His Saint (Forever Wilde 5)

Augie was a dream when he took charge of prepping me.

His mouth distracted me while his fingers began to invade. With every stroke of a tongue or finger, his movements became more confident, more demanding. Nothing shocked me more than when Augie’s lust-gruff voice began to command me.

“Put your knees under you. Ass in the air.”

Precum flowed out of me as I did what he said. But then his command turned quickly into adorable babble.

“God, this ass,” Augie muttered, almost to himself. “Can’t believe you’re going to let me do this to you. I’m going to blow as soon as I get inside you.” His hands smoothed over my butt and lower back before he reached for the condom he’d chucked on the bed. “So sexy. You’re blind. You’re crazy. I think you don’t know what you’re doing letting me top you. It’s a pity top. Oh wait, you’re going to top from the bottom. Probably. That makes more sense. But still. I’ll take it. Fuck. This ass. I swear, I—”

“Baby, it’s okay,” I said, biting back a chuckle. “Believe me, I know exactly what I’m doing. I want you to feel good, to feel what it’s like to fuck someone.”

“More muscles than brains,” he said, leaning up and pressing his lips to the back of my neck. “You could be reading me the instruction manual for a lawn mower and I’d feel good right now. I don’t need to put my dick in you to feel good naked in bed with you.”

“You changing your mind?” I asked breathlessly. Augie’s cock slid through the cleft between my cheeks, lighting up the nerves in my entire groin with need. “Because I didn’t figure you for a tease, August Stiel.”

“Mpfh,” he grunted, flexing his hips to grind into me harder. “Definitely not changing my mind.”

He pulled back and maneuvered his cock to my hole. For a split second, I felt like turning around so I could see his face when he entered me. But then I had a strange sense of fear. That it would be too intimate, too close. That I would see things in his eyes I couldn’t fix or needs I couldn’t fulfill. It was better this way. Doing my best to relax my body, I buried my face in the bedding as he pushed into me.

“Oh god. Saint. Oh fuck.” His voice had a hint of sob behind it, which only made me want to turn around more and take him into my arms.

The pinch and burn I felt in my ass was nothing compared to the now-familiar tightening in my chest when I thought about the man in bed with me. Even as he pressed into me, his hands continued their gentle caress of my skin like he wanted to memorize the dips and planes of my body while he had the chance. Every time he touched me, there was tender affection behind it. I wondered if he realized how much emotion he projected with his movements?

I wonder if he realized how much emotion his affection brought up in me?

When he was finally fully inside me and still, I took a deep breath.

“Move, please,” I said. “Want to feel you.”

“Saint,” he croaked, pulling back a little before pushing in again. “Not gonna last. Christ, so tight.”

I reached a hand back to squeeze his hip. My cock throbbed against the bedding beneath me. “’S’okay, baby. Me neither.”

He stroked in and out of me, lighting up my channel while picking up the pace. Suddenly he pulled out with a grunt and tugged at my hip.

“Over. Want to see you.”

I scrambled to my back and pulled my knees up, watching the flushed heat of his face and the giant pupils in his eyes. Augie concentrated on finding his way back inside me before leaning over me and locking eyes.

“Better,” he said softly, searching my eyes with his typical look of vulnerable insecurity. I reached my hands up to hold his face and draw it down to kiss him.

As soon as our bodies were connected from mouth to cock, everything felt perfect and right.

We kissed like we couldn’t get enough. His body slammed into mine like he was frantic to crawl inside me. My arms tightened around his back like thick bands of never fucking leave me.

When I felt the rough hair of his happy trail tug at my cock, it was enough to have me scrambling a hand between us to finish myself. His movements sped up and his eyes widened. We stared at each other until I tumbled first, crying out a curse and arching up as my release shot over my stomach and chest.

I felt myself tighten around him in pulses of pleasure. He thrust into me two more times before calling out my name in a gasp. After he collapsed on top of me, I ran greedy but lazy hands all over every inch of his skin I could reach. He felt perfect against me despite the sweat and fluids between us.