Page 166 of The Invite
A minute later, she returns with our request and vanishes again. I’m immensely satisfied when she glances longingly at Augustus, who has his gaze glued to my face and his fingers absently stroking my ponytail.
As soon as it’s just us, his grip goes from playful to hard, and he tugs. Licking the spot where his hickey sits, his mouth traces to my ear. “The sight of you jealous over me is my second favorite thing about you.”
“What’s the first?”
“You naked and begging me to let you come.”
I shudder, replaying all the carnal ways he’s brought me wicked pleasure. My body plays to his tunes every time he touches me. Even now, sore from taking two rough poundings of his huge cock, I’m burning up all over again.
Attuned to my body’s signals, he doesn’t miss the squeezing of my thighs or my choppy breaths. Dragging his hand toward my pussy, he flicks his tongue on my earlobe. I feel it directly on my clit.
“Show me your tits.”
My eyelids fly open. “Right here?”
“Yeah.”
“Someone will see, Augustus.”
Sharp teeth replace his teasing tongue and bite down on my ear. “We’re the only ones here. So, do it fast.”
“But—”
“No buts, Nessa,” he growls. “We have a deal. You give me your body, no questions asked.” My hips roll as his palmbrazenly cups my pussy over the jeans and he grinds the heel of his wrist right against my clit. “Right now, I want to stare at my marks on your tits and suck on those cherry pink nipples.”
Baring myself in public has never crossed my mind in my wildest dreams, but Augustus’s filthy words alone tempt me to shed all my inhibitions. I’m scared of how aroused I am.
“You sold your soul to the devil,” he rasps. “It’s time to pay up.”
Before I lose the courage, I reach up and lower the neckline of my tank top. Since I went braless, my breasts pop out one by one, displaying lewdly for Augustus’s salacious gaze. Cool air hardens my nipples into stones. Blue and purple bruises mar the pale skin.
Yet he makes no move to taste them.
I squirm, blushing furiously. I become hyperaware of the voices of the neighboring customers despite us being secluded in the corner. Nevertheless, I become wetter under the blazing heat of Augustus’s stare.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, his mouth descends and seals around my right breast. My back bows when he suctions hard, rolling his tongue around the peak. A moan threatens to slip free, but his palm slaps over my lips, cutting it off.
He sucks for a good long minute until it’s sensitive and swollen. I keep looking over our booth to make sure no one is walking in our direction. It’s not an easy feat with his hungry mouth toying and tasting his marks.
Switching to the other, he twists my body for a deeper angle. I can’t resist arching against his lashing tongue. He eats my breasts like he eats my pussy. Filthily. Recklessly. Thoroughly.
I’m so close to climaxing from it alone.
Just as the thought strikes, I catch a flash of the waitress in my peripheral. Shit. She’s marching toward our section. With my mouth covered, I can’t warn Augustus.
Twisting my fingers in his silky hair, I pull extra hard and slap his arm with the other. Feral eyes lift to mine and narrow, promising sweet retribution for interrupting him.
Wrenching his palm down, I gulp a breath and wheeze out, “The waitress.”
He glances over his shoulder while I hastily cover my chest and lean forward on the table with my arms crossed. My efforts are in futility because Augustus doesn’t wipe his glistening lips, which are swollen and red from all the sucking. Only when the waitress finally stops at our table does he lick his luscious mouth, making her attention drop to the small movement.
The girl flicks her furrowed gaze in my direction and they widen when she sees the flush painted on my cheekbones. With my hair tied in a ponytail, I can’t hide the pointed tips poking against my top, giving away just what was happening before she arrived. Tables have turned and now she’s reeking of jealousy.
A swallow works down her throat before she croaks, “Decided what to order?”
Augustus flicks open the untouched menu, taking control of the situation while I’m still getting my breathing under control and simultaneously trying not to die of embarrassment. He’s completely composed, arrogant, and nonchalant as ever.
Stretching his arm behind me, he massages the back of my neck soothingly and places our order—two plates of steak, mashed potatoes, and a side salad.
