Chapter 37: I’m the luckiest man alive.
Charles slowly opened his eyes, lowering his gaze towards where Augustine had placed his right hand.
Augustine’s hand remained wrapped around Charles’s dick, even through the fabric of his boxer briefs. The longer Charles stared at Augustine’s hand, the more he noticed the growing dampness-his briefs darkening from the thick liquid seeping out of him.
Charles was shocked by the suddenness of his orgasm, having barely begun their encounter with Augustine. ’How did I cum so quickly?’ he thought, perplexed by the strength of his own desire.
He silently criticise himself, wondering if he’d lost control too soon.
A deep blush of embarrassment spread across Charles’s cheeks as he fluttered his eyelashes, his body growing unbearably warm.
Biting his lower lip, he averted his gaze from his damp boxer briefs and looked up at Augustine."This... this is a bit weird for me." He honestly stated as his voice was barely above a whisper.
Augustine’s lips quirked into a smirk, acknowledging Charles’s unspoken reaction. "When you bite your lips, you drive me wild," he purred, his voice lowering to a husky timbre.
Leaning in closer, he drew in a deep breath, willing himself to maintain control.
Charles chuckled, biting onto his lips even more as he kept fluttering his eyelashes.
"D-Don’t," Augustine whispered, his voice quivering with restraint.
Relinquishing his grasp on Charles’s buttocks, he moved his hand to Charles’s neck, the tips of his fingers pressing lightly against the delicate skin. "Do you want me to stop or keep going?" he asked, a hint of desperation coloring his tone.
Deep down, he was wishing that Charles would say he should continue, but to his greatest surprise, Charles shook his head sideways, as he stopped biting onto his lower lips.
"I think it’s best if we stop," Charles whispered, his voice shaky as heat pooled between his legs. He felt weak, his body betraying him. "I need to take my bath... and besides, someone could walk in at any moment," he added, his gaze flickering toward the door.
From his voice alone, it was evident how nervous he was about the situation he found himself in.
"Pfft!" Augustine breathed out, letting go of Charles’s dick which he held with his right hand.
His hand joined the other at Charles’s neck, his touch now more possessive than playful. "Guess you’re right," he muttered, a rueful grin tugging at his lips.
Both of Augustine’s hands rested on either side of Charles’s neck. He gave a gentle squeeze before pressing a lingering kiss onto Charles’s forehead.
"I know that this is your first time having sexual contact with a guy, but I can assure you that you are going to like the experience," Augustine purred and his words were a silent means of pleading with Charles to continue.
’Exhaling!’
Charles exhaled and he gulped down a mouthful of saliva. "I... I haven’t been with anyone, not a girl or a guy," he stammered, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "This is all new to me." His words hung in the air, his vulnerability laid bare.
Augustine’s eyes widened in disbelief. "So, you’re a...virgin?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and excitement. "I can’t believe it." His lips curved into a wolfish grin, the thrill of Charles’s innocence sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
Charles nodded, once again biting his lower lip. "Is it bad... to be a virgin?"
"No, no," Augustine assured him, a charming grin spreading across his features. "I’m just surprised no woman has wanted to fuck you. You’re handsome, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous...absolutely alluring. I mean, look at you. How could anyone resist?" His voice was smooth, wrapped around a seductive purr.
"Hahahah!" Charles laughed out loud, slightly hitting his hand on Augustine’s shoulder. "Stop teasing me, okay." He mumbled in between fists of laughter.
Augustine exhaled softly, removing his hands from Charles’s neck and placing them on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
Charles shook his head sideways, in response to Augustine’s question. "I’ve been saving my first kiss for someone special," he explained, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "The person I think I could spend my life with." His words resonated with sincerity, revealing the depth of his romantic ideals.
"So does that mean you want to spend the rest of your life with me-"
Before Augustine could complete his statement, Charles immediately chipped in. "Nope." Charles replied with a note of resignation. "I decided that life is short, and I don’t want to die without experiencing things. So, instead of waiting for the one, I’d rather have experiences." His voice was wistful, almost mournful, betraying a hint of sadness behind his decision.
Although, the word ’Dying’ seemed a bit too serious Augustine decided to shrug it off. "Well, if you hadn’t told me you were a virgin, I never would have known," Augustine said boldly, flashing Charles a playful wink. "You kiss like a pro," he added, his voice dripping with a sultry admiration. "Maybe you’re a natural."
He leaned into Charles’s ear, his breath warm against his skin, and ever so slowly, he whispered soft words to Charles. "I think I’m the luckiest man alive," he whispered, his voice a throaty murmur. "To be your first."
With a mischievous grin, he grazed Charles’s earlobe with his teeth, the tantalizing sensation sending a shiver through Charles body.
But then, a knock was suddenly heard coming out from the entrance door of the VIP room.
Stunned....