Page 43 of Open Liner
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long,” August gasped. “You’re too damn tight. Fucking perfect.”
“Come for me,” I said, needing him to unleash.
August began to thrust in harder, faster, those smacks stinging with each collision. He brushed over my prostate each time, flicker-flares of pleasure bursting in me again and again. God, this man was everything I could’ve dreamed of.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured. “Fuck!”
He thrust in hard and stilled as his cum flooded into me, his cock pulsing with the streams. He collapsed onto me, his sweaty skin plastering against mine as his hands wrapped overtop of mine. For a few precious moments, we were just ragged breaths and serenity, the kind some spent a lifetime chasing.
August peeled away from me, even though I hated the space between us. He drew himself from my hole and tugged off the condom. I pushed up from the couch and ran my fingertips across my hole, the ache there fresh. I wanted to feel him for days.
He chewed on his lower lip and eyed my hard cock.
“Can I suck you off in bed?”
Fuck, he was a total dream.
I closed the distance between us and cupped his cheek. “Want to cockwarm me to sleep, baby?”
His eyes widened, his pupils dilating with lust. “Please.”
“Come on,” I said, stepping away but offering a hand out. August slid his into mine, and together, we walked in the direction of my bedroom. He peeled the condom off as we stepped inside and dropped it into my trash can. My sheets were rumpled, a handful of books stacked on my nightstand, mostly to-do guides on metal-crafting, which I’d wanted to get into for a while. I’d at least managed to sweep my pile of socks and dirty jeans into the hamper before having him over.
“Why’s it so easy with you?” August asked, as if he plucked the question from my own head.
“Because I’m easy,” I teased back, even though that felt off given the gravity that settled between us. “Maybe when you’re around the right person, it isn’t constant work. You can just… be.”
And damn, didn’t that sound like bliss.
“I always wanted that,” August admitted, his voice small.
“Me too” rose to my lips but didn’t escape. I wanted to ask him to be mine, to tell him how I felt so damn badly. I’d face Serena and whatever backlash that incurred. However, I’d been second-rate my whole life. What if we started dating, and he saw me differently? What if the glamor wore off, and I was just average? Nothing special.
Easy to leave.
I swallowed hard and settled into bed and tugged August in with me. He toppled over me, and we were a tangle of limbs, of skin, of heat. I kissed him for all I was worth, wishing, hoping he could somehow feel how much he meant to me through it. How his simple acceptance meant the world to me.
We kissed in my bed like the world was ending around us, and nothing else mattered.
August sprawled over me, and every point of contact, every brush of his body on mine, filled me with sparks. When he pulled away, he winked at me.
“Think you’ve got something that needs taking care of.” He crawled farther down the bed, settling between my thighs, and swallowed me down in one gulp. A shout escaped me as his wet heat engulfed my sensitive cock.
August breathed through his nose as he choked on my cock, the splutter tightening his throat around my length. He bobbed up and down on my length, working me into a frenzy. I was already ignited from our kiss, from the touch, from him fucking me until I was unsteady, and it didn’t take long until I was spilling down his throat.
I tilted my head back as cum shot from me, and August swallowed it all down. I ran my fingers through his blond strands, mesmerized by the sight of him, his lips wrapped around my cock. “Want to keep me nice and warm, baby?”
He let out a whimper.
“Let’s shift a little and get comfortable,” I said, keeping my palm on the back of his head as we shimmied down the bed and I rested my head on the pillow. August leaned his cheek against my thigh, settling there even while his mouth was still full of my cock. It had started to soften, but he gave it the occasional suck or kitten lick. His hazel eyes filled with bliss, a serenity there that made my heart squeeze tight. I settled back and stroked my fingers through his hair.
August’s eyes fluttered closed, putting those long lashes on display. He sucked lightly on my cock again. The heat and connection to him better than I could’ve imagined. The wet warmth of his mouth was intoxicating, but I was beyond spent after two loads, one in each ofhis holes. I hadn’t realized how much I craved contact until him, how much I’d been missing. Being with him offered a completeness I’d longed for my whole life.
Something I’d been chasing in every other direction, trying to find that thrill.
Turned out it waited here with August Jones.
His breaths grew more even as I continued to stroke his hair, even though his mouth didn’t pull away from my cock.
