Page 99 of When Sky Breaks
“Those firsts between us,” he husks, his lips on my jaw as nimble fingers release the snap, easing down my zipper, “were moments I clung to when it felt like I had nothing left. Is it okay to touch you like this?”
My heart pounds as I nod with frantic jerks of my head. “God, yes. Please.”
Once he has my consent, he slips his hand inside my jeans and rubs slow circles around my clit through my underwear. I’m wet—I’ve been wet since he caged me here in the corner.
“August,” I whimper against his lips as he kisses me again.
“Open up,” he says, smiling against my mouth as he feels me part my thighs.
August wastes no time, diving in with his tongue and slipping his long fingers under the fabric of my underwear, gliding until he finds purchase deep inside me.
I raise to my toes, groaning as I push my hips into his, and thump my head off the side of the fridge. There’s an incessant need for air in my lungs, a need to chase these feelings. For five years, I’ve been empty. I need August to fill me.
“Shhh, baby, you don’t want to cut this short.” He rubs over my clit with his thumb, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, so slowly I’m going to combust. “I need you to come all over my hand.”
Desperate, I rock into his palm, not giving a fuck anymore about who may walk in and what they might see. I’ve gone for so long without the expert touch August gives me, and I refuse to miss out anymore.
“That’s it, keep going,” he urges, running his nose along mine, kissing my jaw, my neck, all while keeping a steady pace.
My legs quiver, and desire coils low, ready to strike and incinerate me. He nips at my ear, never wavering, never faltering, his fingers curling in just the right way. Sweat trails down the center of my back as heat rolls off August’s frame, bringing with it the smell of his woodsy cologne and the soap I love.
“I used to fist my cock to thoughts of you when I’d be out on assignments,” he pants, his voice strangled by his own excitement. His hard body rocks into mine and I can feel how much he wants me.
“It didn’t take much. I’d remember your screams, your pleas. I’d dream of all the times I’d pull orgasm after orgasm from you, and I’d wake up so hard for you. So fucking hard,” he growls, grinding his erection into my hips. “I missed how greedy you were, like you couldn’t get enough of me.” His thumb flicks at my clit and my breathing grows shallow. “But really it was me who couldn’t get enough of you.”
I moan quietly as he dirty talks to me. Blood rushes in my ears, and arousal pulses in my core.
“You remind me I’m alive, Sky.”
Two more heavy, deep thrusts of his fingers are all it takes for me to shatter. I bury my head in his neck to muffle my scream. I climax sharply, my spine threatening to break from the unleashed tension.
August lets my wrists go, and I swing them around his neck, careful to not get him dirty. I suck down air and wait for my heart to stop its insane galloping as he holds me with one arm, hand firm on the back of my head, the other still in my jeans.
“Oh my god,” I rasp, leaning back.
His pupils are blown, and his pulse riots in his veins as fast as mine. His slow smirk draws one from me, and I shake my head. “You’re so bad.”
“Only for you, Shortcake.” He gently eases his fingers out and zips me up before licking me off his digits one by one.
That really shouldn’t be so hot.
A flush rides up my neck once I realize how close we were to getting caught. Through the blood still pounding in my ear, the shuffles and movements are recognizable on the other side of the wall from us.
“Are you ready?” he asks nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just give me an orgasm of the century.
I blow a stray hair out of my face and pray I look halfway decent when I walk out of here. “Yes, I just need to wash this off and let Blake know we’re done for the day.”
“Sounds good. Oh, and Sky?” he asks, slipping the camera strap around his neck.
“Yeah?”
“I solved the mystery.” He pauses. “Mine.”
“Huh?” I scrunch my nose as I attempt to slide my hand under the strap of my purse, August reaching over to help me get it on my shoulder.
He leans in to nip my ear lightly with his teeth, the action sending ripples of goosebumps across my skin. “That’s what you sound like when you come. Mine.”
Stunned in place, August manually twists me and gives my ass a little swat on the way out. While my cheeks—the ones on my face—burn because someone from the other room saw him, my heart burns brighter.