Page 43 of Reckless Roses
“August,” I whisper, hardly able to catch my breath at the sight of him between my legs. “I… I normally can’t…” I can’t orgasm from oral. I never have. I’ve got specific needs that can’t always be met with a mouth alone, and if I’m taking too long to come, I feel like a nuisance.
Kneeling before me, August slips off his glasses and sets them on the tray beside him, revealing enough heat in his eyes to scorch my soul. “I may not get to have all your firsts, Elena, but this is one I’ll gladly claim—if you’ll let me.”
Fuck.
He’s so dark and possessive like this, a dichotomy to the soft and timid boy I’ve always known, almost as if it has been awakened in him, too. He’s unleashed, and all that pent up longing is zeroed in on me.
“I just… If I don’t come, don’t be upset.”
The corner of his mouth tilts. “Baby, I’ll make you come. If I have to take up permanent residence in your pussy to feel it flood my face, I’ll happily move in right between these legs.” He presses his lips to the denim over my thigh. “I’ve spent a lifetime wanting to watch you fall apart beneath me. I don’t mind if you make me earn it.”
My breath hitches, and all I can do is nod. Rapidly. Desperately. I’m throbbing to know what he’ll feel like between my legs. His soft skin and its hint of stubble scraping along my thighs, his tongue against my clit, his fingers—goddamn. I need him now.
I reach for the button on my jeans, the burn across my chest a sudden reminder I am freshly pierced. August’s brows raise as I pop my pants and begin to unzip them, our fingers brushing as he takes over, lowering the zipper before dipping into my waistband and pushing them down my thighs.
“Lift those hips for me, Elena.” His voice is strained, like it’s pure torment to go another moment without his head between my legs. He moves as quickly as I do, desperate to remove the remainder of my clothing.
Peeling my jeans off, he tosses them to the floor behind him, turning back to soak me in. I’m entirely bare to him, still lying back in the chair as he sits on the floor below me. August takes his time tracing every inch of my exposed skin, almost as if he’s memorizing me.
“I’m going to draw this later,” he rasps, as if I voiced those thoughts aloud. “I’m going to immortalize you like this. Fucking perfection.”
Something like a whimper escapes my throat, and my knees snap together, rubbing to create friction, pressure—anything to provide relief for the need his gaze ignites in my core.
His hands shoot out, grasping my legs and spreading them back open. His chest heaves, and his eyes go near black with lustas he lowers his gaze. August slides one hand down my thigh, eliciting sparks in his wake, before he places a featherlight touch over my pussy. He slides a finger through my slit, and my body jolts, toes curling and heart racing. He licks his lips as he uses a second finger to split me open, lightly rubbing his thumb over my clit.
“August,” I sigh, back arching into his touch, desperate for more of it.
“Don’t rush me, Elena,” he commands. “I’m acquainting myself with this pretty little cunt of ours.” He smacks my center—light and swift, just enough to set my flesh aflame. “Mhmm. I’m going to take my time with this pussy, make sure we get to know each other real well.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, head falling back.
My eyes screw shut, fingers reaching for his soft curls, twisting in his hair. His lips move along my thigh, and I can’t stop myself from bucking upward, forcing his mouth toward me. He laughs against my skin before he finally gives me what I’ve been craving.
I cry out as his tongue swipes through my legs, settling over my clit. He flicks over me rapidly, and a roaring sensation flies from the tips of my toes to the sparks behind my eyelids as I call out his name.
He wraps his lips around my bud, moaning as he sucks it into his mouth, almost like he’s savoring me. I grip his hair, pressing his face harder against my core as I shamelessly force myself into his mouth, desperate for more pressure.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Fuck my face. I want the pain you give, too.”
I whimper at his words, the rise of ecstasy floating through my body. Chasing that peak I’m so rarely capable of achieving from clitoral stimulation alone, I gasp at the trembling in my limbs, so close to that edge I’m craving.
“Do you have any fucking clue how sweet your pussy is, Elena?” August slips his tongue into me, and it sends my back bowing off the chair, a moan tearing from my throat. “Fuck,” he pulls away, “I’m so hard for you. I’m fucking pulsating just from your taste alone. You are heavenly.”
I watch his hand disappear from my thigh and between his own legs. He moans, and the realization of the way I’m making him feel has my eyes rolling back, my toes curling, and my body buzzing. It’s not a chore to him, not something he’s doing for my benefit alone. He’s genuinely enjoying this.
“Keep those legs open, baby. You close them, I stop.” He removes the other hand holding my thigh in place, dragging it toward my center and teasing my opening with a finger. He slowly slips it in, pumping a few times before adding another. “Is this what you’ve been missing? Your needy cunt needs to be filled, doesn’t it?”
Fuck. The mouth on this man is unreal.
“Yes,” I whisper, struggling to keep my legs open as my body quivers around him.
He pushes deep inside me, curling his fingers and massaging the place I need him most. The sounds falling from my mouth are inhuman, the way I thrust against his face obscene, and it’s when he wraps his mouth back around my clit that the elusive wave I’ve been chasing finally crashes against my skin, calming the fire in my veins. Sparks light behind my eyes like exploding stars, and all my senses disappear as I black out in bliss.
There is only him, only the way he makes me feel.
I’m still rocking my hips against his face as the blindness fades and I return to earth. He’s moaning, muttering something like “fuck” and “goddamn”, but I’m so lost in passion, I can hardly make out the sound. Finally finding the strength to lift my head, I look down to find two blazing emeralds staring backat me, flaring as if the sight of me above him is something to commit to memory.
August moves from between my thighs, sitting back on his heels. He licks his lips, as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. There’s surprise in his eyes and a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
