by Jill Haven
“Looking for your stalker?” I laughed it off but made a mental note to explore this further at a different time. The mystery would keep at least while we had dinner.
The tired-looking radio on the shelf behind the counter played an oldies station with a selection of hits from the fifties and sixties, and the waitresses looked as though they belonged in Happy Days or Grease, but the food wasn’t bad, and the place was quiet enough. Quiet enough that I could hold August’s hand across the table anyway, and that was all I really wanted. That, and to try to ignore his sock-covered foot as it teased the edge of my jeans.
His teasing brought back memories of earlier, in my car, when he’d put his hand on my thigh, slowly shifting it higher, and my dick twitched.
“Was your burger okay?” I nodded at his empty plate.
August could have cooked that meal in his sleep, but sometimes the freedom of being able to eat someone else’s cooking was all a chef required. It didn’t even need to be that good for us to enjoy it.
But August nodded. “Absolutely. Maybe we should introduce these at STK Storm?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Not while I live and breathe.” Then I lowered my voice. “I should thank you again for coming today.”
A waitress stopped by with a coffee refill, and I leaned back, allowing her access to my cup. The steam wafted the bitter aroma toward me and I breathed deep then clinked my cup against the saucer as I lifted it to my mouth.
“You don’t need to thank me.” August widened his eyes, and I nearly laughed at his sudden earnest expression. “It meant a lot that you took me with you.”
“Mom was diagnosed a couple of years ago.” I hadn’t meant to spill my story in a dime-a-dozen diner, but once I started, the words kept flowing. “And almost as soon as that diagnosis was confirmed, she started looking for homes where she could live and be cared for by anyone who wasn’t me.”
August’s mouth fell open and he pressed a hand to his chest as he gasped. “But you would have been so kind and caring.”
“That isn’t why.” I shook my head. “Mom spent her entire life supporting me, and she didn’t want to undo all my work by making me her around-the-clock caregiver. At least, that’s what she said. I think maybe it was more that she didn’t want me in her face, worrying about her all the time.”
“Yeah, I can get on-board with that kind of reasoning. Oh, and she might not like you telling her what to do,” August said. He shifted on his bench, his pants shushing against the shiny vinyl.
I looked at him. “Huh?”
The bell above the door dinged as a table of customers left, allowing a blast of summer-scented evening air into the small space.
“You came to my home and cooked me soup on my third day away from work. You probably would have spoon-fed me if I’d refused to eat it. I can tell why she might think you’re a worrier and on the bossy side.” A small grin claimed his mouth, and he flicked the end of a straw, the plastic making a quiet snapping noise as he spoke.
I smiled. “Either way, being in The Cedar House was Mom’s decision, and I’ve grown to respect that.” I made a face, turning my lips down. “She made other decisions that don’t rest as easy, but I deal with them.”
“Like what?”
“No one really knows where she is or that she’s sick. That’s how she wanted it, and she can’t really remember why when I ask her, so I just comply with her original request. I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do or not.”
August tightened his fingers around mine. “You’re a fantastic son, doing the best you can. Please don’t think otherwise.”
A surge of affection swelled in my chest, and I breathed in, enjoying his scent as it bloomed rich and deep around us. “I am doing my best,” I agreed, “Because Mom always did her best for me. She raised me on her own when my father died, somehow scraped together the money to send me to Paris when the institute put me forward, and she has always been my biggest fan.”
August smiled. “I need to stop you right there. Her fandom has been surpassed by someone a little younger, male, and not too far from where you are now.” Then he added, “Although I’m sure she’s still a very big fan. Close second, most likely.”
I laughed. “Doofus.” Just being with him raised my spirits, and I was able to think and process in the oasis of calm he provided.
I glanced at our empty plates again, then at the waitress wiping down the counter for the third time. The jukebox had long since fallen silent. “I think it’s time for us to go.” I stood. “Come on, Cinderella, let’s get you home before midnight. You still need plenty of sleep to recover.”
August rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”
The drive home was quiet, although August remained awake and alert at my side. Occasionally, I cast a quick glance in his direction, only to find his eyes gleaming back at me through the gloom of the car interior, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“What’s got you so happy?”
He shrugged. “Just spending time with you.”
I nodded. “It’s been a good day.”
After I parked at his apartment, I walked him to the door to see him safely inside then pressed a kiss to his lips before I turned to go.
But August grabbed me, pulling me in after him and slamming the door closed. He pressed me up against the wall, his mouth against mine, his tongue already exploring my lips, and my cock awoke. I drew him against me, a groan rumbling from my chest as his erection nudged against the base of mine.
August dropped to his knees and looked at me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he began to unbuckle my jeans, taking his time to unfasten my belt and slowly slide it out from the belt loops, before teasing me by hooking his finger under the waistband to nudge against the head of my cock as he flicked the button open. Every zip of a zipper tooth as he drew it slowly, so slowly open, teased me further, and I whimpered.
“I have a surprise for you,” he announced.
“August… I… I can’t. It’s too much. We have to hold off. We said we wouldn’t do anything until you were on your suppressors.” Already, my control was on a knife’s edge. It took everything in me not to push my cock into his mouth and fuck him that way. But I really wanted his ass, and I didn’t dare test whether I could stop my desire from taking over.
August worked faster, freeing my dick and taking it into his hand. “Didn’t I tell you?” He pressed a kiss to the tip. “I’ve been on them over twenty-four hours already. They’ve kicked in.”
I groaned again as August swirled his tongue up my shaft. Tonight would be the night he ruined me.
15
August
I ran my tongue up Ewin’s cock, worshiping the velvet-covered steel. I wanted him to take me hard, but first I wanted to tease him and take him as close to the edge as I could. I almost laughed as a bead of precum ran into my mouth, filling me with the taste of honey and spice.
“God, you taste good.”
He rumbled satisfaction as his hips thrust gently toward me. “And you feel great.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging softly, sending sharp bursts of pointed pain to my scalp, and I hummed across his skin as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat.
“I want you so many ways,” he growled. “You’ve driven me crazy for weeks.”
I nodded, bobbing my head against him as I drew him in and out of my mouth.
He gasped but drew away a little. I let his dick slide from my mouth then looked at him questioningly.
“I want you every which way. But I also need a shower. Join me?”
I laughed as excitement fizzed through me. “I’ve always wanted shower sex.”
As Ewin started the water and undressed, I ran into my bedroom and neatened my bed. Then I stood back and turned the sheet down to look inviting before fluffing the pillows. Lastly, I turned on a couple of lamps, searching for optimal light, and rifled through my toy drawer for a selection of flavored lubes and toys, just for…options.
I
rolled my lip under my top teeth as I headed to the bathroom, easing my T-shirt over my head as I went. My cock strained at the front of my jeans, and I smoothed my hand over it, sending fresh electricity through me. I wanted Ewin’s hand, Ewin’s mouth on me. I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom. I rested my arm above my head against the wall, and leaned into the stance, gripping my cock as I thought about Ewin. But Jesus, I needed to slow down.
I removed the rest of my clothes, littering the hallway with them, and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Get yourself in here, August.”
I took my cock back into my hand and stepped into Ewin’s line of sight. His cock swelled. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “I could watch you jack off all night.” Then he stepped back. “But I can’t let you have all the fun. Get in here.”
My breath hitched and I climbed into the shower.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Let me wash you.”
He soaped my back, and my shoulders, working in small circles of touch that increased my desire. I fumbled behind me, reaching for the dick that kept nudging my ass cheek.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice showing signs of strain. “Let me wash this beautiful body, first.”
I relaxed into being taken care of by him. Then he drew the sponge to my lower back, and soap ran down my legs before he swirled across my cheeks and delved into my crack. His finger pressed gently against my asshole.
“Mine,” he said, and I closed my eyes, tensing my knees so they didn’t buckle.
“Only yours,” I whispered, but he gave no indication of hearing as honey and hot spices scented the drifting steam.
“Turn around.” He gave another curt order, and I spun quickly, pressing our bodies together as I kissed him hard on the mouth. Our dicks nudged each other, sending a fresh wave of desire though me, and I opened my mouth on a gasp, reaching for him again.
“Naughty boy,” he admonished, stepping away, but his eyes shone as if with amusement. “Let me just check that I got everywhere clean…” He spun me and knelt behind me.
I bit back a groan as his hands caressed my sides then rested at my waist before sliding across my wet skin to my ass. Then he knelt behind me and parted my ass cheeks.
“Mmm… Looks good enough eat.”
I held my breath as he kissed the inside of my thigh, then I waited to feel his next touch. A second kiss touched me, but higher up. My cock couldn’t get any harder as I waited to see what he’d do.
He angled me out of the shower spray then licked the underside of my ass. I tensed, squeezing my cheeks together, and he laughed. “Spoilsport.”
I laughed too as he gently parted my cheeks again. Then his tongue slipped between them, pressing against my asshole and I took an involuntary breath in before pushing it out on a moan.
“Oh, God.” I rested my head on my arm as I pressed against the cold shower tiles.
He fluttered his tongue against me, the delicate touches making my cock jump.
“I want you ready for me, August.” He kept his voice so quiet I almost thought he hadn’t meant for me to hear.
I wriggled against him, pressing back, searching for more.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he muttered, shutting off the water.
My balls tightened in anticipation of the promise his words held. Outside the shower, he grabbed a towel from the rail and wrapped it around my waist, stroking his hand up my cock as he did so.
“Such a beautiful dick to go with your beautiful face.” He cupped it as he met my gaze, and I leaned forward to kiss him again.
He backed me against the wall, his hand tightening around me, his tongue plunging inside my mouth. I strained into his hand, desperately hard for him, and he adjusted his grip, taking himself in hand alongside me. A whimper broke from my lips as he caressed us together.
“Can we go to your bedroom, August?” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded, speechless. With my dick in his hand, I’d have let him lead me straight into the fires of hell if he wanted.
Once in my bedroom, he pressed me against my pillows, and rested between my legs. “Just look at you.” He pressed kisses to my chest as he toyed with my nipples, until his head dropped lower as he slid the flat of his tongue across my stomach.
I willed him closer as his breath skimmed the head of my cock, and I watched as precum oozed from the tip.
He inhaled deeply. “I will never tire of your scent. But now I want your taste.”
He bowed his head and flicked his tongue over me, scooping up my precum and groaning his delight. “Everything you make tastes divine.”
I laughed, the movement nudging my cock against his lips, and he moaned again before parting his lips and I watched as I disappeared into his mouth. It took all my strength not to thrust my hips upward into the wet heat.
“I want to kiss you, too. Flip over.” I shuffled from my pillows to lie flat, and he huffed as my dick left his mouth, but he obliged me and turned around.
His mouth found my cock again as I stared at his. It was magnificent. And he wanted to put it inside me. As I gazed at it, Ewin moved, and I watched him grab a tube of lube from across the comforter. He lubed up his fingers, and as he did, I bent my head toward his cock, taking it into my mouth and he reached around my body, his fingers probing toward my asshole.
I took him as far as I could, feeling him jump and twitch in my mouth.
“Don’t make me come, August. Not like this,” he gasped out as he slid his lubed fingers over me, pushing one tip gently inside, then stretching a little to make room for the other.
I arched my back and almost purred as I licked his shaft and he returned his mouth to my cock as he continued to finger me, stretching my hole. He lay his cheek against my thigh, panting as his cock strained for release inside my mouth.
“I think you feel ready.”
Adrenaline pounded through my brain, and my head buzzed as I waited for Ewin’s next move.
“Move against your pillows again? I want to watch your face.” He shifted back between my legs, nestling in, making himself comfortable. “Thank you for sharing this beautiful body with me.” He dropped a kiss on my lips, so quick I barely had time to respond.
I ran my hand down his rigid shaft one last time then cupped his balls, almost weighing them in my palm.
He urged my legs higher as he lifted my hips before he pushed the head of his penis into me, the movement careful and almost excruciatingly slow. I wanted him, I wanted all of him now. I pressed my palms to his back, his ass, anywhere I could reach, drawing him closer, urging him closer.
“I want to savor this. Let me love you my way.” He kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth with the same care he was taking with my cock.
Once he was all the way in, he pulled almost all the way out before repeating his long strokes until his speed picked up and he angled against me in ways that started a fire in my belly. As I lay there, my insides tensed, tightening until I thought I might split open from the pressure. Almost without warning, I broke before throbbing around him.
“Sweet Jesus,” he gasped, and I jerked as thick ropes of cum spurted inside me. The intense heat sent excitement to my cock, and I came, spilling between our bodies.
I glanced at Ewin across the busy kitchen and bit down on the inside of my cheek to prevent my smile. But I just couldn’t help myself. It spilled out, and he grinned in return. Then he frowned. We were trying to keep things on the down-low because…work. And I tried. I swear I tried, but it was as if he’d enchanted me.
His scent surrounded me, I seemed to be aware of his location at all times, and my eyes were drawn to him.
I whistled to distract myself as I chopped some herbs.
“You sound…happy this morning,” Jonas commented. “What’s up? Good news or you get laid?”
“What? No! Shut up!” I glared at him.
He laughed. “Those are the usual two things, though, right?”
“You’re
ridiculous.” I focused harder on my task, ignoring Jared, who seemed to be lingering closer to my workstation. “I am merely living to the Ewin Storm motto—have fun, take care, and put your heart into it.”
But I felt Ewin’s eyes on me and glanced up to meet his thoughtful gaze. Then he offered me a small secret smile and returned to explaining something to one of the chefs on the other side of the kitchen. As I swung my gaze away, I met Jared’s fierce gaze. He glared at me then returned to his task, shaking his head.
Well, he could suck it. He was probably just bitter that I hadn’t fallen behind when I was sick. In fact, I had news for him. I’d never felt stronger. My career felt stable and right, I enjoyed widening my friendship circle to include Jonas and networking with other chefs, I got to create every day, and Ewin had slotted into my life like the missing piece. I had a lot to be thankful for.
“Hey, guys, how’s it going over here?” Ewin sidled up alongside Jonas, and grinned at both of us, then his gaze settled on mine and the smile slipped to something meant just for me.
“Great!” Jonas clapped me on the back. “A happy August seems to make for great cooking.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” As Ewin’s eyes softened, becoming liquid chocolate, I basked in his scent.
Then I turned abruptly, feigning checking the range. If Ewin wanted us to remain inconspicuous, he wasn’t really facilitating that. Where had the man gone who spent most of his time hiding out in his office? I needed that Ewin back before I gave both of us away by having my arousal on full display all over the kitchen.
I took a deep breath and released it. For a count of five, then ten, when that didn’t work.
“You still okay?” Jonas shot me a concerned glance. “Not heading for a relapse, or anything?”
