Waiting For August

Part 44 ~ Just roll with it

When I woke up it was dark. I was stripped down to my boxers, and I was in Caleb's bed. The sheets were changed. I don't know how or when he'd done it, or how I'd got here. Caleb was curled up asleep on the bed beside me. How long had I been sleeping? I sat up and slipped out of bed.

"August?" His voice was heavy with sleep.

"I need the bathroom." My bladder was about to burst.

"Okay. You'll come right back though?"

"Yeah." I brought my hand to my forehead to brush my hair from my face. Damn. The poor guy. He thinks I'm a flight risk. I headed towards the door.

Caleb sat up. "August?"

"Yeah?"

He pointed to the door that I'd just passed. "Ensuite."

"Oh." I slid the door open. I'd thought it was a closet. There was a small hall beyond. Space enough for a dresser on the left, with a walk-in closet on the right, and at the end of the hall an open bathroom door. I headed inside.

A nightlight was plugged in just inside the doorway. It filled the room with a warm gentle light. There was a large shower to the right and a toilet and counter with double sinks on the left. I lifted the seat. I had to pee so badly.

I finished. Flushed. I went to the sink and began to soap up my hands. I caught movement in the mirror. Caleb was standing in the doorway.

"Me too." He went to the toilet and urinated. Flushed. He stepped up to wash but instead of using the available sink, he reached around me, boxing me in between the counter and his body. I could feel his heat as he brushed up against me ever so lightly. He only had to stand next to me to get me worked up. I dried my hands and passed him the towel.

As he leaned forward to hang it up, he burrowed his face into my hair and smelt me. His breath tickled my neck causing gooseflesh to form. His arms slid around my waist, and he pulled me against him and into his heat. I turned my head to look back at him and his lips quickly found mine.

He took his time. His kisses were slow and deep causing sparks to erupt in the pit of my stomach. As he kissed me, he lightly rubbed my stomach and his fingers trailed along the waistband of my boxers. He was pressing himself against me from behind and he was hard.

"August... I don't know how much longer I can wait." His hot breath tickled my ear. I shivered.

I'd already come to a decision.

I met his gaze. "Then don't."

His eyes widened and he grabbed me, turning me quickly towards him. I gripped his arms as I tried to keep my balance. He leaned in and kissed me, hungrily this time, his tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue darted inside to find and tease my own.

His hands moved from my shoulders, swept down my back, stopping only when they reached my behind. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, his hardness pressed against my own through the thin fabric of our boxers.

I moaned in his mouth. The sound was muffled and weak. I dropped my hands to his hips and tried to pull him even tighter against me. Just rubbing up against him was almost too much.

A growl of frustration escaped his lips, and I threw my arms around his neck as he was suddenly lifting me up by my ass. He set me on the counter between the sinks.

His lips moved to my ear, sucking and licking, sending chills across my spine as he made his way down my neck. I dove my hands into his hair, pulling his head towards me, wanting more. His gentle caress was infuriating. I ached for more wherever he touched.