clouded with desire I didn’t instantly realize what was happening. Something pressed against my hole. A toy. It slid snugly into place until everything but the flat head was inside.
“Sir,” I gasped. My ass felt so full.
He leaned forward and kissed the side of my face. “You kept me waiting for hours.” His tongue trailed over my skin. “Now it’s your turn to wait until I’m ready to make you come.”
“Are you kidding me?” I panted hard against him.
“Far from it.” He pulled my back against his chest, spooning me. “Now go to sleep knowing that any minute when I’m ready, I’ll wake you up and fuck you like you’re craving right now.”
“But I want it now!”
The words burst from my lips like I was a petulant child. I would’ve cringed at the sound except I was terrified at the idea of going to bed like this. A plug up my ass and my cock so painfully erect. Could someone die in their sleep from an erection that wasn’t tended to?
“Trust me,” he whispered in my ear. “It’ll feel so much better. Think of the wait. Of me waking you up just before dawn, sliding inside your body. That’s really what you want, don’t you, Charles?”
When he put it like that, maybe it sounded more pleasurable. In a torturous type of way.
“We won’t do anything without your consent, Charles. Later we’ll discuss safe words, but for now, you say no, and I’ll stop. Remember, whatever power I have over you is what you give. Nothing more.”
I mulled it over, the newness of everything the reason for my hesitancy. He allowed me the time, just kissing my neck and shoulder while I was trying not to be distracted. I wanted to do the right thing.
“That’s what you want to do? To fuck me while I’m sleeping?”
His hand brushed my side. “Yes.”
I relaxed against him and nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll make it good for you.”
Didn’t he know words like that would only fill me with excitement, and then I wouldn’t be able to sleep?
Snuggling wasn’t a part of our deal. It wasn’t necessary at all, but I didn’t stop August from nestling my ass into the curve of his lap. His thick cock poking me in the ass should’ve kept me awake, but his kisses on my neck and shoulders were soothing.
Chapter 30
Auggie
Charles might come across as suave when he was awake, but when he was asleep, he was the complete opposite. He hogged the sheets. He was a hugger too and a leg thrower. The only thing missing was a snore.
I supposed he wouldn’t have had an issue sleeping in his big bed, but my queen-sized bed seemed insufficient for his acrobatics. And I liked it. Liked waking up to him plastered all over my back or one of his legs wedged between mine like he wanted to crawl into my skin.
Once I had to ease him over to his side of the bed, and he didn’t even budge. He was a heavy sleeper who simply flipped over and continued sleeping. He didn’t sleep on the pillow either. He kept it hugged to his chest.
The bedroom was still only cast in the pale moonlight when I removed his leg from my waist and shuffled off to use the bathroom. I relieved myself, washed up, then returned to the bedroom and checked the time on my phone. Almost four in the morning.
I stood at the side of the bed and watched him sleep. Last night, I’d seriously doubted whether he’d show up. The hours had ticked by, but no Charles. Disappointed, I’d gone to bed determined to put Charles from my mind for good. But he’d come, albeit late, and now everything had changed.
After his skittishness and guilt the last time he’d slept with me, I hadn’t expected him to stay and share the bed with me. He kept stressing how much this thing—fling, three-night stand, relationship?—was nothing but sex, but here he was, sleeping in my bed, ass stuffed with a butt plug.
I got hard as I remembered what we’d agreed on. I was being silly. That was the only reason he’d stayed. For me to wake him up with sex while he slept.
Well, no time like the present. I moved as silently as possible, rolling on a condom. I’d used the butt plug so he’d be open and soft for me, little foreplay required. Still, I couldn’t resist and wedged my way between his legs and spread his ass cheeks.