Page 55 of The F*ck-It List

“My what? Say it, Bea.” He bares his teeth.

“Your big, fat cock. Give me more,” I moan, arching my neck as August’s length slides over some sensitive spot inside me that lights up my insides like the Blackpool illuminations. “Oh August, right there, I’m going to—”

“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, sunshine, soak me.” He’s fucking into me with powerful thrusts, his hand still holding my head so I don’t scoot up the bed and off the other side. My bed is squeaking like it might give up the ghost entirely at any second and I couldn’t care less if it just disintegrates beneath us because I’m climbing higher and higher. “Come on, Bea, give it up for me,” he pants into my ear before sucking the lobe between his pillowy lips. And that, for the first time in my life, is my undoing.

I don’t think a guy has ever made me come twice in one sitting before. That’s the thought that briefly flashes through my mind before all consideration is blown away by the force of my orgasm, everythingclamping around August, keeping him close to me, my arms, my legs, my pussy. August jerks above me, his hot breath close to my ear and he stills, a low groan vibrating from his chest as he comes.

“God, Sunshine,” he moans. “You were so good. So, so good for me.”

“Jesus,” I breathe. “You’re doing things to me.”

He chuckles into my neck as his body weight blankets me, both of us sweat slicked and breathing hard. “Give me a second,” he says, pushing off of me and then I’m so very cold.

“Where are you going?” I whine, pouting my lips and blindly reaching for him when I can’t seem to open my eyes.

“To clean up, I’ll be back,” he says, and I hum, curling in on myself.

I flinch when rough hands grip my calves and spread my legs. I push myself up to my elbows with a gasp, eyes springing open. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up,” he says simply, staring at my bare pussy with consideration before pulling a damp cloth from somewhere and swiping up the length of my sex.

“You wore a condom,” I argue.

“You made enough mess for both of us.” He smirks and looks up at me.

“Rude,” I tsk.

The cloth is damp and cool, soothing my abused flesh and cleaning away the slickness I’d left there. “There,” he says, when he’s done and leans forward to press a soft kiss between my legs. My eyes widen but I just watch him leave the room again, bubble butt flexing with each step.

“Will you stay?” I ask over a yawn when he returns.

“Of course,” he assures, pulling the covers of my bed down so he can climb in, limbs heavy and eyes drooping. He settles in behind me, holding me close and making no attempt to hide the fact he’s smelling my hair. I move his arm up until his wrist is nestled between my breasts, I hug it like a safety blanket and I’m asleep before I can tell him goodnight.

My eyes flutter open slowly and I feel warm, still cocooned in August’s tight embrace, but I’m distinctly aware of a missing presence. I usually wake up with Heathcliff curled at the top of my head and when I pat the pillow above me, I find no sign of him.

“Your cat has boundary issues,” a muffled rasp comes from behind me and when I turn over to meet him, I giggle. Heathcliff has nestled above August’s head, his black tail swiping back and forth over the man’s furrowed brow.

“I can’t believe he likes you so much, he normally stays away from men,” I say, reaching to try and extricate my stubborn feline, but August grabs my wrist and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my pulse point.

“Leave him be, I’m scared he’ll dig his claws into my scalp if you try and drag him off.”

“Likely,” I agree, trailing my hand over his bare chest. “Do you want some breakfast? I could make a brie and honey bagel orcheddar and marmalade on crumpets I got from Butcher’s Bakery? Or I’ve got bread if you just want some toast? I’ve got mint sauce.”

August blinks several times and frowns deeply. “Mint sauce on toast?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I singsong.

“Cheese and marmalade?”

“Delicious.” I chef’s kiss.

“Brie and honey?”

“A match made in heaven.”

He groans and closes his eyes. “It’s too early to be thinking of this.”

“So that’s a no to breakfast?”