His eyes spark. “Ten. Do it.”
Our tankards hit the counter. My strides are fast and long, and there’s a ridiculous level of excitement bubbling up inside. I hope he’s behind me. I can’t chance a look back.
Threading through the large room, the air cools a little when we step away from the crowd and into a long and dark corridor. I have no idea where this hallway leads. No idea what I’m doing or how long until the barkeep comes after us. There isn’t time to think about any of it.
Relative darkness blinds me, his arm slips around my waist, and he’s got me pressed against the wall.
Kisses heated and urgent. Hands running down my stomach, pulling me close by the hip.
He’s so sexy.
I want him again.
Maybe he can see better than me, because the click of metal echoes out, a door handle twisting. There’s a breath of cold air, and I’m stumbling back at his instigation.
I have no idea where we are. I don’t care. He’s ripping my belt open, and I just fucked this man three hours ago. Thank god I managed to sneak a shower in.
My dick’s hard, out, in his mouth! It’s pitch black in here—pitch black and perfectly quiet, all but the sound of my ragged breaths and whispered exclamations. “What are you doing?”
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
I need him so badly.
I want to brace myself on something, anything, but it’s all darkness.
August lets out a moan, enjoyment echoing in his voice.
How is he taking me apart like this?
It’s all happened too fast, and now I’m unanchored, drifting into him, and he’s not wasting his time. He’s not teasing. He’s not playing. He’s going to bring me to the brink in about thirty seconds.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper. I need to know he’s enjoying this.
He shifts one hand from my thigh, and what I’d give to see him. Next time, I’ll just watch. I’m determined. I’ll watch him, and I’ll love every second.
The fantasy of him is at the forefront of my mind, a vision of his face when he makes himself come, thinking of me.
My eyes are shut tight. He’s all I want to see, all I want to feel. He’s all I want to experience.
His lips run hot over every inch of me, his tongue firm and indulgent. My body’s shuddering with bliss.
Blinding white lights my eyelids from the outside. I flutter them open, sinking fingers into his hair for stability. We’ve already lit the room through pure sex energy.
Every imagined fantasy that flashed before my closed eyes is now here on display in front of me. August so pretty on his knees, his big and hard dick throbbing for me, working himself, staring up at me like he gets off onme.
His hand hits my chest, he shoves me back, and I slam into the wall. August’s up on his knees, and though I want him touching himself, he’s gripping my thighs now, going harder, deeper. The colours are shifting as the pleasure builds. There’s a glow, richer than the rest, that I’m aware of somewhere in the back of my mind. But it’s drowned out by the pleasure. My body arches for him, he cups my balls, and I can’t even stop it.
His name breaks over my lips. His lips—they don’t pause. He curls two fingers up behind my balls, just like I did to him earlier, and presses, intensifying the orgasm to mind-blowing. He drinks me down, and he rips so much pleasure out of me as he does that I slam my head back. The room turns pink, and I almost collapse.
The only thing holding me up is August, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands slip around my waist as he stands, presses his body to mine, then kisses me, all tongue, so delicious.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “But now it’s my turn.”
An ear-piercing scream sounds in the bar, and my overwrought body and mind can’t scramble fast enough to figure out what’s happening. I rip my pants back up as August turns towards the door, then stumbles to a halt.
There, just next to us, is a brand new rift. Glowing. Pulsating. “What have we done?”
He runs for the door, pulls it open, and we reach the hallway just in time to see the edge of the pub dissipate, becoming nothing but black. His friends bolt from the encroaching void, everything sinking away and away. He reaches out, grabs Shashi’s hand, her terrified eyes flinging back for Amber, who shouts for Jon and August, and we all dash into the room in a mad scramble.
