you all night.” He groaned, the hand not on my cock tracing the hard ridges of my stomach. The muscles quivered beneath his touch.
“Sir,” I begged, but not exactly sure what I wanted.
“It’s so fucking hot when you call me that.”
“It turns you on?”
He took one of my hands and pressed it against his bulge. His very impressive bulge.
“In more ways than you might understand.”
But I understood enough. Calling him Sir must be like Owen calling Declan Daddy. I’d overheard it by accident, but after the third time, I started to take note. There was a lot more to it than just teasing.
I remembered how serious August had been when he told me to call him Sir and to beg him. Also how he’d sounded devastated on his call to Declan. This was a part of who he was, and to be in his bed meant accepting this part of him.
August stroked my hard cock with a solid grip, and I moaned. He dipped his head and swiped at the precummy tip with his tongue. A jolt of electricity shot through me.
“More!” I demanded.
“You know how to ask for it.” He blew on my cock and stroked me, but his mouth was frustratingly lacking.
“Please, Sir, I want more.”
“Now that’s better.”
As August covered my cockhead with his lips, my hips jerked on their own volition. Fuck. This couldn’t be real, the way he swooped down and sucked half my length into his mouth.
I’d gotten my dick sucked too many times to count. It might’ve even started to feel rote, but there was nothing mechanical about this. It might’ve been his facial hair on my skin or the fact that he was forbidden. My dirty little secret. Or was I his?
My hand found August’s head as I thrust my hips. He didn’t slow me down. My sighs became loud moans and pants that filled the room. I stared down at August’s face through half-lidded eyes, wanting to get off but…no. It would take me hours to recover for a new round, and that wasn’t even guaranteed.
“Sir, please, stop,” I begged him, even though I was still thrusting in his mouth. “Please, I’m going to come so hard if you don’t.”
August let my cock pop out of his mouth, but he trailed his tongue down the sides, unbalancing me as he pushed my legs upward. He licked my balls, and I leaned back against the bed, propping up on my elbows as I watched him.
“I want to taste you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. I had no real memory of what sucking a cock was like. Had I liked it back in college, when I’d tried it that one-time, or had I been too horny to care?
“Not yet. On your knees. Elbows on the bed.”
At least it was better than him taking me missionary. I turned over onto my hands and knees and waited. Nothing came. Clothes rustled, and I looked over my shoulder. August was undressing, but he didn’t pay attention to what he was doing. His focus was on my body.
He worked fast, stripping naked like I’d wanted to see him since stepping into the room. His hands moved, and my gaze followed. I swallowed hard as August took hold of his fully erect cock and stroked.
All while looking at me like he couldn’t wait to stuff me full.
I let out a moan. The way he just stood there watching me was unnerving, but it was also arousing as fuck. I wanted to beg him to do something to me at the same time I wanted him never to stop looking at me the way he was.
This man wanted me.
Charles.
I put that aroused look on his face.
“I’m going to lick that ass and finger fuck you wide open until you’re able to take me.”
Yeah, that was probably going to take some time. The bulbous head of his dick taunted me. Nervousness fluttered inside my stomach. His dick was fat and long, probably nine inches erect the way he was. I always liked talking inches, but only when it came to bragging about what I sported. I’d never thought I’d be sizing up another man’s cock to decide how much I could take.
August stepped forward and swiped some objects from the bedside table. He dropped them on the bed beside me—condoms and lube.
And a fucking butt plug. Holy fuck.
“Keep your face pressed to the bed, hands clasped above your head.”
He barked his command, and I didn’t ask questions. I might