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“A hundred.”
He laughed. “I’ll take it.”
I crawled forward, pushing his thighs wider so I could situate myself between them. “You will take it. All of it.”
His facing forward meant I couldn’t see his face. I didn’t need to, sensing his eye roll in the set of his shoulders. Needing time for my cock to calm down, I kissed my way up the back of one thigh, August’s slight squirm making me think he might be ticklish. Yet another thing I’d learned about him today.
His arse was the peachiest I’d ever seen. It had looked good in his trousers when I’d looked a time or twelve, but naked and right in my face, it was ten times better. I nipped one cheek, August’s startled yelp giving away that he hadn’t expected it. Well, if he hadn’t expected that, I couldn’t wait to see what he made of my next move.
Gripping a cheek in each hand, I pulled them apart to get a better look, unsurprised by him having such a pretty hole. He had a pretty everything, nature having been very generous with great genes when he was created.
I lowered my head, running my tongue along his taint. His reaction was a whole-body one, bucking so violently that I had to hold him down in case he launched himself off the bed and ended up on the floor.
“Don’t tell me I’ve found something no one’s ever done to you before,” I teased.
I didn’t wait for a response before lowering my head once more. I went straight for his hole this time, teasing the rim until he was panting beneath me. “Jesus,” he gasped out.
“Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
I really gave it to him then, demonstrating how my tongue could penetrate him. Each time I did, it pulled another gasping sob from him, the sounds enough to have me leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. A quick exploration found that August’s cock was rock hard. Spitting on my hand, I went to work on it.
“Under the bed,” August said, his voice hoarse.
“What’s under the bed?”
“Lube.”
He leaned over, reaching under it and passing me a small container.
I unscrewed the lid, expecting the usual murky substance rendered from animals that did its job but didn’t smell great. This was different, clear, and when I brought the jar to my nose, fresh. “What is it?”
“Aloe vera. It’s from a plant. My grandma spent years struggling to get them to grow.”
I paused with my fingers skimming the surface. “Your grandma grows lube for you? Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.” The substance was cool and slippery when I smoothed it over my cock and made me even more eager to fuck August, if such a thing was possible. “Turn over. I want to see your pretty face.”
August turned onto his back. He delved his fingers into the pot before I could screw the lid back on. Fingers lubed, he lay back and slid a digit into his hole. I watched, enjoying him pleasuring himself under the guise of adding extra lube.
Something occurred to me as I lined myself up with his hole, curiosity getting the better of me. “How many men have fucked August? Not Tobias. Not any other name you’ve used. August?”
His expression said he was considering lying. I breached him, hoping the slight sting of pain might throw him off his game. “None,” he said on a gasp. “Does that make you happy?”
I planted my elbows on either side of his head, lowering my forehead to his as I slid another inch of my cock inside him. “It does. It makes me very happy.” It seemed pointless trying to play it cool when I was currently on a mission to end up balls deep in August’s arse.
My thrusts started slow, but quickly gained momentum as I sank deeper into his willing body. Sex was usually a quiet affair. No one wanted to be loud enough to be interrupted mid-fuck by a biter. So, it was a testament to how safe August felt here that he let rip. And the louder he moaned, the harder I gave it to him until no world existed beyond the slap of our bodies together and the pleasure we pulled from each other.
More honesty spilled from me as the orgasm simmered in my balls. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I could fuck you every day from now until eternity.” August’s only response was to pull me down for a kiss, our tongues meeting in a parody of what our lower bodies were doing.
When my orgasm became a pressing need that couldn’t be ignored any longer, I eased into a more upright position. Fingers gripping August’s hips, I focused on the place where cock met hole, watching as I slid in and out of him, the visual making it ten times hotter. A pull out almost to the point of losing contact, the head of my cock pale as August gripped me tightly, a rush of blood to suffuse it with color, and then a push back in, August’s hole accommodating the girth perfectly. And the lube was something else, slippy and slidey and oh so fucking good.
Intent on enjoying the whole show and not just our genitals coming together in such a holy union, I let my gaze wander, taking in the swollen perfection of his cock, the sweaty glow of his skin, the way muscle tension gave his abs more definition, the sharp angle of his collarbone, the slight redness of his lips from kissing, and finally the dilation of his pupils.
I paused for a moment to regain some control, my body desperate for the orgasm while my mind fought to eke it out a while longer. August laughed, reading the struggle on my face. “I want it to last,” I said.
“We can do it again. Tonight. Tomorrow. My grandma wants us to stay for a few days. We could do that and fuck ourselves stupid for the next few days.”
It was another example of my brain and body wanting different things. My brain said I needed to get back on the road, that I’d already waited too long for vengeance. My body, though, said something completely different, that I deserved this, that life had been hard even before I’d been turfed out of the army, and I should take a moment—or days—to experience something more. Especially if taking down William Anderson proved to be a suicide mission.
