Page 17 of Wishes for August

He shivered and threw his head back. Arching his dick into mine. I took the opportunity to run my tongue from his clavicle up his Adam’s apple and back to his ear. We were rutting against each other shamelessly now. Completely forgetting about the rest of the club around us. It was dark, with strobe lights matching the beat of the music. He was so hot in my arms and I did not want the moment to end. Ever.

But I needed more. His head was against my neck and I could feel his breath catch as his erection rubbed against mine, both of us trapped in our jeans. We were all heat and sensation and movement.

“I want to see you come undone Caleb, right here on this dance floor. Among all these people.”

He whimpered but ramped up his movements and I knew exactly what he was after.

“Do you need to come, baby?” I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His pupils were completely blown and all I could see in those green orbs was lust and need and want.

“So badly, Aug." He was blubbering and breathless as he spoke. “I need…I need to cum, please, please.” Clearly, he had also forgotten where we were. Not that anyone was looking at us. The dance floor was so full of bodies writhing against each other. Only their own pleasure on their minds.

I leaned forward and licked across his lips. I still hadn’t kissed him but before I could give into my need to taste him, he dove forward and crashed his mouth to mine. This was the first time he had made the first move and I relished in this confidence, smiling at the little bit of control he’d stolen from me.

Still moving against me, his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, savouring me. Fucking devouring me. Our hands were roaming all over, frantically grabbing at skin and hair, scratching and pulling. I moved away to catch my breath, but he pulled me in for kiss after kiss, stealing the air straight from my lungs. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

I had had one taste and I wanted so much more.

Breaking our kiss, I breathed into his ear, “I want you to come Caleb. Rub yourself against me, make yourself come. Right here. Right now.” He looked at me and a flash of insecurity moved across his face. He was about to start overthinking things, I just knew it, and I couldn’t have that.

I grabbed his hips in a bruising grip and moved him so my thigh was between his legs.

“Now Caleb. Make yourself come.” He groaned at my words, the vibrations moving from his chest to mine. I was demanding but if the noises he made in response were anything to go by, I knew he liked it. The way this man surrendered to me set me on fire.

Caleb lost the battle to maintain control, I could see it the moment his eyes drifted shut. He leaned forward and bit my shoulder, all while humping himself against me.

“That’s it dirty boy,” I said into his ear. I felt him shudder against me and he bit me harder. I hissed from the pain that was also so fucking pleasurable - pretty sure that he had broken the skin. I’d have a nice little reminder of all this in the morning.

And then I felt him shake and his hips ground to a halt. He was breathing rapidly against my sweaty skin, his head resting on my shoulder and his tongue slowly tracing the mark he left behind. I slid my hand down his front and felt a wet patch start to form on his jeans. I groaned, my cock still achingly hard and still so turned on. The filthy little fucker - my perfectly put together,always in control boss - came in his pants on a packed dance floor.

Chapter 11

Caleb

Icame in my pants like a fucking teenager discovering his dick for the first time. When he called me a dirty boy I exploded. I should probably have felt embarrassed. But I didn't. My body was buzzing, thrumming with lust and excitement. August still had his hand on my now soft dick, slowly moving it over my wet jeans and looking at me with a devious grin.

It took a moment for my lusty haze to clear and to realise that August never came. And that he was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed thickly. We were still close together and a small shift to the right had his dick knocking against my leg. Yep. He was hard as a rock.

Without a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the dancefloor, leading me through the sea of grinding, heaving bodies and towards the dark corridor leading to the club's restrooms. Once we reached the door to the toilets, he pushedit open and pulled me into a cubicle with him, slamming and locking the door behind us. He pushed me up against it, caging me in and we stared at each other. We were roughly the same height, though I was ever so slightly taller than him. His body was lean but well-built while I was bulkier.

But as in every moment we were together, it felt like August towered over me. His eyes alone spoke to me, making me obey him. We were soundless - apart from our heavy breathing - as we continued to stare at each other. He looked at me like was trying to read my every thought and my expression hid nothing. My eyes saidI want you, make me yours.

A small dangerous smile broke out across his face. "Caleb, fuck you are so sexy. It made me so fucking hard feeling you come against me out there. But baby I'm aching here now." I tracked his hand as it moved to cup his cock.

"Do you want me to…." I started before he captured my lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss was hard and punishing, all consuming. Ferocious. He tasted sweet and like this unique flavour that was all him. I licked into his mouth, savouring him. His tongue clashed against mine, fighting for control as he shamelessly rubbed his cock against my leg before pulling away, panting heavily.

"Turn around and pull down your pants, hands against the door," he demanded. I wanted to give him everything he asked but I didn’t want him to fuck me in this small cubicle in some dingy club. I may have been living in the moment but that wasn’t what I wanted.

"August, I don't…I'm not…. umm…." Sensing my hesitation, he put his hands on my hips and squeezed.

"Don't worry baby," he whispered, ghosting his lips over mine, “I'm not going to fuck you. The first time I sink myself into your tight ass, it won't be in a toilet cubicle. It'll be somewhere I canfuck you for hours. Somewhere I can lick you and fuck you and taste you over and over again."

My heart soared at his words - a promise that tonight wouldn’t be the last time between us. I wondered if he was aware of what he had just implied. I didn’t have much time to think about it though before he was sucking on my neck, right over my pulse point. Nuzzling his nose into my neck and inhaling me like an animal scenting its prey.

“Come on baby, turn around and show me that ass.”

Fuck. I was hard again. August made me feel insatiable. He made me feel incredibly desired and I was giddy with all the ways he made my body hum. And because his body and his voice and his intense gaze spoke to me in ways that I could feel right through my whole being, I turned around, pulled down my sticky jeans and boxers and leaned up against the door. My bare ass exposed to him.

August rested his hands over the globes of my ass, rubbing them in slow circles. Warming my skin. His hands were soft and possessive.

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