Page 29 of Psycho
August’s arms snaked under Lucas’s thighs, curling over to grip his hips— holding him in place—like he couldn’t be trusted to hold still. It was a good call. August’s mouth was perfection, and each sucking draw of his lips from base to crown had him gasping, his hands threading through August’s dark hair. “Please...”
Lucas didn’t even know what he was asking for other than to experience the orgasm welling within him. It was like August had been edging him since they met two days ago and Lucas was finally so close to getting what he craved.
August pulled off, chuckling at Lucas’s noise of frustration, before catching his legs beneath the knees, spreading him wide to spear his tongue against his hole. His eyes rolled as August did his best to literally consume Lucas. “Oh, fuck. That feels good.”
He didn’t mean to let his shields slip, but he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t concentrate. But instead of the usual barrage of unwanted images, the thoughts and sensations overwhelmed him in the best possible way.
August was imagining burying himself in Lucas but also pondering Lucas doing the same to him. His thoughts were vivid, possessive, almost as addictive as the feel of the soft slide of his tongue over his entrance.
August was thinking things that had Lucas moaning, his hand floating toward his cock, desperate. His hand was almost where he needed it when August’s hand darted out, snaking around Lucas’s wrist, keeping him from touching himself.
“August…”
He stopped, his gaze pinning Lucas in place. “You had your chance to control the situation. You refused. You can come when I’m done.”
His voice was a low growl, as if daring him to move. This was the real August, the torturer, the tormentor. Not all torture was pain. Sometimes, it was giving just enough to leave someone desperate for more.
Lucas dropped his head back onto the mattress with a shaky breath. August didn’t release his wrist, just held it in a vise grip as his other hand slipped into the dark furrow between his cheeks, circling his entrance before impaling him on one spit slick finger. “Fuck… August.”
He ignored him, his tongue licking around his rim as his finger pumped in and out, the combo sending Lucas’s senses into orbit. He was never one to beg, but he was contemplating it. Part of him worried August would only prolong it to toy with him more. He did the only thing he could think, mindlessly impaling himself on August’s finger, moaning every time it glanced across that bundle of nerves that set fire to his blood, making him groan.
When August finally closed his mouth over his cock once more, Lucas couldn’t control the movement, working his hips, unable to decide which he liked most—the finger moving within him or the perfect suction that was August’s mouth.
August still had his wrist in his grip. Lucas was afraid to say anything, to cry out, to even tell August he was close…and he was so close.
Still, they’d never been together like this before; they hadn’t even discussed boundaries. Did August even believe in boundaries that didn’t involve ropes or chains? “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, his head bobbed faster, driving Lucas closer to the cliff until he finally tumbled over with a shout, flooding August’s mouth with his release, shuddering as he moaned.
As soon as August’s finger slipped free, Lucas rolled them, snatching August’s arms and pinning them overhead, kissing him deep to taste himself on his tongue. “My turn,” he snarled.
The change in August was lightning fast, his muscles relaxing, his eyes going soft, like he’d been submitting his whole life. It was somehow just as much of a turn on as August’s animal side, maybe more so. What had August said? He leaned down to bite at August’s ear. “Who’s the rabbit now?”
August’s nostrils flared, his pupils blown. “You are. But it seems I’m at your mercy.” There was a slight tinge of humor to his tone, one that let Lucas know he’d play along, that he wanted this, too.
“Hands on the headboard. Don’t move.”
August threaded his fingers together, resting them near the headboard, eyes never leaving Lucas. If he could have gotten hard again, that look would have done it. August’s quiet submission. The way he looked at Lucas like he was something worth having. He was so fucking sexy.
Lucas sat back between August’s splayed thighs, looking over his torso and the dark hair dusted over his toned chest and belly, following the trail to his uncut cock, hard and flushed red, jutting from a nest of dark hair.
Lucas had no idea where to start. August was a buffet with too many options. But he’d taken his time with Lucas, and part of him wanted to do the same. See if he could take August apart a piece at a time.
Lucas raked blunt nails from August’s collar bones to his hips, watching the red lines emerge along his skin. Goosebumps erupted over his whole body. He leaned down and bit August’s one nipple while he gently teased the other, loving the way August hissed, his hips arching against his will. Lucas repeated his experiment as he switched sides. Lucas used his teeth to tug and scrape, then his tongue to soothe.
When he sat back once more, August’s hard cock was leaking. Lucas bent down and licked over his slit, pre-cum slightly bitter on his tongue. August growled when Lucas slid his lips up one side of his shaft and down the other before taking him in hand and working him with his fist. August’s lids fluttered closed, the muscle in his jaw pulsing as he tried to fuck into Lucas’s hand.
“Uh-uh. You had your chance. It’s my turn,” he teased, as August had moments ago.
August’s eyes snapped open, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “I’d respectfully like to remind you that my hands aren’t actually tied.”
Lucas laughed softly. “I would respectfully like to remind you that it’s you who’s worried about losing control, not me. You’re the one who thinks you need a choke collar, not me.” Lucas arched a brow, returning August’s smirk. “If you’re feeling froggy, leap.”
Lucas never saw it coming. One minute, he was peering down at August, the next, he was on his back, August looming over him, straddling his chest.
“Careful,” he purred.
Lucas didn’t care about being careful. He lifted his head, rubbing his lips across whatever he could reach, August’s chest, his ribs. He ran his palms up his thighs before guiding him closer until August’s cock hovered above his lips. Lucas took him in his mouth, moaning around August as he gently threaded his fingers through Lucas’s hair.
