Waiting For August

Part 51 ~ Midnight Marathon

I'd fallen asleep. For how long I wasn't sure but by the time I stirred, moonlight was streaming in through the bedroom window. It fell across August's naked body as he lay face down on the bed beside me. He was out cold.

True to my word, I'd made him pay for his time away from me. I'd ravished him twice. The first time had been quickly. The second had the makings of a marathon. But now I'd slept, and my wolf was hungry for more.

The full moon was only days away and his control, his desires were much stronger than my own. It also meant that August's wolf wanted to play as well, so any attempts from him to rebut my advances met with a wolf who was ready to happily roll over.

Our bond was running overclocked, and there was little that either of us could do to appease it other than let the wolves have their way. I blame August entirely for our predicament. It was his decision that was keeping us apart. His desire to remain in the city, that was impeding our bond. His distancing us that made our wolves want to make up for lost time.

Still, with the moonlight streaming down milky on his bare backside, it admittedly didn't take much encouragement from my wolf for me to want to help myself to some just desserts.

I leaned down and buried my face into the nape of his neck, smelling his hair. It always started with his scent. Not only his wolf scent; that wonderful blend of crisp apple, sweet timothy and hint of vanilla that was made specifically to attract me, but the scent of his shampoo and deodorant, his aftershave, the little things that made Augustus smell only like Augustus could.

His scent could calm me just as easily as it could arouse me. It was all encompassing in the way it allowed him to control me. I couldn't stray from him. I couldn't stay angry at him and when I went without it, it made me crave and desire him in a terribly wonderful addictive way. My only consolation was the knowledge that my scent had the same allure for him.

I slipped my hand into his hair at the base of his head, letting my fingers play in his smooth locks, before dragging my fingertips slowly down his spine. When I reached his lower back, I began making small circular movements, deepening the pressure as I tried to gently rouse him. When he still didn't wake, I lowered my hand further to grab and squeeze his ass.

That got his attention. He half rolled over and attempted to swat my hands away. That was fucking adorable. I flipped him the rest of the way over, grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me.

"Mnn. More sleep... please."

"Sure, babe. You sleep." I settled down on the bed next to him, getting comfortable before I grabbed his cock, stroking him briefly before I slipped him into my mouth. I began working on making him hard, teasing him with my tongue as I sucked and tugged him gently. It didn't take long before his breathing was erratic, and he was growing firm in my mouth.

He moaned and my own cock grew even harder. Fuck. Just the sound of his voice, knowing that I was bringing him pleasure, I thought I could get off on that alone.

I swallowed his length, sucking him hard as I squeezed his balls. He gasped and buried his hands in my hair. "Oh, fuck. Caleb."

I liked that. I pulled up from him. "Say my name again." I circled his cockhead with my tongue, liking the way he felt in my mouth before I was once more taking him in deep. I sucked him hard, quickening my pace.

"Oh, God, Caleb. Oh, fuuccck." His hands were pulling my hair and I wondered how long he would last. I pulled off of him and looked at his face.

His head was raised as he tried to look up at me now that I'd stopped. His eyes were gold, and he was biting his lip. I reached for the lube as I repositioned myself again. I slicked up my fingers and grabbed his cock in my opposite hand. When I went down on him again, I slipped a finger easily into his ass, then a second. He was still nicely relaxed from before.