Page 214 of The Invite
Moving away isn’t an option. I’m not even sure I can. The thought of separating from Augustus makes me physically sick.
I must be thinking loud because Augustus shifts behind my back. Or he sensed the rising tension in my limbs. Carefully, I untangle myself but the arm around my waist tightens before I’ve moved an inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His husky and gruff voice shoots straight to my clit. “I need to check my phone.”
I squeal when I’m laid flat on my back and his weight lands on my chest. “Take care of your man first.”
Spreading my thighs, he drives his cock to the hilt.
“August!” I half moan, half protest.
“Your body is mine.” His deep voice in my ear sends an electric shiver down my spine. Pinning my hips into the mattress, he groans, “I fuck it when I want.”
Capturing my jaw, he covers my mouth with his.
A series of hard thrusts ensue, his hips slamming into my pussy over and over.
My brain short-circuits from the overload of pleasure.
I sink my fingers into his messy locks, tugging every time he hits the sweet spot that flashes stars behind my eyes.
Enveloped in him, I didn’t realize I needed this connection. The spellbinding passion. The distraction from what awaits as soon as we step outside of these walls.
Dipping his head, he lashes at my hard nipple with his tongue. My back arches as sharp teeth lock around it and suck almost to the point of pain. The sting drags out my orgasm from its cave and I scream in ecstasy.
Augustus grinds deep, drawing out my pleasure.
Pulling out abruptly, he rolls to his back. Shoving my head down, he holds it over his glistening cock with a fist in my hair. Curling his fingers around the base, he pumps it violently.
“Open,” he barks a second before his balls pull taut and he thrusts his dick in my throat. Saltiness erupts on my tongue. “Fuck. Swallow it all.”
I greedily drink every drop.
“Keep me in your mouth,” he harshly orders as he spurts one final time. I’m unsure of what to do as he pants above me and runs his fingers through my hair. It feels taboo and naughty to have him in my mouth like this after he’s finished. “Stop thinking, Ness. Just suck softly.”
The instruction puts me in a spell and I close my eyes as I suckle on the head.
“Good girl.”
Once he’s softened completely, he pulls me up and hugs me. Our momentary bliss is shattered by a pinging noise. This time the source is his phone. It reminds me to check mine too. Before I can go, though, Augustus steals my attention. The fierce protectiveness shining in his midnight eyes spreads warmth to my heart.
“Be brave for me today, honey.”
I press my lips against his, and whisper, “Okay.”
While he grabs his phone from the nightstand, I pull out mine. My stomach plummets with dread when I see two missed calls from Mr. Crane as well as a text.
Mr. Crane (Boss) – Miss Davenport, please meet me in my office today at 9AM sharp. We need to talk.
He’s going to fire me and then report me to the authorities. Will it even matter that Augustus is of legal age?
There’s one more text from Ace asking if I’m okay. His concern for my well-being has tears welling in my eyes. What must he think of me sleeping with a student?
I have to see how much damage is done. I open the social media app and horror etches on my face when a grainy picture of Augustus and me lands on my newsfeed. The phone almost slips from my grip.
Demeaning comments are written underneath the post. I’m being called names while Augustus is being celebrated for banging his teacher. I log out, unable to withstand it. No wonder he didn’t want me seeing it last night.
