"Spread your legs for me, sunshine."
I do as he says and the silky fabric of my dress rises along my skin. The edge of the sink counter digs into my ass. My head rolls back, eyes closing, as I focus on feeling every inch of him.
"Oh, my god," I say through each breath I take.
"Wrap your legs around me." He grabs my hips, securing me against him.
I'm no longer sitting on the counter as he holds me up to the wall that's connected to it. He starts to thrust into me, stretching me out more and more. At this angle it runs deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me. My back pressesinto the cold wall, my breasts bouncing while I ride his cock.
August braces a hand on the wall next to me, his other hand holds me underneath my ass. I couldn't be more thankful than I am now for his capabilities to hold me up. No man has ever fucked me against a wall, and he's done ittwicenow.
He groans, thrusting faster and faster until I can't control my own breathing. I brace one hand on the wall, and the other digs into his shoulder. He continues to bounce me up and down until I'm practically screaming his name.
The music in the club soundproofs this bathroom, and I let go, moaning loudly.
"I want you to come all over my cock while I fill you up. Can you do that for me?" he says through each sharp breath.
Pound after pound, harder and harder. My eyes squeeze shut, and tears run down my cheeks from the pleasure and love I'm wrapped up in. My nails scrape into the wall even though I know it won't leave a single mark.
My legs burn, and my lungs are tired. “Right there, August. Don't stop. I'm close.”
"Scream my name. Let everyone know you're mine."
I let out a cry, and my toes curl when I reach the edge and fall over.
"Fuck, Riley. I’m not gonna last any longer." His hips jerk, but he forces himself to control his movements, slipping his cock out and setting me down. He bends me over the counter.
I watch him through the mirror as he fucks me from behind. His jaw clenches, the muscles tick, and his eyes squeeze shut.
“One more time for me.” He reaches down between my legs, circling my already sensitive bud.
I inhale a sharp gasp, letting myself go again. This time, he goes with me. Our breathing becomes one. His cock is still in me, still hard, and I love the feeling of him. I love him. And he's mine.
He's actuallymine.
Who knew tryingto keep a low profile was going to be hard in a small town like Dove Point? Joke’s on me. I should have known better.
After my dying confession of my love to August, we solidified things between us. We’re officially dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend.
We aren’t ready to come out and tell people, and there are plenty of reasons for that. One being that he’s not ready to tell Ellie. I eventually told him about Ellie and her scheming between the two of us, and he admitted that he had an inkling, but thought it was all in his head.
Even so, he just doesn’t feel ready.
Sometimes I’ll go to his house, or he comes to my apartment to spend the night. But his home is becoming cozier by the minute, and I love being there. I love waking up next to him, finding myself trapped in his arms while he buries his face into my neck.
He did end up finding the note he wrote me about getting coffee the morning I went to see Hailey. It was peeking from underneath the couch.
But my favorite times are when he sneaks into the bakery and finds me in my office in the back, working. He’ll bring me lunch, or sometimes he just wants to be with me.We’re at the point in our relationship where all we want to do is cuddle on the couch and watch television.
All the pent-up sexual tension was taken care of, and now we can focus on things outside the bedroom, but we still make sure to keep the sex life healthy and happy. Sadly, I had to tell him we had to pause for a bit because I haven’t spread my legs as much as I have been lately, and my muscles started to become sore.
But I took that as a good thing.
I spot balloons the closer I get to The Surf Shack. Today is the launch day of the new products they’ll be adding to the store. Skateboards, skate gear. What all that entails, I’m not sure, but I’m excited.
The store is packed, mostly with teenagers and twenty-somethings. I’ve never seen it this busy, even when I worked here as a teen. One section of the store is filled with skateboards that hang on the wall. A glass display in front of it has extra supplies like new wheels, stickers, some sort of wrench thing that I guess is needed for said wheels.
Someone taps on my shoulder, and I turn around and see August.
