Before long, his hands had made it inside my underwear and were splitting my cheeks open; long fingers took turns rubbing over my hole, and my moans turned to whimpers. It defied all logic, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted that man to fuck me. I wanted his fingers, his tongue, his anyfuckingthing in my ass, and I didn’t want to wait another minute.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, please fuck me.”
Saint sucked in a breath and stared at me with wide eyes. “Augie…” he began.
“No,” I said with fingers over his lips. “Don’t say no. Don’t ask me if I’m sure. Don’t make me wait one more minute to feel you. Please, Saint.”
I honestly didn’t care why he’d left me the morning before or why he’d shown up all emotional on my doorstep practically before dawn. There would be time for those things later. The time now was for touching, and I wanted him with every fiber of my being.
He stood up and moved me in front of him, placing his hands on my hips and propelling me down the hallway to my bedroom. When I entered the room, I headed straight for the bed, which was still rumpled from our previous time together.
Saint’s hands were already pushing at my underwear, and I turned around to start removing his own clothes. His mouth crushed down on mine, and I struggled to catch my breath. It was hot and fast. Fingers were everywhere, and my heart banged so hard I thought it was going to bruise my chest.
I pulled off his shirt and started fumbling with his jeans before getting them undone and shoving my hands inside. His cock was poking out of the top of his underwear, and that was when I realized he was wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing two nights before at my house.
“Saint?” I asked. “Haven’t you been home since you were here last?”
He both nodded and shook his head before chasing my mouth again with his own. I pulled back. “Where have you been?”
“Neckie’s. With MJ. The baby,” he said before grabbing the back of my neck and covering my mouth with his again. I let him kiss me deeply while I pushed at his pants and underwear. Just before his jeans slipped to the floor, he grabbed them and fished his wallet out of his pocket to retrieve something from it.
He stepped closer to me until I was practically bending backward over the bed.
“You gonna lie down, or are you waiting for me to push you down?” Saint asked with a sexy-as-hell grin. I swear to fucking god, I almost swallowed my tongue.
“Your call,” I challenged. I watched as his pupils overtook the stormy irises. His large hands brushed up my sides until he grabbed me under the arms and tossed me effortlessly onto the bed.
My stomach was tumbling at this point, and I thought my cock was going to shoot clear off my body. When that man climbed onto the bed and stalked his way up my body, a part of me realized I’d never be the same after what was about to happen.
“Turn over,” he said. “And show me that gorgeous fucking ass.”
Chapter 28
Saint
I worried Augie wasn’t really as ready for anal sex as maybe he thought, so I’d decided to push him a little to see if he backed down from the idea.
He did not back down.
The man flipped to his belly without hesitation, and when I grabbed his hips to pull them into the air, his cock began dripping precum like a faucet.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered, pushing his hip back over until he was on his back again. I needed his sweet taste in my mouth first. Translucent strings glistened from his belly to the tip of his cock, and full beads of fluid spilled over the edge of his crown. My mouth watered at the sight.
I dropped my lips onto his cock and sucked it down quickly before hollowing out my cheeks and pulling back to swirl my tongue in that sticky sweetness at the tip.
“Jesusfuckingchrist,” he gasped, clutching fingers into my hair with one hand and scrabbling to hold on to the sheets with the other. “Saint. Saint.”
I loved it when he chanted my name. It made my entire chest feel tight, and I knew I could listen to it my entire life, especially the way Augie said it in the throes of pleasure.
My mouth continued bathing his shaft in licks and sucks while my hands explored his thighs and abdomen. His hips pulsed up to meet my mouth, and I smoothed my hand back down his stomach to cup around his balls. Augie’s hand tightened in my hair.
“Stop, stop, or I’m going to finish before we even start,” he warned.
“Have you forgotten being edged the other night?” I asked. “You think I’d let you come this soon? Are you out of your mind?”