Page 18 of Wishes for August

"Fuuuuck Caleb, your ass is incredible. I want to bite it and mark it up." I groaned, hard as a fucking rock. I wanted to stroke myself, but I learned last time not to move without his instruction.

I heard August spit and then the quietschick schickas he wet his cock. Then he rubbed his hand between my thighs, slowly widening the gap between my legs. I instinctively lifted up on my toes when I felt his hard cock between my thighs, making the perfect channel for him.

"Squeeze your legs together, I'm gonna give you a little preview of how I’m going to wreck your tight hole." Fuck, his words were filthy and delicious. August pressed his spit slicked cock between my thighs and started to rock himself back and forth. His breath was hot on my back causing goosebumps tobreak out on my skin. I was just a vessel for his pleasure, and I fucking loved it. I was his to use and enjoy. And enjoy me he did. fucking into my thighs at a rapid pace. He was taking his pleasure from my body, grunting as he used me to chase his release. Soon his thrusts lost their rhythm and I felt his body shake behind me.

"Oh! God baby I'm gonna come." He sped up his thrusts before he pulled back and I felt the loss of him behind me as cool air hit my overheated skin. I turned around to see him furiously fucking his fist. Without any thought other than pleasing him, I dropped to my knees, my jeans still around my ankles, and opened my mouth. August took the hint and aimed his cock at my mouth just as he exploded. His hot, salty cum pooling on my tongue. I held it there. Not breaking eye contact with him. This was new to me. All of it. Before August, I’d had sex, but this was on a totally different level.

August considered me for a beat then leaned forward, pulled me up by my t-shirt and crashed his mouth to mine. Licking into my mouth, his seed now swirling between us. We both groaned, deep and long as we shared his cum. He pulled away, looking me directly in the eyes and smiled. He had a drop of cum on the side of his lip which he wiped up with the corner of his thumb.

"You are a fucking revelation Caleb," he said. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but the sound of a cubicle door slam brought reality crashing back in. I looked down at our partly naked bodies and then back up to meet August's eyes and I suddenly felt anxious. Not because I had shared an incredible orgasm with my employee in a club. No, I was anxious because I could see his shutters coming up. I could see those carefully crafted walls blocking me out again.

"Come home with me," I whispered. It wasn’t a good idea, but I felt connected to this man, and I wanted him to feel the same.

"No can do Boss Man. This isn't that," he sighed, letting out a stuttered breath. I was sure he was lying but I didn’t want to call him on it. He looked down, pulled up his jeans and went to leave the cubicle. I fumbled with my still damp underwear and jeans and reached out for his arm, gripping him lightly.

"August, don't go. Stay. Let's get a drink, maybe dance some more," I begged. It was not dignified but fuck it, I wanted him to stay.

He looked at me and slowly shook his head, his brows furrowed, a resigned look on his face. Then he walked out. Again. He walked out on me again. I needed to stop putting myself in these situations. I wanted so much more than August seemed to want to offer me. And it was about time my dick got the memo before my heart ended up in tatters.

Chapter 12

August

Ineeded to have a serious conversation with myself. What the actual fuckity fuck was I thinking? The truth? I wasn’t. I was jealous of the twink hitting on Caleb and I was overwhelmed by the irrational need to claim him as mine. I was impulsive and reckless and I don’t regret my actions. Well, I didn’t regret them until the moment he asked me to go home with him and my fucking insecurities raised their ugly heads.

The problem was that each time Caleb and I were together - and not just sexually - I was growing more and more enamoured with him. I was starting to anticipate seeing him. A swirling feeling in my gut started every time I walked into the office and my eyes moved of their own accord, searching him out. I couldn’t even find the right words to describe the disappointment I felt when he wasn’t around. It was a visceral sort of disappointment that made my chest feel uncomfortable.

All weekend, I swung from being adamant that nothing more could happen between us, to thinking I’d ask him out on a proper date, and then back to being blocked by my fear of abandonment. At one point I even considered suggesting a friends with benefits arrangement. It was exhausting and by Monday morning, I was no closer to knowing what to do. Caleb was so perfect, and I was just a big mess that time had taught was not worth staying for.

My feelings were confusing as fuck.

On Saturday night, after the “incident”, I’d hightailed it out of the club, shooting off a text to tell Branson I was leaving. He hadn’t come home until late Sunday night and so had no idea what had gone down on that dance floor. And for the first time since we’d met, I was too embarrassed to tell him what I’d done. Not the sex part - he wouldn’t care about that, we’d shared enough over the years - but the part where I’d turned Caleb down again.

For Branson, finding someone to date, to get to know, maybe even to marry was exciting, a goal to achieve, but for me, well, the idea scared the ever loving shit out of me.

After a restless weekend where sleep evaded me in favour of thoughts of the man with the pretty green eyes and sinful mouth, I had struggled to get out of bed. Which meant, I’d missed my standing coffee date with Bran.

When I arrived at work, I found him standing outside, his eyes closed, face pointed to the sun.

“Good morning sunshine,” I mocked, as I bumped my shoulder into his. He opened his blue eyes and smiled at me.

“Morning Aug, nice of you to roll your butt out of bed and join the working world.” He aimed a shit-eating grin my way and handed me a coffee. I could have kissed him for remembering to bring me one. I needed the caffeine boost so badly. The thoughtof a full day of work and a full day of playing the avoidance game made me groan loudly.

I felt the heated stare of my best friend on the side of my face as I took a large gulp of my drink.

“Spit it out Branson. You are insufferable when you do that silent nosey thing that you do.”

“My silent nosey thing?” he asked, the humour in his voice rubbing me the wrong way, I wasn’t in the mood for his shit, I was too tired.

“So,” he started.

Here we go.

“I saw you on Saturday night, humping that guy on the dancefloor, you looked very cosy, all kissy and lovey.”

“Kissy and lovey? What, are you five?” I snarked. He ignored me and carried on.

“I was watching you - not in a creepy way, obviously,”

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