Chapter 90: Grind me.
Augustine’s breath hitched.
His entire body tensed his grip on the steering wheel tightening as if grounding himself.
The world around him blurred into nothing—only Charles existed at that moment, his words sinking deep, igniting a fire that made Augustine’s pulse race.
"Come on, baby boy. Don’t you have anything to say?" Charles teased, his voice laced with playful seduction.
Slowly, he use his other hand to raise his glasses from his eyes, pushing them up until they rested loosely in his hair.
The dim lighting inside the car cast a shadow over his sharp features, making his gaze even more intense as he locked eyes with Augustine.
His fingers trailed lazily across Augustine’s chest, tracing invisible patterns as he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against Augustine’s skin.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, waiting—daring Augustine to respond.
Augustine slammed his lips together as he swallowed hard. "I... can we do it here?" He inquired and Charles nodded his head while winking his eyes at Augustine.
’Shit... fuck!’ Augustine spat within himself as he bites his upper lips.
"Umm," Augustine purred, releasing his grip on the steering wheel as his hands found their way to Charles’s cheeks.
His thumbs brushed gently against the smooth skin, his touch hesitant yet longing.
"Let’s... let’s take things slowly," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, but the moment the words escaped his lips, regret settled deep in his chest.
’Why the hell did I reject Charles offer?’ Augustine inwardly asked himself.
Augustine had the overwhelming urge to shove Charles’s face against the steering wheel, to rip off those teasingly snug boxer briefs and take him right there in the car, hard and unrelenting.
The mere thought sent a rush of heat through his veins, his self-control teetering on the edge of collapse, but then, his mind pulled him back—reminding him of the morning. Of Charles’s exhaustion. Of the way Charles had collapsed in his company.
Augustine clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply as he forced himself to reel in his desire.
No matter how much he wanted to lose himself in Charles, he knew better than to be reckless with him.
Charles wasn’t just a body to pleasure himself with—he was something more.
Meanwhile, Charles who had playfully asked Augustine to take him in the ass smiled warmly. ’He’s such a gentleman.’ Charles thought to himself as he blushed.
He slowly released his grip on Augustine’s balls, his touch lingering for just a second before retreating.
His hands found their way back to Augustine’s shoulders, fingers sliding up to entwine behind his neck, pulling him in just a little closer.
Their eyes locked—an unspoken challenge, a smoldering intensity crackling between them.
And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Charles began to grind against him once more, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, his breath hitching as he moved.
Each shift, each press of his body against Augustine’s, sent a surge of heat through the air.
Charles could feel the dick of Augustine’s beneath his, and he could tell that Augustine was hard as a rock.
Charles leaned forward, his breath ghosting across Augustine’s lips and ever so slowly, he drew his tongue out of his mouth, licking the lower lips of Augustine as if it were a delicate piece of candy as he continued to grind his hips.
Augustine remained immobile as he watched Charles arouse ever being inside his body.
As Charles continued to lick Augustine’s lower lip, he parted his mouth slightly, his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of Augustine.
With a slow, teasing bite, he tugged at Augustine’s lip, holding it between his teeth for a lingering second before finally releasing it, his breath warm against Augustine’s skin.
In an instant, Charles stopped rocking his hips as he became immobile, observing the expression of Augustine with a smile.
He seems cute.
Nevertheless, Charles slightly parted his lips before pressing them against Augustine’s, capturing his entire mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss.
His lips moved with deliberate pressure, sucking gently before he finally pulled away, just enough to let Augustine catch his breath.
Once more, Charles pressed his lips against Augustine’s, this time deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate hunger.
He teased Augustine’s tongue with his tongue, brushing against it, curling and twisting.
’Arrgh,’ Augustine moaned in between the kiss as he placed his right hand on Charles’s back while his left hand was wrapped around his waist of Charles.
As he lean his head backwards to take some fresh air, Charles began to slowly rock his hips once more, allowing his hard dick to caress that of Augustine.
His lips curved into a smile as he leaned his face closer to that of Augustine’s neck. "Don’t look away," Charles murmured, his voice taking on a hypnotic, seductive quality that made Augustine’s heart race. "I want your eyes on me and only me."
Augustine swallowed hard but he nodded his head and decided to do as he was instructed.
As slow as ever, Charles leaned away from Augustine’s neck as he firmly entwined his hands which were still wrapped around the neck of Augustine.
They both stare at each other in silence as Charles rocked Augustine’s hips while maintaining eye contact.
’Arrgh... fuck!’
Augustine bit his lower lips after letting out a moan escape his mouth. He clung the finger of his left hand into the shirt of Charles while leaning his head backwards, watching as how Charles ride him and give him the best dry hump of his life.
The dick of Augustine became more harder and it grew longer with each grind of Charles.
Charles could feel the throbbing pulse of Augustine’s dick pressing against his own, the friction between them sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Arggh... faster Pookie,"
As Charles increased his pace, Augustine gasped, his mouth falling open as a low moan rumbled in his throat.
His eyes rolled up a delirious smile curving his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure, his heart racing with every stroke.
"I... I’m about to cum," he mumbled, his breath ragged and unsteady.
A mischievous smile curled across Charles’s lips at the confession.
Without hesitation, he released Augustine’s neck, his fingers trailing down before settling over Augustine’s shorts.
His touch was firm yet teasing as he wrapped his hand around Augustine’s throbbing dick, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at the way Augustine shuddered beneath him.
In an instant, white liquid jolts out of Augustine’s dick and onto his boxer brief.