Page 48 of Wishes for August

I fingered the little black box in my pocket. I’d had a house key cut for him and connected it to a keyring engraved with our initials. On the back was a photo of the two of us taken in front of the London Eye. We had taken Declan up in the big wheel overlooking the River Thames. The day had been cold but clear and we’d all enjoyed the trip around before walking along the Southbank and finally grabbing some hot chocolates for the train ride home. At the end of the day, August had told me it had been one his favourite days spent with his two favourite people.

As soon as we got done in the office, I planned to take him out for dinner and then ask him. I knew in my heart that the time was right. Everything about being with him just felt right, like our hearts and souls aligned.

As though thinking of the man summoned him, August strolled into my office. He had long since stopped knocking, walking in as though he ran the place.

He looked gorgeous dressed in a tight fitting black long sleeve and black skinny jeans, his hair perfectly styled. My eyes honed in on the purple mark on the side of his neck and I flushed at the memory of putting it there last night.

“Hey Boss Man,” he said as he rounded my table and pushed my chair back, sitting to straddle me. He leaned in and kissed me, softly, his lips a light whisper against mine, before he moved his mouth to nibble on my ear. My cock jerked as he bit down, the sharp pain making me shudder and I grabbed his hips to pull him down firmly so he could feel my length harden beneath him.

“Hey sweetheart.” I nuzzled my nose against his cheek, guiding his mouth back to mine. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked, licking his lips. He tasted like coffee and caramel, and I wanted to delve deeper, to taste more.

“No reason, didn’t think I needed one.” His words were spoken right into me and I took the opportunity to dive in, my tongue twirling with his. He deepened the kiss, grabbing my head andguiding me as he wanted. August rolled his hips on my lap and a groan escaped me.

“Someone’s feeling horny this morning,” August mused as he undid my belt and slid his hand into my boxers. The skin on his hand was warm and soft, a contradiction to the rough way in which he handled me - his grip on my cock was almost uncomfortable, edging on painful but my reaction was visceral - my hips moved on their own volition, thrusting up and my pulse picked up, the blood pumping furiously in my ears.

“Is my boyfriend feeling needy?” August asked, trailing his lips down my cheek and further down to suck a mark onto the side of my neck.

“I love it when you call me that,” I moaned out as he continued marking my neck while also slowly moving his hand up and down, his grip still firm.

“Yeah?” he asked once he was satisfied with the hickey he’d left behind. One of many that wouldn’t be easy to cover up. If hickeys were a sign of ownership there was never any question that we belonged to each other.

August released me, and I couldn’t hold back the whine at the loss of his touch. He caught my eye, and with a devious grin he slid to the floor, pulling my trousers with him as he did. I lifted my ass off my seat so he could pull them all the way off. My cock was hard as steel, and I could see a wet patch growing over my blue boxers.

“Hmmm,” I nodded eagerly as August kneeled below me. His smile was wicked and full of promise and fuck how I loved when he looked at me that way.

“Pull your cock out for me, my dirty boy. Show your boyfriend how much you want him.” His words sent a buzz of lust through me. Never one to disobey, I pulled my boxers down to rest below my balls. August licked his lips and brought his mouth to my exposed cock.

“Perfect,” he said as he sucked the head, forcing a hiss out of me. He moved one hand to my balls and rolled them before he moved further down to rub a finger along my taint. I bucked my hips and he chuckled. “Always so impatient.”

Then he sank his mouth down and swallowed me to the back of his throat. He was tight around me and my eyes rolled from the intensity of the sensation. They begged to close, but I wanted to see him, to watch him, so I fought the impulse and locked my eyes on the perfect man below me. August wrapped his other hand around the base of my shaft and twisted while bobbing his head up and down. My own hands found their way into August’s hair, and I ran my fingers through it, loving the feel of the soft strands. When he grazed his teeth along my erection, I hissed and tugged on his hair. He chuckled around me, his mouth full of me.

August picked up his pace, wetness pooling around my neatly shaved pubic hair as he sucked me, taking me as far back as he could. Tingles raced up my spine and my skin flushed with heat. I slipped one hand down his cheek and then gently pressed a finger into his mouth beside my cock. He didn’t falter, sucking my cock and my finger and moaning at the intrusion as his lips stretched even more. The vibrations set me off. My body tensed, then relaxed, a lightness taking over as I released rope after rope of cum into his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so good,” I cried out.

August pulled off, shot up and kissed me hard. I could taste myself, mixed with the unique flavour that was all him. It was intoxicating. My body felt weak and satiated as I lifted my hands to his belt but was surprised when he pushed them away at the same time that he pulled his mouth from mine. I chased his lips, not wanting the moment to end.

“Later,” he said, his breath coming out choppy. “Later, I’m going to tie you to your bed and fuck you so hard you see stars.”I gulped at the image that ran through my mind. He loved tying me up and the thought made me shudder with anticipation.

August ran his hands through his hair, trying to fix the mess I’d made of it, then he walked to the other side of my desk and ran his hand over the smooth wooden finish.

“And one day Boss Man, one day soon, I’m going to fuck you over this desk.”

With that he shot me his naughty smile and walked out of my office. It reminded me so much of that first night here. The way he made a dirty remark and then left. Only this time it was different because unlike that day, I knew he would be coming back.

I spent the next few hours deep in crisis mode as I dealt with some issues on a campaign that should hopefully be coming to an end soon. I was typing out an email to our public relations director when my office phone buzzed, my PA’s name flashing across the screen.

“Hi Daisy,” I answered as I continued typing.

“Caleb.” She sounded off, her tone flat. I stopped what I was doing and focused on the call. It wasn’t like Daisy to sound distant.

“You have a visitor out here, she says she’s your girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?” I blurted out. What the hell was going on?

“Her name is Dina. She says it’s very important that she sees you.”

What the fuck was Dina doing here and why was she telling Daisy she was my girlfriend? I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated at her unexpectedly showing up. I hadn’t heard a word from her since she’d dumped me five months ago.

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