Page 42 of Open Liner
“Oh god,” August gasped, a sharp urgency in his tone. “If you want me to last, you’d better stop talking like that.”
“You want that, baby?” I teased as I fucked into him steadily, addicted to the smooth glide. My balls grew heavy, the tension increasing with every thrust. “My cock in your mouth, in your hole, every chance we get?”
A whimper sounded from him, and a thrill whispered through me. If that was a fantasy of his, I’d happily make it come true. If I had him in my life, in my home, I wouldn’t be able to stop from sliding into him constantly, if only to watch the sweet surrender on his features.
I nipped along his neck as my pace increased, those sharp, short strokes dragging me closer and closer to the edge. Sweat trickled down my back as my thighs burned from holding him upright like this, a similar burn in my forearms. Not like I cared. I could pay for it tomorrow, but having August in my arms, fucking him up against my wall was worth any aches.
My heart ran rampant, wild and uncontrolled as I fucked him like I’d never get the chance again. A frenzy claimed my movements as I rammed into him over and over again, our moans and cries growing louder. The skin-to-skin sensations pushed me into overdrive, the chemistry between us undeniable. I’d never connected with anyone the way I did with him, and I never wanted this to end.
My breaths came faster, sweat rolling down my forehead with a tickle as the tension gripped me so hard I could focus on little else. So. Damn. Close.
His hole gripped me tight with each glide, and as I slid in again, all the pressure tipped over.
My balls drew up, and I came hard.
My vision blanked, my grip on his thighs tightening, and my cum spilled from me in violent spurts. I sagged forward, crushing August against the wall as I tried to catch my breath, floating on the pleasure flooding through my limbs.
“Fuck,” I swore, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
As I settled back to earth, I began to pull out of him, my cock already growing soft, and brought his legs down from my hips. Once he was settled on his feet, I tugged the condom off and tied it. His cock jutted out, desperate and needy, and August licked his lips as he gave it a stroke.
“Nope, none of that,” I said. “You’re going to come inside me.”
My legs were a little shaky as I reached down to swipe the leftover condoms and lube, passing them over to August. When he grabbed them from me, I made my way over to my couch and bent over. “Want to take me here?”
“God, you’re such a fantasy.” August tore the packet and rolled the condom on. Then he strode over to the couch and dropped to his knees behind me. “I’m dying to come, but I want a taste of you first.”
He leaned in and licked from taint to hole. The heat of his tongue, the wet glide, sent a burst of pure adrenaline through me. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and it had been even longer since I’d been rimmed, but my limbs were lax and lazy in the wake of my release. August gave a few more exploratory licks before he gripped my cheeks hard.
Then he devoured.
My legs shook from the onslaught, his lips, tongue, teeth all working in unison to unmake me. I’d just come hard, but already, my cock started to stiffen again at the onslaught of pleasure as August ate me out like a fucking feast. I gripped the back of the sofa tightly, moans escaping me, first soft and then louder and louder. Spit dribbled down my thigh, but August didn’t pause for air as he continued to lick and suck at my hole, the intensity increasing by the second.
Goddamn. August was a force, and I was helpless to resist him, whether it was being drawn to him or surrendering to him.
He pulled back, his breaths puffing against my hole. “Almost as delicious as your cock.”
My length perked up, stiffening despite the orgasm he’d wrung from me. “Fuck me, baby,” I murmured, thrusting my hips back. “Come inside me.”
“Damn, this ass,” August swore as he pushed up behind me. His hands circled around my hips, and he pried my cheeks open wide. His tip brushed against my hole. Normally, I’d need prep after such a long time, but he’d eaten me out so well I could easily take him. “You’re going to feel amazing.”
He began to push inside me, taking his time. There was a slight burn, a stretch there that I didn’t mind. My muscles relaxed, and he slid deeper inside me, brushing against my prostate. Fireworks flared at the spot, a shot of pleasure straight into my veins.
“Goddamn.” I’d forgotten how good it could feel to get fucked.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he said. “Squeezing my dick. I’m not going to last long.”
“Don’t need you to,” I gasped. “Just want to feel you moving inside me.”
“I’ve got you,” he said as his grip tightened around my hips. He drew back and pushed in again, and a long, low groan escaped me. August drew back again and thrust in, starting to find his rhythm. Pleasure flooded through me as he fucked me, a slow, luxurious push and pull. This wasn’t a frenzied rush to completion but an exploratory glide as he sank into me. I gripped the back of the couch tightly to keep myself upright as I surrendered to the sensations.
My cock had grown hard, and a few droplets of pre-cum hit the floor as he fucked into me with a languorous rhythm that had me close to detonation again. He found my prostate with every stroke, and holyhell, I’d never had sex this explosive. I wanted his touch constantly, craved his presence like my next breath.
His breaths sawed from him, feverish, and the smacks of our skin echoed through the room. Sweat trickled down my back, beaded on the insides of my thighs as my balls ached and my cock bobbed with each movement. He thrust into me with a deliberateness that I felt deep in my core, a recognition there I’d been searching for. I’d been glossed over for years, but with August, he always seemed to see right through to the core of me.
As if I was the most important person in his view.
I didn’t want to give that up. I couldn’t.
