” I breathe. “You’re not about to be impaled on a totem pole.”
He shakes with laughter. “Will you stop cracking jokes when I’m trying be all sexy over here.”
My smile is a force I can’t fight as my hands delve into the thick strands of dark hair. “You’re very sexy, here, there, and everywhere.”
He hums an almost disbelieving sound but before I can wax poetic about all the ways I find him attractive, he’s kissing me again.
I melt into August’s kisses, my body relaxing and enjoying the feel of his large body wrapped around mine, my legs cradle his hips, opening myself up and when he nudges at my entrance again, I force myself to stay relaxed.
With gentle working, the tip of him pushes into me and I gasp as he moans, burying his face in my neck, the prickle of his stubble tickling at my soft skin. Gripping his waist, I urge him further, feeling the stretch as he slowly buries his length inside me.
“God, you feel good.” His gruff voice vibrates in the small space between my neck and shoulder, his breath hot and humid.
My voice is lost to the feeling of fullness, I know he’s not all the way in yet but I’m already feeling him everywhere.
The sting ebbs away to a pleasurable throb, my body knowing there’s more to come and begging for it all.
August pushes in further, every movement careful and calculated, he pulls back an inch just to push in two, he stops any time I tense, allowing me to adjust with gentle kisses to my neck, cheek, and lips.
Murmuring soft words of encouragement and praise until I’m a whimpering mess and I feel the press of his hips to my pelvis.
“Fuck,” August groans, elongating the word for several seconds.
He looks down at me, reading my face like a particularly riveting book.
“You okay?” he breathes, and I nod, staring up at him and feeling myself adapting to the intrusion of him with every passing second.
His hand cups the top of my head holding me in place as he dips to press his lips to mine. “I’ve got you, okay?”
“Okay,” I say shakily.
August pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, going frustratingly slow. It’s still not exactly comfortable but it’s not painful and slow isn’t really my jam, so I dig my heels—still covered by my stupid socks—into the small of his back and urge him on.
“Faster,” I pant, and he doesn’t question it, pumping his hips faster, his length hitting places inside of me that have never been explored. It’s heady. “Harder,” I grind out.
August growls into my ear, a sound so Goddamned sexy I may actually combust, his hips slapping the backs of my thighs with juddering force. The room echoes with the sound of skin smacking skin, our heavy breathing, and August’s sexy grunts mixing with my pleasured whimpers.
“So good,” he tells me. “Your pussy feels so good, sunshine. You’re squeezing me so tight. You love it don’t you? You love taking a big cock.”
Imma bust. “Yes,” I whine. “Yours, I like taking yours.”
“My what? Say it, Bea.” He bares his teeth.
“Your big, fat cock. Give me more,” I moan, arching my neck as August’s length slides over some sensitive spot inside me that lights up my insides like the Blackpool illuminations. “Oh August, right there, I’m going to—”
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, sunshine, soak me.” He’s fucking into me with powerful thrusts, his hand still holding my head so I don’t scoot up the bed and off the other side.
My bed is squeaking like it might give up the ghost entirely at any second and I couldn’t care less if it just disintegrates beneath us because I’m climbing higher and higher.
“Come on, Bea, give it up for me,” he pants into my ear before sucking the lobe between his pillowy lips.
And that, for the first time in my life, is my undoing.
I don’t think a guy has ever made me come twice in one sitting before.
That’s the thought that briefly flashes through my mind before all consideration is blown away by the force of my orgasm, everything clamping around August, keeping him close to me, my arms, my legs, my pussy.
August jerks above me, his hot breath close to my ear and he stills, a low groan vibrating from his chest as he comes.
“God, Sunshine,” he moans. “You were so good. So, so good for me.”
“Jesus,” I breathe. “You’re doing things to me.”
He chuckles into my neck as his body weight blankets me, both of us sweat slicked and breathing hard. “Give me a second,” he says, pushing off of me and then I’m so very cold.
“Where are you going?” I whine, pouting my lips and blindly reaching for him when I can’t seem to open my eyes.
“To clean up, I’ll be back,” he says, and I hum, curling in on myself.
I flinch when rough hands grip my calves and spread my legs. I push myself up to my elbows with a gasp, eyes springing open. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up,” he says simply, staring at my bare pussy with consideration before pulling a damp cloth from somewhere and swiping up the length of my sex.
“You wore a condom,” I argue.
“You made enough mess for both of us.” He smirks and looks up at me.
“Rude,” I tsk.
The cloth is damp and cool, soothing my abused flesh and cleaning away the slickness I’d left there. “There,” he says, when he’s done and leans forward to press a soft kiss between my legs. My eyes widen but I just watch him leave the room again, bubble butt flexing with each step.
“Will you stay?” I ask over a yawn when he returns.
“Of course,” he assures, pulling the covers of my bed down so he can climb in, limbs heavy and eyes drooping.
He settles in behind me, holding me close and making no attempt to hide the fact he’s smelling my hair.
I move his arm up until his wrist is nestled between my breasts, I hug it like a safety blanket and I’m asleep before I can tell him goodnight.
My eyes flutter open slowly and I feel warm, still cocooned in August’s tight embrace, but I’m distinctly aware of a missing presence. I usually wake up with Heathcliff curled at the top of my head and when I pat the pillow above me, I find no sign of him.
“Your cat has boundary issues,” a muffled rasp comes from behind me and when I turn over to meet him, I giggle. Heathcliff has nestled above August’s head, his black tail swiping back and forth over the man’s furrowed brow.
“I can’t believe he likes you so much, he normally stays away from men,” I say, reaching to try and extricate my stubborn feline, but August grabs my wrist and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my pulse point.
“Leave him be, I’m scared he’ll dig his claws into my scalp if you try and drag him off.”
“Likely,” I agree, trailing my hand over his bare chest. “Do you want some breakfast? I could make a brie and honey bagel or cheddar and marmalade on crumpets I got from Butcher’s Bakery? Or I’ve got bread if you just want some toast? I’ve got mint sauce.”
August blinks several times and frowns deeply. “Mint sauce on toast?”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I singsong.
“Cheese and marmalade?”
“Delicious.” I chef’s kiss.
“Brie and honey?”
“A match made in heaven.”
He groans and closes his eyes. “It’s too early to be thinking of this.”
“So that’s a no to breakfast?”
He creeps one eye open to look at me. “I have to go and let Darcy out. I can’t really leave him any longer, and I need a shower and to clean my teeth. I should head home.”
“Oh, okay.” I try to hide the disappointment in my tone and keep my smile easy.
“But, if you don’t mind Darcy coming with me, I’d love to join you for breakfast once I’m freshened up?” He lays his hand on my cheek, thumb stroking small circles onto my temple.
I relax back into the pillow and grin at him. “I can work with that.”
He leans into me to kiss my lips and Heathcliff meows in annoyance, scrambling to his feet and walking down the length of August’s body in protest before he jumps off the bed and disappears. “Why do I feel he’s plotting my demise?” August whispers over my lips.
“He is,” I whisper back, gravely. “You may only have hours left.”
“You best start the toast then; I can’t possibly die without having tried mint sauce on toast.”
“It would be a crying shame.”
He grins and closes the mere distance between us, kissing me like morning breath isn’t even a thing. “Give me forty minutes?”
“Sure,” I agree easily, knowing I need at least that to call Cas and tell them about every detail of the last twenty-four hours. I hope August doesn’t mind, but I tell Cas everything and this is huge.
August gets up, gathering his clothes and putting them back on before he turns to rake his eyes over my still naked body—aside from the socks that have now sagged so they’re mostly gathered around my ankles—tangled in the sheets and smiles a smile that’s both smug and awed.
It makes me bite my lip in an attempt not to show him how giddy I’m feeling.
“Fucking hell,” he huffs over a laugh, shaking his head and swiping his palm over his face, but he doesn’t manage to wipe away his cheesy grin. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
“I’ll have the toast and mint sauce ready.”
He shakes his head again but doesn’t say anything else, walking out of my bedroom beaming.
I wait until I hear the front door close before I squeal into my pillow.
My stomach is alive with nervous excitement, my heart thumping at double speed and I cannot temper this damn smile if I try.
Finding my pyjama top half hanging off my bedside table, I pull it over my head and take my phone in hand, pressing Cas’s contact.
When the camera comes to life, a very bleary-eyed Cas scowls at me from the screen. “Dude, what the Hell, it’s my day off and it so early.”
“I slept with August,” I blurt without preamble.
Cas rolls their sleepy eyes. “Wow, who could have seen that coming?”
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated at this time.” I purse my lips then squint at my phone. “Where are you?” I ask, not recognising the bedding or the wall behind them.