“Can I…” I licked my lips and looked at his erection. “Can I suck you?”
He swore and nodded once, shoving his briefs down his thick thighs before I could move. I watched as he glanced over at Charlie and they both seemed to communicate silently before August focused on me. “Come here, Rea.”
I stripped off my bra and went to my knees, crawling the few feet to him. Pressing my lips to his chins and then his knees, I worked my way up to his thighs, giggling as the coarse hair that dusted his legs tickled me.
“Jesus. I’m going to come like a fucking teenager at this rate.” Charlie’s muffled groan came from behind his fist pressed to his mouth.
I settled in front of August and looked up at him, any nervousness completely forgotten. Trailing my eyes down his chest and stomach, I finally settled on the monster between his thighs and a moan escaped me. Scooting even closer, I took him into my hand and stroked my hand down his thick length. Repeating that a few times, I watched in fascination as a pearl of precum beaded at his tip. Flicking my tongue out, I dragged his tip over it and tasted him.
“Fucking hell, Rea.”
Enjoying how broken August sounded, I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Forming my lips around him, I sucked hard as I pulled back and then bobbed my head down again. The feeling of his thick veins on my tongue urged me on and I moved faster, taking more of his length with each quick stroke.
His thick head hit the back of my throat and I gagged lightly, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with an audible pop. I looked up at him with wide eyes and what had to be red and swollen lips. “Oops.”
He swore wildly and gripped my hair in his fist. “You’re done. I can’t last much longer without coming and I’m not going out like that.”
“I want it.”
He gritted his teeth. “I dare you to show Charlie just how fucking well you suck cock.”