Page 76 of People Like Us

He leaned in, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh below my ear. “Did he finally make you come, Lola?” he growled, his hips pressing against mine, his hard length grinding against my center.

“No,” I breathed, my grip on his shoulders tightening.

August tsked. “Fucking shame. You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.”

His fingers found the hem of my panties beneath my dress and slipped underneath. “August, what are you…” I gasped as he ran a finger through the dampness that had gathered there then found my clit, rubbing tight circles against it.

“Does it feel good at least? Having his cock inside you?” he spoke against my jaw, his voice rough.

“It feels…” Heat pooled between my legs at his touch. I couldn’t process what he was asking, why he was asking. Did it turn him on to hear it? Would it turn me on to tell him?

“Rough,” I finally finished, my voice barely a whisper.

“Do you like it rough?” August nipped at my earlobe, his fingers picking up speed.

“Sometimes,” I whimpered thoughtlessly.

“Do you want me to be rough?” he asked hoarsely.

“No,” I said easily. “I like you just the way you are.”

“How am I?” his fingers slowed to a teasing, torturous pace, his mouth hovering over mine.

“Perfect,” I moaned.

August leaned back, lifting his leg to press me against the tree. He pulled off his jacket, tossing it to the wet ground. Then he was tugging at my cardigan, exposing my arms to the chilly night air. “Need to feel your skin,” he groaned against my chest, his mouth finding the top of my dress, pulling at it with his teeth until he freed one of my breasts from the fabric.

His fingers found my clit again, his mouth wrapping around my nipple. “This little white dress might be my favorite inanimate thing on the planet.”

“Jesus, August,” I gasped as his tongue flicked hot against my peaked flesh.

He let out a dry chuckle against my damp skin, adding to the sensation. “Don’t call for him. It’s just us here,” he said, repeating my own words back to me.

“You’re the only man I’d pray to anyway,” I said, reaching for the button on his jeans. His hand grasped mine the moment I began to tug at them.

“Not yet,” he said hoarsely.

“Afraid you’ll come in two strokes, August?” I teased. It dawned on me then that I hadn’t ever actually seen August’s cock. I had felt it through his pants a few times, but never actually got to touch, or see it fully.

He laughed against my shoulder. “No, but you touch me, I’m going to want to put my cock inside you. I can’t do that here.”

“Why not?” I teased.

He pulled back enough to look at me. “Well, for one, I don’t have a condom. And for two, I want to take my time with you. I don’t want some rushed, rough fuck in the rain to be our first time.”

“Well, it’s hardly my first time,” I muttered.

“Well, it’s mine,” he said, a bit harshly.

I swallowed tightly, brushing his wet curls away from his face. “I know. I’m sorry. We can wait as long as you want,” I said softly.

August smiled, kissing my cheek softly before dropping to his knees on his jacket. His mouth was on me instantly. “Don’t scream,” he chuckled against my center before wrapping his mouth around my clit.

The world narrowed to the wet, insistent pressure of his mouth. The rough bark of the tree dug against my shoulders as my back arched, a grounding counterpoint to the dizzying pleasure coiling in my belly. His tongue was a force of nature, a slick, determined muscle that knew exactly where to go, exactly how to move. He wasn’t tentative like I might have imagined; he was devouring me, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.

My fingers tangled in his damp hair, the curls thick and heavy with moisture from the humid air. I tried to hold on, to anchor myself, but my hips were moving of their own accord, grinding against his face, chasing the sensation. He growled against me, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my core, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.

The search party, along with the awful secret Emily and I now shared faded away, replaced by the obscene, beautiful sounds of August’s mouth on me. The wet sucking paired with the desperate moans he was making drowned out the distant calls of Shannon’s name in the dark woods.