Page 11 of Wishes for August

In my office I sunk down into the sofa, a contented sigh leaving my lips. I had enjoyed the evening immensely and while I knew it needed to end, I couldn’t stop thinking about the near kiss we had shared and how badly I wanted to rewind to that moment. To change the past so that we were not interrupted. But that is the funny thing about time, you can’t ever go back.

Staring out of my office window, gazing at the lights of London, my heart felt full as I thought over this rest of the evening and my time with August. I had enjoyed watching him open up to me, his walls coming down briefly, a playful smile tugging at his lips. And picturing him fucking some guy in a club? Well, that did all sorts of things to me and had my mind going to some filthy places. Playful, flirtatious August was a treasure I was so lucky to have seen.

My head was resting on the back of the sofa, my hands lying lazily in my lap and my eyes shut. A sound from behind me had my eyes shooting open and before I could turn back to see where the noise had come from, a warm hand skimmed over my shoulder and came to a stop on the back of my neck, holding me in a light grip. My breath caught and I let out a small groan when a second hand stroked over my shoulder, moving down and under the front of my shirt, coming to rest over my peaked nipple.

I wet my lips, not daring to move when August leaned into my ear and whispered, “This is probably a very bad idea.”

On instinct, I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. He took my cue and licked a stripe from the base up to my earlobe. My breaths were coming out in quick pants. I was sofucking hard, my dick throbbing, begging to be released from the confines of my trousers.

“Stop me if you don’t want this,” he said, slowly running the hand that was on my back, around the front of my neck, squeezing gently as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, biting down on the soft skin. I let out a hiss from the sting and he did it again. A whimper escaped me at the feeling of his teeth grazing my flesh.

“You taste so good Boss Man,” he growled as he continued to hold my neck and lick along the side of it. His other hand twisted my nipple and my nerve endings sparked with awareness. My nipples were so sensitive that every twist was as good as a stroke to my dick.

August pulled away from me, and I felt the coolness of his absence. He came around to the front of the sofa and I could see the outline of his hard dick in his jeans . He rested his hand over it and gave it a squeeze.

“I want more of you Caleb." He crouched down, resting his hands on either side of the sofa, his eyes meeting mine. His pupils were dilated, lust written all over his features. “Can I?” he asked in a breathless whisper.

My words caught in my throat, but I managed a nod and a quiet, “Yes.”

“Anything I want?” That wicked grin I was beginning to crave was back on his face. I knew better than to give this man free reign but, in that moment, my head was not the one in charge of my actions.

I gulped before nodding, “Yes.”

His eyes widened momentarily before he ran his right hand along my thigh, over the bulge in my trousers.

“You’re so hard for me,” he said as he toyed with my cock. My head dropped back on the sofa and I thrust my hips up into histouch. Slowly, he moved his hand from my lap, and up to the back of my neck, his fingers toying gently with the hair there.

August let out an animalistic groan and abruptly straightened up, dropped his hands to his side and stepped back. He was in his polo shirt and jeans, his coat obviously having been removed before he entered my office.

“Stand up,” he growled, and I hesitated for a fraction of a second before doing as he asked. He stepped forward right into me, our fully clothed chests brushing against each other. I could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart, his breath warm against my lips. August loomed over me. I was taller than him by a few inches but at that moment, he felt so much bigger than me. I thought he might kiss me, but instead, he took a few tentative steps back towards the window, his eyes trained on me the whole time.

“Take off your clothes." His voice was commanding and he had a steely look in his eyes. I obeyed, toeing off my shoes, slipping down my slacks, and stepping out of them before slowly unbuttoning my shirt, my eyes fixed on my shaking fingers as I worked to remove my shirt. I didn’t stop to question why I was so quick to follow his orders. I only knew I wanted to give him this power.

“Boxers too,” he barked. My gaze shot up to his. My breathing was becoming erratic, and my rational thinking was trying to come back online. What was I doing? He was my employee. This was my office. This was all sorts of wrong. And why did my dick grow so much harder when he was looking at me so sternly.

Too many questions Caleb. Ignore. Ignore.

Slowly, I peeled down by black boxers, exposing my painfully hard erection to August. He remained still as a statue, with only the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple and a slight tick near his jaw.

“Kneel.” One word. That was all he gave me, and I obeyed. This time I didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter. I fell to my knees. My cock bounced against my stomach with the movement and I looked to him for further instruction. Never had I been treated this way. My brain told me to rebel, to tell him to ask nicely, but my body wanted to do nothing but follow this man’s every command.

Slowly, August stalked towards me. Like a lion stalking its prey. His eyes never leaving mine.

“You look good on your knees, Boss Man,” he smirked, fire burning in his eyes. The fucker smirked, his gaze drifting down to my dripping dick. He licked his lips, his voice smooth like warm honey. “You’re looking a little needy.” A small whimper left my throat and I coughed to try to cover it up. But there was no use. August knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was loving every second of it.

Standing right in front of me, he started to unzip his jeans. I let my eyes drift down to his crotch, following the movement of his hands. His hard cock was trapped behind his underwear, and I had this sudden urge to lean forward and sniff him. I leaned forward and rubbed my nose into the fabric, tonguing over his erection, making the fabric wet. I breathed him in, his musky smell invaded my senses and I breathed in deeply again, inhaling as much of his scent as I could.

“Take me out.”

My breath hitched. This was happening. No going back now. I reached forward and slowly pulled down the front of his briefs. They were soft under my hands, warm from his body heat. His dick popped out, thick and uncut, the head of his cock sticking out from his foreskin and a small drop of precum glistened on the crown, inviting me closer. I leaned into him, readying my tongue to taste him.

“Don’t!” His command caught me off guard and I backed up sharply, letting out a frustrated groan. He was toying with me, and the anticipation was driving me wild.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Once again, I complied. Still not sure why I was giving in so easily. I guess I would assess this all later, right now I couldn’t think past the smell of male in the air and the ache in my dick. I looked up at him from my spot on the office carpet.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” August directed as he moved his lower half even closer, his dick now in his hand, he rubbed it against my cheek. It was smooth and hot and he left a trail of precum across my skin. In one slow movement, he brought his hard length to my mouth and rested it on my waiting tongue. It was heavy and salty and I wanted to take all of him into my mouth. But I did not dare move.

“Well fuck, this is a pretty sight. You are a pretty sight. On your knees, cock dripping on your expensive carpet, just waiting for me to make you gag.”

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