Page 46 of King of Lies (Mayhem Manuscripts Season One: 1nf3ction #6)
“Twelve. It wasn’t long after my father died. I went through a reckless period. Discovering my immunity put paid to that.” August frowned. “Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just got reckless in other ways.” He jerked his chin to his cock. “Are you going to deal with that?”
I kissed the scar. Then I worked my way over the jut of his pelvic bone to his lower abdomen. Once there, I rested my chin on him. “I want to fuck you.”
“And I want to be fucked by you.”
I slid my chin over his skin, the slight sweatiness of it making the action easier. “We have nothing to use.”
“Don’t we?”
The amused note in August’s voice had me lifting my head and narrowing my eyes. “You brought lube, and you never mentioned it.”
One corner of his lips lifted in a lopsided smile. “You weren’t exactly the picture of horniness. Any sex we had was… Yeah…”
My silence said he was right without needing words. “Where is it?”
“On the bike.”
“Fuck!”
August pushed me off and swung his legs onto the floor.
“You’re naked,” I pointed out.
“So?”
“So… you probably shouldn’t go out there like that.”
He disappeared from the room. “I’ll take a weapon, and I don’t mean the one between my legs.”
The wait for his return stretched unbearably long.
Long enough for worry to take root. I should have gone with him.
I should always go with him if there was even the slightest hint of danger.
The thought brought me up short. It sounded an awful lot like love.
And with it came panic. Because what if I fell in love, only for him not to be here?
It would be the ultimate irony. I leaned up on my elbows. “August?”
“Coming! And not in a good way.”
Relief slammed into me. Moments later he was back, shutting the door firmly behind him. He held up a small pot. “Lie back.”
I obeyed, August climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I’m going to ride you.”
“Yeah?”
His smile was pure wickedness. “And you’re going to lie there like a good boy. You’re going to groan and tell me how good it is. And then you’re going to come again. Any objections?”
“None.”
August leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine, then followed with a sharp nip to my bottom lip that reminded me never to try to predict his next move. “Wise choice.”
He took an inordinate amount of time smoothing lube over my cock, the action passing way beyond stimulation to torture by the time he positioned himself over me. “Say please.”
“Please.” I was so entranced by this more dominant version of August that I would have said anything had he requested it.
He eased down slowly, the eye contact between us making it ten times hotter.
I ran my hands along his thighs, his skin silky and hot beneath my fingertips.
Once he was fully seated, my hands rested on his hips, prepared to guide, encourage, and control the speed and angle.
He was deliciously hot and tight as my cock sank deeper into his arse, no prompting required to tell him how fucking good it was.
We built up the pace, perfecting a rhythm where I bucked up and he bore down without my cock ever slipping out of his arse.
My orgasm built steadily until the effort of prolonging it had my muscles trembling.
August had never looked sexier than he did riding my cock. Chest flushed and glistening with sweat, throat bared, the muscles of his thighs contracting and relaxing as he rose and fell.
“I love you.” The words had been inevitable, bound to slip out eventually. Maybe they were what I’d been trying to say all along during those last few days of frozen politeness.
August stilled and then threw his head back and laughed. “If you love me, make me come.”
“I can do that.”
I was as good as my word, one hand aiding with balance while the other wrapped around August’s cock, palm moist with lube.
Time passed in something of a frozen tableau as we concentrated on achieving that second orgasm.
The slip. The slide. The thrust. All accompanied by gasps and grunts that rose in a crescendo.
August was loud when he came, his lack of restraint a testament both to the relative safety of our surroundings, and to the distance from his grandmother. I followed soon after, laughter spilling between us with the intensity of our second orgasms as August rolled off me.
He propped himself up on one elbow, the day warm enough we could lie there without worrying about covering ourselves. “So you love me?” August eventually said.
“Apparently so.”
“Hmm…”
I finally gave in to the inevitability of turning my head to look at him. Sweaty suited him, as did post-orgasm lassitude. He had both in spades. “Is ‘hmm’ all you’ve got to say about it?”
“Have you ever told anyone you loved them before?”
“No,” I answered honestly. “You’re the first.”
“When did you decide you loved me?”
“When you weren’t there. When you were at the castle. I might not have admitted it to myself until today, but that was the moment, if I’m honest.”
August laughed. When I didn’t join in, he shot me an amused look. “Oh, come on. You just told me you love me more when I’m not around.”
“You’re twisting it. I didn’t mean it like that.”
He shuffled closer, his elbow touching my shoulder. “You have questions. I can see it on your face.”
I both hated and loved that he could read me so easily. “Have you ever told anyone you loved them?”
“Lots of times.”
I turned onto my side so we were facing each other. “And how many times did you mean it?”
“Taking family out of the equation, none.” He studied me for a moment. “I love you, if that’s what you’re waiting to hear.”
Breathing became difficult enough that I had to remind myself how to do it. “Truth or lie?”
“Truth. All day long.”
“You couldn’t have said that before.”
He winked. “I didn’t think I needed to. I took you home to meet my grandmother. I stormed a castle for you.”
“I don’t remember the storming part.” I was smiling so much that if I kept it up, my cheeks would ache. I yanked him toward me, pulling his head onto my chest. “Come here. I need you closer.”
August didn’t argue.
We didn’t go anywhere that day. Or the next. We survived on blackberries and cum, and cum that eventually tasted of blackberries.