Page 26 of Wishes for August

Another of August’s comments that I couldn’t shake. I wanted him. Badly. And maybe that was the only way I could have him. Would it be sufficient for the romantic in me? I didn’t know.

What I did know was that I wasn't able to stay in bed a second longer.

Fuck it.

In nothing but a pair of black boxers, I left my room, my footsteps muffled by the carpet, and walked over to his room. His door was closed and I couldn’t hear any sounds coming from behind it but that didn’t deter me. In for a penny and all that.

My heart sped up, trying to pound its way out of my chest and I took a steadying breath before knocking. A few seconds later, August opened the door. He was still wearing the clothes he’d had on at dinner and he looked at me with one brow quirked, moving his eyes from my face and down my scantily clad body.

“Caleb, hey. Everything okay?”

I stepped forward, right into his space forcing him to take a step back. His breath hitched as I reached forward and gripped the front of his shirt, spinning us until his back hit the wall.

“What are you doing?” August asked in a husky voice.

“Going for what I want,” I said, before crashing my lips to his, pressing him flush against the wall. His mouth opened allowingmy tongue to sweep inside and taste him. He whimpered when I bit down on his lower lip and rocked my hips into his simultaneously.

He tasted sweet and minty, like need and want and burning desire. Our bodies were fighting for control, me eating into his mouth like he was the only thing that could keep me alive and him grabbing at my ass with enough force to bruise.

“Friends,” I muttered into his mouth, my grip on his shirt loosening as I slid my hands to the zip of his jeans. He flipped us around, stealing back control. My back hit the wall with a thud as he kissed and bit his way down my neck, licking and sucking a mark below my collarbone then continuing downwards. I hissed when his teeth grazed my nipple but he didn’t let up, sucking and biting it until I was gasping and squirming against the wall.

August took a break from his attack on my nipple to look up at me, his pupils blown and his lips swollen and wet.

“What do you want, Boss Man?”

“You,” I panted, trying to rip his shirt off him. “I want you, inside me. Fuck me, August.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, straightening up to bite into my shoulder, rubbing his hard cock against mine. “Get these off. I need to feel you,” he rasped, pulling down my boxers and leaving me stark naked. He slid down my body until he was on his knees in front of me, licking a wet stripe along the side of my erection before flicking his tongue into my slit, gathering up the evidence of my arousal.

“Mmmm fuck, you taste delicious. Sweet. Just the way I like.”

The noises he pulled from me were sinful. I wanted to be at his mercy, to have him use me however he wanted. Placing one hand on my thigh and the other on the base of my shaft, he took me into his mouth and sucked - hard. My hands shot out to grip his hair and I groaned and thrust my hips, forcing myself deeper into his throat. I looked down at him and found him gazingup at me, his eyes hooded, his brown eyes sparkling with hints of amber. Slowly releasing me from his mouth, he stood up, grabbed my hands at the wrists and placed them above my head, caging me against the wall.

Placing small kisses just below my ear, August growled, “Tell me again, Caleb. Tell me what you want.”

“You, August. Your cock, your hands, your mouth. All of you.” My breathing was rapid and the words came out in a stutter. He started to bite all over my neck, each bite not quite hard enough to break the skin but enough to have me crying out from the ecstasy of the sharp pain.

“You want me to stretch out your tight hole?”

Bite

“To make you scream?”

Bite

“To leave my marks on you - inside and out?”

Bite

“That what you want, dirty boy?”

My head was spinning as his words washed over me.

“Fuck yes, Aug, please, please.” I was frantically trying to get him naked. He let go of my hands and stepped back leaving me slumped against the bedroom wall, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I watched him take a few steps towards the bed.

“On the bed Caleb,” he ordered. “Ass up, head down.”

I gulped but threw myself on his bed with no grace. My ass high up in the air, my head on his pillow. He came up behind me, rubbing his hands over the globes of my ass.

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