Page 45 of Wishes for August

He pulled back, his eyes soft and sparkling, “I want to see the world with you August. I want you to stay by my side, always. Do all these incredible things, see all these amazing places. Together. You and Me.”

“I want that too Caleb.” I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in. He smelled like sweat and mint and a hint of pepper. He smelled like mine.

My lids fluttered open to find his gaze burning into me, his eyes bright with heat.

“Touch me,” he whispered, a rosy tint climbing up his neck and over his cheeks. I spat into my hand then moved it between us to grip his hard length. Caleb groaned when my hand made contact and again when I twisted it on the upward stroke, rubbing a finger through the slit, wet with his precum. Caleb rested his head on my shoulder, his lips pressed against my neck. “Just like that. Don't stop baby please, don't stop.”

I increased the speed of my movements, and Caleb sat up, his head tilted down to watch. He started rocking into my grip, watching as his cock disappeared in my hand.

“Spit on it baby,” I urged, and he obeyed, releasing a slow trickle of warm liquid onto himself. A whine leaving his lips as he watched me rub into into him.

Caleb looked up at me and the raw desire in his eyes took my breath away. His pupils were blown and the green rings at the edges had darkened to a green that reminded me of a forest at dawn. Dark, yet twinkling with silvery morning mist. I never wanted him to stop looking at me like this.

His lips fell open on an exhale before he wrapped both hands around my neck and pressed his lips to mine. His breath came out in heavy pants that I could feel and taste, hot and sweet and needy. Our movements were a dance, one which grew in tempo as it neared the end.

“Give me your cum, my dirty boy,” I ground out and felt his body tense.

“Oh, fuck yes, August,” he cried as his orgasm raced through him and hot cum coated my stomach and hand. I released his cock, rubbing my hand up along his naked, sweaty chest before bringing it to my mouth and licking off the remains of his release.

“That’s so bloody hot, you're so bloody hot.” He let out a satisfied sigh and fell against me, giving me his full weight. I tickled my fingers down his spine and to his crease, pressing one finger in to circle his puckered hole. Caleb shuddered on my lap and pressed back against the finger seeking entry into him.

“Turn around, I want your ass,” I whispered.

Caleb started to roll off my lap and I moved myself to remove my boxers just as a loud knock sounded on the bedroom door.

“Morning boys! Are you ready to swim?” Ashley shouted through the door, and I looked at Caleb, my brow raised inquestion, my dick still hard behind the cotton of my boxers which were still half on.

“She realises it’s the middle of winter, right?”

Caleb gave me a guilty look and climbed off the bed and began rummaging through his suitcase, pulling out two pairs of candy cane printed swimming shorts. He flung a pair at me and I caught it midair.

“The Winters family do a Christmas dip every year. It’s a tradition. Come on, get ready.” He shrugged on his shorts and watched me expectantly.

“Caleb, no, I am not getting into any body of water when it’s freezing out.” I threw the shorts back at him. “Also, I was about to bury myself in your sweet ass, which sounds like a far better place to be.” I gestured to the bulge in my boxers.

He grinned at me. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Loads of people go and it’s really fun. The cold water is invigorating. Trust me.” He moved closer and pressed a kiss to my cheek, resting his hand over my cock.

“Give it a try sweetheart. And I’ll warm you up later - however you want.” He winked at me and the promise in his voice was enough to have me up and out of bed, ready to throw myself into icy water.

For him.

Because I did things I wouldn’t usually do,for him.

The beach was a forty-five minute drive from their house and though the roads had been quiet on account of it being Christmas Day, the beach was much busier than I’d anticipated.

Families were scattered all over the pebbled beach. Most dressed in some form of Christmas attire - Santa themed bathingsuits, Christmas hats, full on elf onesies. I’d never seen anything like it.

“Ready August?” Ashley asked, rubbing her hands together in a failed attempt at warming them up. She was wrapped in a towel but her body still shivered as she spoke to me. Caleb had his arms wrapped around me, both of us dressed in waterproof robes. I grimaced as I looked at the choppy grey sea in the distance. I listened as swimmers shrieked as they threw themselves into the icy water.

“Remind me again why we are doing this?” I asked.

Lottie came up behind us then, dressed in a red swimsuit. “Because, it’s for charity and because it’s a great way to clear out the cobwebs, wash away the worries of the past year. And it’s tradition.”

I looked back at Caleb and he shrugged. “We are suckers for tradition. And now, you’re in on it too.”

Cold snaked up my bare legs and I shivered in his hold but straightened my shoulders and with a confidence that surprised me I said, “Okay! Let’s do this.” Caleb kissed the back of my head before releasing me and we stripped down to our shorts. Without a word of warning, Ashley shoved Caleb backwards and he lost his balance, landing with a thud on the shingle beneath him.

“What the fuck Ash!” he yelped, and she laughed, then darted towards the sea.

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