Page 26 of Caged Heat

“What? Why?” I sat up, leaning on my elbows as I stared at him. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, his hand on his chin as he studied me.

“Because it’s too hard to get to the parts I want.” His hands shifted under the skirt, the various layers of fabric flying into the air as he searched. Giggling, I placed my hand on his, halting his efforts.

“Here, let me show you a trick.” His eyes tracked my movements as I lifted them to the waistband and unsnapped the skirt on the side, the material falling over and leaving me sitting on it, my barely-there underwear now on display.

He groaned, rubbing his beard as he stared at the juncture between my legs. “I take it back. I love this outfit.”

With shaky fingers, I untied the shirt and slowly unfastened the few buttons, letting it fall open and exposing my breasts. In this remote gazebo, I now laid half dressed and half bare, my body on full display. I was an odd contradiction; the reality of being both somehow turned me on more than if I was completely naked.

“Fuuuck,” August groaned, his hands hovering in the air like he couldn’t decide where to put them. The bulge in his jeans drew my eyes as I licked my lips. August moaned, one hand dropping to rub where my eyes were locked. Enraptured by his ministrations, I missed it when he decided what he was going to do. Before I could blink, he clasped my thighs and spread them further apart as his face descended between my legs.

Leaning back on my elbows, my head dropped back as he blew on the wet patch on the front of my panties. His rough hands moved up my legs, snagging my underwear and pulling them up so they slipped between my lips. My eyes snapped open as I watched him grip the silky fabric in his hand and rock the material back and forth between my pussy lips.

“Holy cow,” I gasped, my back arching and pushing my breasts higher.

“Show me your tits, dove. Open that bra for me and show me how you like them to be touched. I want to watch you feel yourself while I drive you crazy.”

Sucking in a breath, I leaned up to do exactly as he requested. My shirt slid down my arms and pooled on the floor of the gazebo. Reaching back, I unsnapped my bra and tossed it to the side. The night air hit my nipples, and they pebbled into stiff peaks. Keeping my legs spread, I perched on my elbows and hesitantly touched myself. It wasn’t like I was new to pleasuring myself, but having an audience was.

Oddly enough, it didn’t feel awkward with August, so once I got over my shyness, I did as he requested. Rolling my palms over my nipples, I grasped one in my hand, squeezing it as I twisted the nipple of the other. August’s eyes devoured every move, his hand jerking my panties up and over my clit. Raw desire filled his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he watched the show I gave him.

Rocking my lower half, my head fell back as I fondled my breasts, and the building of an orgasm started in my belly. My legs shook as I whimpered, my pussy clenching around emptiness. August pulled my panties up harder, hitting my clit just right as he tore them from me; a growl filled the space before he dove and latched his mouth onto my clit.

His tongue licked up my center, spreading me open as he nuzzled his nose into me. His beard tickled as he rubbed it against my pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit. Falling to my back, my hands gripped his hair as I tugged him closer. It still wasn’t enough, and I groaned in frustration.

“Patience, dove,” he teased, lifting his head up and meeting my eyes. Staring into his green depths, I missed him moving until he thrust his finger into me. Finally!

His thick digit filled me, the roughness of his calluses rubbing against my walls as he plunged in and out.

“Fucking drenching my finger, Nora. I can feel you clamping down on me already, and the thought of you squeezing my cock has me almost bursting.”

“Yes,” I breathed, wanting that.

He chuckled, leaning forward to take my nipple into his mouth. I reached down and pulled his head up to my mouth, wanting and needing his lips on mine. The kiss was sloppy and desperate as I tried to pull him into me. My hands smoothed over his back, gripping his tight ass in my hands and rocking him more into me. Reaching between us, I unsnapped his jeans and pushed my hand into his boxers. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I needed to touch him. To feel him.

August pulled back, smirking at my efforts as he watched me fumble around in his jeans as I gripped his hot and hard cock. My fingers didn’t reach around him as I pulled him free. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I finally wrestled him out of his pants, the true size of the monster he was rocking coming to light. I gulped, licking my lips as I stroked him and up and down.

“You’re not ready for me yet, dove. But you will be.”

Nodding, I couldn’t take my hands off him, though, as he watched me touch him. Now that I had him out in the open, I wanted to pet his cock and worship it.

“Stand up and place your hands on the rail, Nora.”

I blinked, not understanding, but my body moved to follow his orders. My legs shook as I stood, my body completely naked as I stepped out of my clothes. August was still fully dressed, only his pants unzipped with his cock out.

Taking one last look at it, I braced my hands on the rail and waited for what he wanted me to do next. The warmth of his body alerted me to his presence as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me backward before sliding my legs and pushing my feet further apart.

“Don’t move until I tell you, Nora.”

I nodded, my fingers gripping the wood before me as I waited. His tongue licking me from my clit to my back door wasn’t what I expected, and I jumped. A sharp slap landed on my butt cheek, and I gasped as the fire spread through me.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

“Mmhmm,” I mumbled, my eyes rolling back in my head as he returned between my legs. Over the next however long, August made me come multiple times with his fingers and tongue until I could no longer stand, my legs trembling so much that I whimpered.

“Good girl. You can turn around, dove.”

Letting go of the railing, I spun around and fell into his arms, my body melting into him as I tried to catch my breath. His shirt was soft beneath my cheek, and I clung to him, not caring how it made me look.

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