Chapter 89: Take me in the ass.
For several minutes, silence enveloped them as they locked eyes, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
After a while, Augustine exhaled deeply, his long lashes fluttering as a warm smile curved his lips. "Do you mind fulfilling my request?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes sarcastically at the question of Augustine.
"So... is that a YES from you, or is that a NO?" Augustine pressed, his gaze never wavering as he waited for a solid response from Charles.
Charles sighed. "If I fulfill your wish, then that will be my payment to you for not checking my medical report," he stated firmly.
He needed Augustine to understand that if he went through with this, there would be no future requests or expectations.
Augustine raised a hand to his hair, scratching it awkwardly as he processed Charles’s words. "I... I don’t want you... I..."
He opened his mouth to speak up but words kept spurring out of his mouth, almost as if he was saying gibberish.
Charles hissed, shaking his head sideways in disappointment as he opened the door of the car before stepping down.
Stunned!
Augustine sat frozen, his breath hitching as he watched Charles stride toward the driver’s side of the car.
His movements were deliberate, each step slow yet confident.
When Charles reached the door, he lifted his hand and gave the window a light knock, his eyes locked onto Augustine’s with an unreadable expression.
Quickly, Augustine opened the car in a rush and Charles couldn’t help himself but chuckle out loud as he wrapped his hands across his stomach. "Do you want me to bend over and suck you?" He probed with a brow slightly arched upwards.
Augustine gasped in surprise because he didn’t expect the words of Charles.
"Umm... okay." He mumbled as he rushed to unbutton his black short before proceeding to unzip it.
"Hold on," Charles stated with a firm voice, gripping Augustine’s wrist just before he could finish unzipping his shorts.
His touch was steady, yet there was a teasing edge to it.
Augustine’s breath hitched as Charles leaned in slightly, his lips curving into a sly smirk. "What would I get in return if I suck you?" he questioned, his voice dripping with playful intensity.
Augustine swallows hard. "Umm... I can give you money." He stated and that immediately made Charles scoff. "Do I look like a whore? Or a boy toy?" He inquired with a snarl.
"So what do you need then?"
Charles withdrew his hand from Augustine’s wrist, bringing his index finger to his lips as if deep in thought.
His eyes flickered with mischief before he finally spoke.
"I think I need... I need you to take me to a movie," Charles suggested, his voice laced with playful deliberation.
Augustine didn’t hesitate for a second before nodding swiftly. "It’s a deal then," he purred, his voice low and rich with anticipation.
Without warning, he reached for Charles’s index finger, the very one resting against his lips, and slowly drew it into his mouth.
"What the fuck?" Charles spat because Augustine’s behaviour had taken him by surprise.
Meanwhile, Augustine’s eyes darkened with desire as he grabbed Charles’s waist, pulling him closer with firm yet gentle hands. "I want you to sit on my lap and look me in the eyes," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.
At first, Charles wanted to refuse Augustine’s request, but the unspoken desire thrumming through his veins betrayed him.
His body craved the unknown, the thrill of surrendering to the moment.
Without a word, Charles nodded, slipping into the car and settling onto Augustine’s lap, his hands resting tentatively on Augustine’s thighs.
Charles parted his legs wider as he eased onto Augustine’s lap, his movements slow yet deliberate.
His dick was directed above that if Augustine’s. Charles fingers, once resting on Augustine’s thighs, instinctively traveled upward, grazing over the firm muscles before locking together at the back of Augustine’s neck.
His gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into Augustine’s eyes, silently conveying a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and something far deeper—something he wasn’t ready to name.
"Pfft!"
Augustine breathed out and once more, he found himself swallowing hard. "Ride me," he commanded and Charles nodded.
Charles nipples his lower lips, and ever so slowly, he wiggled his butt, allowing his length to firmly position at the middle of Augustine’s legs.
He made sure that their dick were both caressing that of each other which was despite the thick fabric of their clothes.
’Well, Charles only had his boxer brief on which wasn’t made up from a thick fabric.’
Nevertheless, Charles fluttered his eyelashes behind his medicated glasses, his gaze flickering with a mix of hesitation and unspoken intent. Moving as slow as a whisper, he began to rock his hips.
Charles movements were unhurried, deliberate—each shift of his waist testing the tension between them.
Augustine’s entire body stiffened as he held his breath, his chest rising and falling in shallow waves.
His eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and desire, remained locked onto Charles, following every languid motion.
The air between them grew thick, charged with something undeniable, as Charles continued his teasing rhythm, his expression unreadable yet utterly entrancing.
"Can you go faster?" Augustine purred with a soft voice that was barely above a whisper.
Charles nodded, withdrawing his right hand from Augustine’s neck.
Before Augustine could fully register what was happening, a sharp sting spread across his cheek—a heavy slap that echoed in the confined space of the car.
Stunned, Augustine blinked, his head tilting slightly from the impact. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.
Charles had just slapped him.
"Why did you..."
Just as Augustine was about to complete his phrase, Charles slid his right hand between Augustine’s legs, his fingers teasingly tracing along the fabric until it arrived at Augustine’s dick.
Without warning, Charles aggressively grabbed his balls, as squeezed it.
And then... A slow, knowing smile played on Charles’s lips as he leaned in slightly.
"I want to take you in my ass," he purred, his voice smooth and sultry.