She swallows before offering a shallow nod, eyes fluttering to the floor.
I look to Elena, who still stands at the entrance, watching on in shock.
“Later, baby!” I call, flicking off the vibrator and tossing her a wink.
She sighs, hiding her smirk behind pursed lips before skipping out of the building and down the boardwalk. I go about preparing for my appointment, turning on the built-in stereos to avoid awkward silence between Maggie and me.
Truthfully, I should’ve addressed Maggie’s advances years ago when she began working here. They were unprofessional on the best of days, and uncomfortable on the worst. I may have snapped at her in a way that’s not entirely appropriate for an employee/employer relationship, but the time she blatantly told me she wasn’t wearing panties while bending over a table to wipe it down, in hopes I’d watch, was much worse.
Either it’ll be awkward for a while and she’ll get over it, or she’ll quit, and I’ll replace her. Honestly, I don’t care much about either outcome after the display Elena just put on. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be counting the seconds with bated breath and a raging cock until I can get home to her tonight.
I’m smiling as I begin setting up my work station, and my phone vibrates with a text message.
My smile drops, along with my stomach. Fuck.
I sent that text to Elena so quickly I didn’t think to double check when I clicked on Everett’s name instead of hers, and he just responded.
Me
Make sure you send some pictures of that pretty little ass spread for me, baby.
Everett
Lol. Dude, that’s insane. Good for you, tho.
And I would, but Dal’s pretty possessive. Sorry.
Jesus. If I was in a hurry before to tell Everett I’m fucking his sister,I’ve definitely changed my mind now.
29
VICE
“LUST FOR LIFE” - LANA DEL REY, THE WEEKND
Fluttering with anticipation,I lie myself out on the forest green blanket covering his bed. Butterfly wings beat wildly in the base of my stomach, because he should be home any minute. I don’t know if I want to squeal, giggle, or scream, but I do know that I’ve never felt like this before.
I’ve known sex could be playful, it could be rough, or raw and intimate. I’ve never known that all of those things could exist with the same person, even all at once.
When August and I fuck, it’s like we’re speaking a new language—something that’s only known by the two of us. We communicate through rapid breath and tender whispers and gripping flesh, showcasing our most primal desires and darkest dreams. We share our emotions, our pain, and our love through the movement of our bodies, because we haven’t yet reached a point where we can share them with our words.
It’s complex and complicated, chaotic, and tumultuous—and I’ve never savored anything more.
I want to explore every impulse—the aching hunger of acts I’ve never had the bravery to try before—with him. There is no other person I trust so deeply, no other person I crave so desperately.
I’m laid out like an offering in his bed, nerves fluttering in my chest as the switch of the lock on the front door clicks. I showered, shaved, and moisturized every inch of my body in preparation. I complied with his demands, bringing down all of my toys from my room upstairs—though it’s not many. I have a wand, a vibrating dildo, and the plugs I bought specifically for exploring with him.
I wasn’t lying when I said I had certain…ideas for the book I’m writing, and I’ve never done anal before, but I’ve also never been chained to a wall in my stalker’s basement while he tied a vibrator to my thigh and left me alone for hours on the edge, which I’ve written before too.
I don’t need to encounter every sexual experience I write about, obviously, but it made for a good excuse to communicate with August that I wanted to try more anal play without explicitly saying, “Put it in my ass.”
Those butterflies fly up my esophagus and lodge themselves into my throat as the stomp of feet make their way toward his room, and I’m aching with need by the time he appears in the open doorway, leaning against it.
Tousled chestnut curls fall against his forehead, green eyes blaze behind his glasses. His tongue darts between his lips as he runs the ball of his piercing over them, soaking me in.
“Look at you.” His voice is low and gruff, skating over my skin in a rough caress. “Listening to me like the good girl you are.” He shrugs off his flannel as he closes the distance between us. He hovers over me, pressing his lips to mine. “I thought you’d defy me so I’d have no choice but to punish you.”
“I don’t want to be punished tonight, Augustus. I just want to be yours.”
