Page 41 of Wishes for August

August continued to toy with me. Brushing over that spot inside while my body started to shake beneath him.

“You see Caleb, I like the idea of keeping you desperate. Having you sleep next to me, your dick unsatisfied, beggingfor release. Maybe I’ll edge you all night. Keep you hard and dripping. Hmmm, I do like the sound of that.”

The fucker. He was unravelling me, piece by piece, word by dirty word. I squeezed my eyes shut wondering if I could will myself to come with no friction. I’d never come untouched before but now would be the perfect time to start. I was riding the edge, I just needed a little push.

My arms ached behind my back but the pain had long since morphed into a delicious pleasure that engulfed my entire body. With August still thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me wider, all I could do was lie there, my face buried in his pillows and accept what he was offering.

I felt cold air hit me as his body moved away. I turned my head as far back as I could to watch him. August grabbed a bottle of lube and started dribbling a generous amount down my crease and over his hard cock.

He looked at me and grinned, one brow lifted and a devious glint in his eyes, and in one slow, tortuous movement, slid into my stretched hole. Pulling me up so my back was flush against his chest, he slid one hand down my side while the other reached up and cupped the nape of my neck.

“You are a dream Caleb, a wet fucking dream. Tied up, pliant and needy. Your body is perfect. You have no idea how much I love the way you give it up to me. Like my own little fuck toy.”

His words spurred on my racing pulse and with the heat of our bodies mashed together, we moved as one, in perfect sync with each other. As August began placing tender kisses and nibbles up my neck while pistoning his cock into me, my mind went fuzzy and a peaceful euphoria washed over me and though my cock ached fiercely, I no longer cared about not reaching my own peak. All I cared about was being his.

His toy.

His lover.

His anything.

His everything.

August pushed me forward, keeping both hands on my back, holding me down as he pushed in deeper and harder.

“I love watching my cock disappear inside you. Your ass swallows me down so good. Always so greedy for me, dirty boy.” I whined and wriggled my hips. His thrusts sped up and it was only a few minutes later that I felt his body tense behind me.

August pulled out moments before I felt hot cum hit my lower back. “Bloody hell Caleb, you look so stunning painted with my cum.” I felt his palms slide downwards into the warm sticky liquid. Then, he rubbed it over my body, literally painting me with his seed.

“I don’t think I’ll be satisfied until every part of you is covered in me.”

I flopped down onto the bed, letting out a heavy breath. My dick lay hard beneath me and as he undid the tie from my hands, I had a fleeting thought that I would finish myself off. August threw his weight on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.

“Don’t.” His stern voice warned, as if he could read my mind. He removed the tie from around my mouth and I let out an annoyed huff.

“Fuck you August,” I muttered under my breath. He rolled off of me and pulled me towards him, wrapping me tightly in his arms.

“No can do, Boss Man. I am one hundred percent a top, but I appreciate the offer.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him.

“Not what I meant, but I figured as much.” I squirmed out of his embrace and sat up, adjusting myself all while he watched me intently.

“You’re cute when you pout,” he said. Then he rolled off the bed and pulled me - and my hard, unsatisfied dick - up with him.“Let’s have a shower, and if you are a really good boy tonight, I’ll suck your cock before we leave for work tomorrow.”

Chapter 23

August

“What is that you’re wearing?” Ruby asked, barely managing to get the words out through her laughter. I looked down at the Christmas jumper my boyfriend had lovingly chosen for me. It was forest green with the words “Sit on my carrot and I’ll make it snow” sprawled across the chest in white with sequins in the shape of snowflakes dotted around the front.

It had been two weeks and the word “boyfriend” still felt a little strange to me. But that's not to say I wasn't happy with how things had progressed between us. I was glad he was mine. I wanted him as my partner, in all the ways possible.

I wasn't over my fears that he'd find a reason to walk away, but when he looked at me, or kissed me, or made some lame joke that had me smiling, I knew he'd never intentionally hurt me.

“It’s a Christmas jumper,” I replied to Ruby, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Well, no shit August, but in all the years I have known you, you have never, not once worn anything festive. Something is different about you and I can’t quite work out what it is.” She looked at me, tipping her head from side to side.

“Still the same old me, Ruby.” I took my seat next to her and fired up my laptop. It was the last working day before the office closed for the year and I had a few things to do before I could leave, including a meeting with Caleb and Noel after lunch.

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