“Fuck yeah.”
I slide my hand down to grab onto his balls. He arches his hips up as I roll them in my palm.
“I want to do all the things to you. I want to suck you off but I also want to eat your ass. Hm. Decisions, decisions. I need to clone myself so I can do them all at once.”
His eyes slam shut as he lets out a small grunt.
I continue stroking him, his pants cinched at his knees and when I finally make up my mind, I pull away and stand up. August’s eyes pop open and I gesture toward his pants.
“Take ‘em off and get in the shower.”
He blinks at me, and I know that I’ve fried his brain. I smile smugly because it’s an achievement. Hold my trophy, I’ll collect it later.
August is suddenly gloriously naked and I just take him in for a moment. Fuck, I am so lucky this guy is letting me touch him. He’s so out of my league. I should hurry up before he realizes.
“In,” I say, as I tear my clothes off. “And wash your ass.”
August stumbles slightly and I smirk at him, feeling giddy. I’m almost bouncing on my feet as he steps under the water, and it sluices down his hard body.
My eyes track those strong hands as he soaps them up and then runs them along the muscular planes of his torso, but when he reaches his ass, I interrupt him.
“Wait! I changed my mind again. Turn around, bend over and let me see. I want to see.”
“Em,” he protests, but I just shake my head.
“Do not steal this from me, August. I want to fuckingsee.”
He swallows roughly and then slowly bends over with his palm against the shower wall, spreading those thick legs of his wide. And there it is.
“Do it,” I whisper and then his hand is reaching between his cheeks. He looks back at me, cheeks flushed crimson, almost like he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t need to be. No, I am rock hard and so here for it.
I can’t even stand it anymore. I just rush in behind him, pressing my hands against his hips and leaning against his back, my mouth brushing his ear.
“I’m going to eat your ass now. My tongue is going to be so far up your hole, you’ll gag on it.”
August exhales shakily as I step back and then push against the center of his back, forcing him to bend down even further. His ass is up in the air now, ready for consumption.
“Let us pray,” I say as I drop to my knees and grab onto his muscular ass cheeks and spread them.
If he doesn’t stay for me, I’m hoping at least my supreme sex skills persuade him to stick around.
“Thank you, Lord, for these gifts which we are about to receive,” I say and then just straight-up lick my way up his ass crack and over his hole.
August bucks forward at the sensation, his hands slipping a little from their resting place. Oh, I like that, like him losing control. So, I do it again. And again, until he’s arching back against me.
I feel the muscles contract and relax with each swipe. He gasps as I tease him with what’s to come. I want him to know that when I finally do fuck him, it will be so damn good. He’ll be begging me for it.
When I finally punch my tongue into his hole, I reach around him and grasp onto his hard dick. He whimpers as I pump him in my hand and pulse my tongue.
He’s moaning my name so quietly that I almost can’t hear it. And it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to record it and play it on repeat forever and ever.
A few more strokes and he gasps as his cock twitches in my hand. I look down just in time to see his release spray all over the shower floor.
Slowly, I ease my hand away and stand up. Then I grasp onto August’s shoulders as I sandwich my cock right between his ass cheeks. His head hangs between his shoulders as he pants softly, and he just lets me use him. It doesn’t take long because I’m so worked up. After about three or four thrusts, I unload against his back. The come is washed away by the water raining down on us.
I lean my cheek against his spine and just hold him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, as he steps forward and places his forehead against the shower wall.