Page 53 of The F*ck-It List

His smile grows. “I like those words in your mouth.”

Despite his grin, the air grows heavy, his voice prickling over my skin and stealing the breath from my lungs. He leans over me again, putting his weight on one arm by my head while his other hand slips into my panties, fingers sliding through my folds easily with how soaked I am for him. My eyes fall closed, breathing picking up as he strokes me, coating his fingers in my arousal and teasing my clit. August hovers over me, not taking my mouth again, eyes taking in every expression of my face as he builds me up, tightening my pleasure like a wind-up rocket ready to shoot into the sky. I try to keep my eyes open, try to watch him like he watches me, but my lids are heavy, no control over my body as I’m nothing but sensation. August’s chest brushes mine, the roughness of his chest hair on my nipples sparking my arousal into overdrive.

“You’re nice and wet for me,” he murmurs over my lips. “You’re going to take me so well.”

Oh Jesus. Dirty talk is my Kryptonite.

“I’ll get you ready for my cock,” he says, slipping inside with two digits. “And you’ll take all of me.”

I whimper as he starts pumping his hand, my fingers gripping at his arms as my hips start working with him.

“You’re going to look so good stretched around me, Bea,” he rumbles. “Such a pretty little cock sleeve.”

Oh. My. God. Is this really the man who basically communicated in grunts and disdainful side eye for our first days of acquaintance? Now he’s giving me filthy words and scorching kisses while his fingers stretch me for his giant cock. He adds a third finger and the sounds I’m making would be mortifying if I could bring myself to care. Hedoesn’t seem to mind, licking a line up my neck and sipping at my lips like I’m an oasis in the desert.

“You like that?” he asks, and when did his voice get so deep? “You like me calling you my cock sleeve?”

“Oh god,” I whimper, feeling another rush of arousal coating his hand as his fingers quirk to hit me just right, the heel of his palm grinding into my clit, and I know I’m going to come undone. “Yes, I like it,” I practically cry.

He hums an approving sound, liking my admission even though it feels like he didn’t need it, he already knew. His hand starts moving faster, rubbing and stroking me in exactly the right way so my body coils up tight. I can feel his dick against my thigh, hot and heavy as he bucks his hips against me in a way that makes me think it’s instinctual rather that purposeful. My nails bite into his skin, my knuckles white, breath sawing from my lungs, and my belly clenched tight until it all snaps.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so loud, a high, breathy scream clawing its way out of my throat as I arch off the bed before melting back into the mattress, a puddle of satisfaction. “August,” I breathe.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful, Bea.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, while I try to tether myself back to earth. When his lips trail over my cheek, my jaw, my neck, I hum and smile, feeling the care and attention he puts into each fleeting kiss. “Do you have condoms?” he asks as his mouth reaches my chest.

“Did you really come over here to ravage me and forget to bring supplies?” I tease but my voice is sleepy and a bit slurred.

“I didn’t come to ravage you; I came to tell you I want more with you and then you answered the door in those damn fluffy socks.” Hesucks my nipple between his lips as I laugh at him. I’d say he was joking, but it does seem odd he hasn’t made any move to take them off me.

“In the drawer,” I say, my arm flopping to the bed above me, a vague attempt at pointing to my bedside table.

With great reluctance, August pulls away from me and stands, my eyes fall closed again as I hear him open the drawer, but then it falls silent.

“Oh my,” he says, and my eyes burst open. Shit, why do I keep forgetting these things.

“I can explain—”

“No need, I’m sure we can make use of some of these.”

I roll to my stomach, my socked feet kicking up behind me and I watch him pull out dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and something I’m still not entirely sure what it is. He cocks a brow as he looks down at me, a question in his amusement he doesn’t say out loud.

“Cas gave it all to me in a gift basket. It was a housewarming,” I tell him.

He looks back at the menagerie of sex toys and blinks several times. “You two might to be too close.”

“What?” I ask, confused. “You’ve never been gifted butt plugs by a good friend?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Eli needs to step up his game,” I tsk.

August, in all his naked gloriousness, smirks at me, and I smile sweetly in return. “I’ll tell him so.”

Bored of waiting, I get to my hands and knees and go to the drawer myself, crawling over the pile of silicone and chrome to reach into the draw and pull out a strip of foils in neon pink.

“Watermelon flavour?” August asks when I hold them out to him.

“Cas likes to find the harder to come by items,” I tell him and press the pack to his exquisite chest. “But I think I want to taste you neat first.” I kiss his pec and lower myself to the bed, but his fingers curl under my chin.