“First of all, you need to stop seeing me as Owen’s kid. That does nothing but send you running scared, thinking what we’re doing is wrong.”
“Isn’t it, though?”
“We’re both consenting adults, right?”
“Yes, but—”
His hand came over my mouth and stemmed the flow of words. “But you’re going to stop thinking about Declan and my father when we’re together,” he said softly. “You’re going to think of me as the man who knows exactly what your body wants and gives it to you. Plus so much more.”
I let out a moan at the mental picture that popped up in my head.
“Now undress. Take off everything and come to bed.”
I jerked to my feet, my hands shaking as I attacked the buttons on my shirt. A button flew across the room and landed somewhere, the unmistakable pop loud in the darkness. It was of little concern to me as I dropped my shirt to the floor and tugged down my pants, removing them and my underwear at the same time.
When I was undressed, I stood at the side of the bed, waiting as August retrieved something from the night table, then settled back against the pillows.
“Come to me, Charles.”
I obeyed my Sir, sliding beneath the cool sheets. They were a little rough. Nothing at all like the ones I had back home, but they weren’t exactly unpleasant. The coarse texture was quite abrasive on my skin but also made me aware of how much my senses had heightened.
“Lie on your side.”
I lay on my side with my back to him. He murmured words, too soft to hear, and kissed the center of my shoulder blades. He feathered my skin with kisses, all the way down to my ass. I shifted one leg forward to give him better access. I’d anticipated this, hoped for, and had prepped myself at home before I’d come here.
“Hmm.” The hum in August’s throat was one of pure bliss. “You’ve got to be one of the vainest persons I know.”
His words were critical, but they came out sounding more affectionate. I found it also an odd thing to say when he was prying my ass cheeks apart.
Oh. He was referring to the fact that I waxed everywhere. Well, that was nothing new. I had a regular appointment. I didn’t like unwanted body and facial hair. When it was on my person of course. I loved the way August pulled it off.
“Have you been playing with yourself since I fucked you?”
“Yes.”
I’d even bought a small toy that I used in my ass. It was more awkward and less fun, but the result was usually a pretty good orgasm. How did I go for so long without knowing just how good it felt to have my prostate massaged while having sex?
“You’ll no longer do that without my permission.”
“Your permission?” To make myself come? He couldn’t be serious.
“Yes, because all of this now belongs to me.”
He squeezed my ass, then smacked it. Hard. The slap rang out in the otherwise quiet of the bedroom. My ass smarted, and I reached back to rub the area, but he brushed away my hand.
“What are you going to do, Sir?” I couldn’t help my breathy voice. He was caressing the part of my ass he’d slapped, and the motion was screwing with my mind.
Was it too much to ask him to flip me onto my hands and knees and nail me already? What was it with all the stalling?
“This.”
The squirt of a bottle. Then his fingers returned to my ass, rubbing against my puckered hole. A finger dipped inside, and I moaned. Yes! This was what I’d been after. Fuck, yes.
“Kiss me.”
At August’s command, I turned my head in his direction. His mouth landed on mine, our hot breaths mingling, as the rest of us was. His tongue swept inside, licking the interior of my mouth, tangling with mine, and my blood turned into molten lava, flowing through my veins.
His fingers worked inside my ass, plunging in and out lazily. There was no sense of urgency to his movement at all. His fingers crooked inside me, pressing deeper, harder without picking up the pace.
“Fuck, Sir.”
I couldn’t continue kissing him and catching my breath at the same time. I threw my head back in his chest and writhed on the bed, hoping he would put me out of my misery soon. The pressure was building. Almost there.