Page 12 of Wishes for August

Fuck

“Here’s what’s going to happen Caleb. I’m going to fuck your throat, hard and fast.” I listened to every filthy word he said while I held his hard dick on my tongue. “And then, I’m going to cum all over your pretty face. I’m going to rub my cum into your skin, mark you and make a mess of you. You won’t look so put together when I’m done.”

Slowly, he slid his dick further into my mouth. My instinct was to protest, to push him out but I didn’t. Instead, I took a deep breath and took everything he gave me, relishing in the complete control he had over me. With my lips stretched wide, August pushed in deeper and deeper until I could feel him in the back of my throat. I gagged at the initial intrusion but relaxed into it as he held still.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” he whispered, and I blinked my eyes rapidly hoping he understood that I had heard him. “Good boy,” he said, his voice low and husky before he started fucking into me with punishing thrusts.

My head felt light and stars danced on the periphery of my vision. I was hyper aware of all the sensations in my body, the tingling in my arms, the rapid beating of my heart and the cool drip of my own precum on my thigh. My balls pulled up tight and I breathed through the sudden overwhelming need I had to come. I needed it so fucking badly. August was relentless, fucking into me as though he had something to prove.

“Fuck yes. Your throat feels so fucking good, so tight.” I whimpered, tears starting to spill from my eyes. “Oh, look at those pretty tears, does my slut of a boss like having my cock down his throat? I think you do.”

I looked up from my spot on the carpet and watched as pure bliss coated August’s features. He was stunning. Filthy and commanding. Possessive and powerful.

And I. Fucking. Loved. It.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was on fire, a slow buzz running through my limbs. I reached out to grab my dick and he paused his movements.

Looking down at me with an intense blaze in his eyes he spoke: “Did I say you could move your hands? You come when I say you can. Hands behind your back.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He resumed his thrusts. Quick and punishing. His breathing picked up, coming out in rapid puffs. I felt his cock throb seconds before he ripped it out of my mouth and aimed it at my face.

“Make yourself come while I paint your skin. Do it now dirty boy.”

Well fuck me, I was on a hair trigger, so worked up that one stroke was all it took to have me shooting all over the carpet.

“Look at me Caleb,” he said. I lifted my chin to watch as he jacked himself vigorously, letting out a guttural cry as his orgasm hit, sending warm jets of cum over my face.

“Fucking beautiful." The twinkle in his eye told me how much he enjoyed the sight of me below him. Submitting to him. He reached out a hand, trailing it down the side of my face and wiping his cum into my cheeks and over my lips. With a growl that I felt in my bones, he scooped up the remaining evidence of his desire and shoved his fingers deep into my mouth. The taste of him was bitter and salty but it thrilled me and my spent cock rallied in a valiant attempt at getting hard again. Without a word from him, I sucked the cum off his fingers like it was the best meal in the world. August groaned and tipped his head back towards the ceiling.

“Just perfect,” I heard him say, his voice still husky and dripping in arousal.

Without another word, he pulled his fingers from my mouth, dried them on my cheek and then stepped back. It was only then that I realised he was still fully clothed, only his dick poking out from the zipper of his jeans, while I was one hundred percent naked. I should have felt embarrassed, but I was still too turned on to care.

August tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans before rubbing his hand through my hair and gripping tightly, tipping my head back to look at him. We stared at each other, me trying hard to read him all while pleading for him not to stop, to keep touching me. Instead, he pulled away, dropped his hand and walked towards my office door. I followed his every movement but didn’t make to stand. My head was still light and fuzzy, struggling to keep up with the events of the evening. I’d seen twosides to August, and I was intrigued by both. I wanted more. And I was afraid he could see that desire written all over my face.

“Well, that was fun Boss Man. Be a good boy and clean up that mess.” He pointed down to the carpet where a puddle of my cum sat between my knees.

“I should make you lick that up,” he said with a devious grin before he exited my office leaving me kneeling, naked, covered in cum and so fucking confused.

What the fuck was that?

Chapter 9

Caleb

“The deadline is tight, but we can do it. Yes, I’m sure. Mate, have you ever known me to turn down an opportunity like this?” The warm chuckle on the other end of the phone had me smiling.

Noel Bennett was a friend of mine from my university days. He had recently taken over a large property firm primarily located in the US. His grandfather had started Bennett Properties and then passed it on to his father who in turn passed it on to him.

The company's board of directors had expressed concerns about the current marketing firm they were using. After a drop in profit and a few complaints from the public about their latest campaign, the board had decided it was time to find new representation. It also had not gone unnoticed that their current advertising and branding was outdated, and Noel wanted to give their brand a much needed push into the twenty first century.

The only problem was that they were meeting in the next two weeks and wanted portfolios and tenders from interested parties. It would have been a sure thing for us had Noel not been required to run it through the board. I didn’t have any concerns though; I knew we could put something together quickly. Noel had called to say that he was in London and wanted to swing by to discuss it further.

“What time will you be here?” I asked into the phone, glancing down at the little clock in the corner of my computer. It was twelve and Noel’s reply let me know that he would be with me by around three. That gave me three hours to put together a few tentative ideas. I just needed to invite the one man I had been avoiding to meet with me.

Every time I thought about August my cheeks heated and my heart tripped over itself. What had gone down between us had been incredible if not very confusing. It had been a few days since that night and though I had seen him briefly in the office, we hadn’t spoken. It was now time to put that aside though and so I sent him an email.