I flashed a naughty grin at him. “Me neither.”
“No,” he said, pushing me up against the wall. “I mean Iliterallycannot wait.”
He crushed his lips against mine, wedging me against the wall in a full-bodied kiss. His hands were all over me instantly, sliding down my back and then lifting up my skirt to grab two handfuls of my ass. His fingers dug into my flesh possessively.
“Jealous of Michael?” I teased between kisses.
“Only a little,” he breathed into my neck.
I sighed as he nuzzled me against the wall. I loved the way he had put the realtor in his place, and how he was doing withmewhatever he pleased.
I cocked my ear, listening in the big house. “What if he comes back inside?”
August cupped my chin and smiled evilly. “Then we’d better hurry.”
I didn’t need any other convincing than that.
He reached over and closed the door, locking it with a click while I shimmied out of my underwear. He fished a condom out of his pocket while rubbing my pussy, fingers gliding up and down, savoring my wetness. I stroked him through his dress pants, pulling a moan from his lips as he kissed me again.
This was naughty. We were insomeone else’s house. But August made me braver than I otherwise was. He made me want to try new things.
“We can’t do it on someone else’s bed,” I whispered.
“Beds are overrated.” He guided me over to a wooden bench that was positioned at the foot of the bed, pushing my shoulders down until I was sitting on it. His cock was out in an instant, through the hole in his pants, long and thick and already glistening with pre-come at the tip. August rolled the condom on easily, then knelt down until he was level with the bench.
He drove into me, hard and quick. I gasped and cradled his face in my hands, and he gazed down at me through his dark hair.
“Mikey was right,” he breathed while slowly moving his hips. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you,” I replied, spreading my legs wider for him. “Harder.”
August smirked. “Good. I was struggling to hold back.”
Now he pulled back and slammed his cock into me. Having sex here, in someone else’s house, had me so turned on already that I was ready for it. I didn’t want a slow build-up; I neededhim, all of him, as fast as possible.
He must have needed me just as much, because his pace quickened. I tilted my lips to his and he kissed me again while fucking me on the bench, long strokes that filled me in just the right way. And from the right angle, too. As I gazed up at August, his sexy face and handsome suit, I wished he was nude so I could touch his bare skin. Instead, I cupped his cheek as he drove into me. He responded by leaning over and biting on my thumb playfully.
“God, you’re sexy,” I said.
He didn’t have any sarcastic or witty quip ready. He planted his palms on the bench and fucked me hard, and rough, and eagerly. The forbidden nature of doing it here, in the middle of a house showing, brought me to a quick little orgasm—even without my clit being touched. And as I clamped down on him, he moaned and shuddered with his own release, his thick cock spasming inside of me. His lips found mine, tongue forcing its way against my own, and we shared a wet kiss as we both came down from our ecstasy.
Time was of the essence, so we quickly ran to the bathroom to clean up. After pulling my panties back on underneath the skirt, I gazed at myself in the mirror. “How do I look?”
“Like you just had sex,” he replied.
I shoved him. “Shut up!”
“You look bonkers,” he said. “I’ve had a Ginny-boner since you walked into the office this morning. And douchebag Hummer driver outside isn’t very observant. He won’t know a thing.”
I went to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. There was silence in the house. The realtor was still outside. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Okay,” August said, adjusting his tie. “Now I’m ready.”
“Hey,” I said, remembering something I had meant to ask him. “Did you fill up my tank?”
“Nope.” He grinned at me. “I was wearing a condom. But I’d be lying if I wasn’t thinking about it.”
I laughed and said, “No, I mean mygastank.”