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I snort and sling my arm over her shoulders. “So, who’sthis going to be?”

She thinks on it for a moment. “Velma.”

“Velma Vagina,” I say. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Excuse me,” Bea says. “It’s Velma Vulva, know your anatomy.”

I put my hand to my chest. “I apologise, allow me to make it up to you by getting better acquainted withyouranatomy.”

She giggles. “Sure, but I’m making you dinner first.”

“If you insist.” I sigh like it’s the greatest hardship.

nineteen

No. 22: Sixty-nine

Bea

Imade dinner, we ate on my couch, Darcy and Heathcliff curled up together in the bed August brought over for Darcy, and Velma and Pedro are nestled together on the couch next to us. We laugh and talk, covering topics like favourite foods and movies, keeping it light and enjoying each other’s company until I take August upstairs.

As soon as we reach my bedroom, August has his mouth on my neck, arms around my waist from behind. His teeth scrape up the column of my throat, and his hands stroke over my stomach, up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. I hum pleasured sounds, tilting my head to give him more room to keep nibbling and sucking at me.

Reaching behind, I cup him over his shorts, well, what I can grasp of him; not a lot of him actually fits in my hand. One of August’s large, calloused hands rises further to collar my throat as he nuzzles and kisses at the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“I want to taste you, sunshine,” he rumbles low and sexy.

“I want that too,” I breathe. “But me first.” I turn in his embrace and rise to my tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck. One thick brow arches high in scepticism, and I wonder if most partners are put off going down on him by the size of his dick.Well, I ain’t a quitter.

I back away from him, smiling flirtatiously and ridding myself of all my clothes as he watches with hungry eyes. “Get naked,” I say as my panties hit the floor, I tug at the elastic in my hair and use my fingers to comb out the still damp waves.

August steps further into the room, flicking open the button of his shorts. He pulls his shirt off and pushes his shorts and boxers down together. I allow myself to take him in slowly, everything about him is big, and he dominates the space of my cosy bedroom. His cock hangs thick and heavy between his legs, half hard and wholly impressive.

The bed presses to the backs of my legs and I sit, scooching back all while holding August’s gaze with my own. I take a fortifying breath and twist around, lying down and letting my head hang off the mattress. August lets out a surprise laugh when I open my mouth wide and extend my tongue.

“Sunshine,” he says, awe and warning in his voice as he steps closer. It’s hard to see from my position, but I feel the way his eyes are sliding all over my nakedness. I bend one leg at the knee and squeeze my thighs together, already feeling hot and needy for the lumbering giant approaching me dick first.

“Feed it to me, big man,” I say, smirking up at him.

“Jesus,” he curses, taking himself in hand and giving his cock a few quick strokes before tracing my lips with his tip. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps, the scratch of his voice giving away the desperation he’s trying hold back.

“You won’t,” I say simply because I know it’s true. I know this beast of a man who scowls and grumbles like it’s his only way of communication is soft and gentle underneath all the gruffness. I know he wouldn’t push me too far or take more than I can give. The trust I have in him was there from the beginning, even when we weren’t seeing eye to eye, and it’s as comforting as he is.

I kiss the underside of his head and hear the hitch in his breath., I lap at the slit of his tip and revel in the soft moan he makes. I know this position is better to get more of him down my throat, but it still feels like a daunting task as I close my lips around him and suck.

“Fuck, Bea,” he groans.

My hands trail up the backs of his thighs to cup his buttocks, fighting a smile when I feel he’s clenched, obviously trying hard not to thrust into my mouth and choke me. I hum over the length of him, reaching further until I can feel him in the back of my throat. I’m not one to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m good at this. I know I am; I’ve been told by several people. Even Dull Dick who hardly ever made a sound during sex would grunt and groan when I had my mouth on him. I want to show August how good I can be, but this is ridiculous. Even with the tip of him hitting my larynx, I'd still need a taxi to get to his balls. I wrap a hand around his base to work the part of him that will never fit between my lips and swallow over his head.

“Christ, sunshine, you’re so fucking good at this,” August’s voice quakes and a warm drip of pride starts in my belly until I’m heating all over. August’s praise feels like a balm to a cracked soul, such soft words from my prickly neighbour somehow mean so much more to me than he probably realises.

He shifts in a way that pushes the blunt head of him further down my throat, and I squeak in surprise as his hands caress my ribs and stomach. Something hot and wet surrounds my nipple and August’s tongue lashes at the sensitive peak. I moan around him, squeezing my legs together again to fight the building pressure between my legs begging for release.

When he comes away from my breast, his breath is still hot against my skin as he speaks. “Pat my thigh twiceif you need to stop, okay?”

I can’t exactly answer him with a mouth full of cock, but I hum an agreement. It’s all he needs because then he’s curling over me, and his hand forces my legs apart. Without teasing or building up to it, August swipes a long lick along the length of my pussy and I scream out around his cock, muffled by his length.

I see why I’d need to pat him to stop as with this new position, I have nowhere to go, I can’t pull away from him or turn my head, I’m pinned by his dick and can only suck around him and use my hands on his base while he lightly rocks his hips. It’s not comfortable, my jaw is locked wide, my lips stretched, and I can only take shallow breaths when he pulls back slightly. But I’m so far gone, I love every moment of it.