Chapter 88: Do you want me to give you a blowjob?
Charles huffed, rolling his eyes as he finally slipped into the car, but the warmth lingering where Augustine’s hand had been was impossible to ignore. "You are such a pervert." Charles spat, shaking his head sideways in disappointment as he watched Augustine chuckle slightly while making his way towards the entrance door of the restaurant building.
As Augustine stepped inside the building, he was no longer in Charles’s sight which prompted Charles to exhale loudly as he began to scan his surroundings.
He drummed his fingers lightly against his thigh, his amber eyes flickering over the dimly lit parking lot.
Leaning back against the seat, Charles let out another sigh, his gaze shifting toward the restaurant’s entrance. ’How long is he going to take?’ he wondered, rolling his head to the side.
Restless, he reached for his phone, only to remember that he didn’t bring his cell phone with him.
Exhaling!
As Charles sat in complete silence, he sniffed, his mind drifting back to the events of that morning at work.
The sharp sting of Mrs. Wales’s slap still lingered in his memory, the force of it catching him off guard.
Charles could still hear the tension in Mr. Wales’s voice as he tried to smooth things over, his apologies doing little to ease the humiliation Charles had felt.
Sigh!
Charles clenched his fists slightly, his nails pressing into his palm as frustration bubbled within him. ’Why did I have to put up with that?’ he wondered, his chest tightening at the thought.
He also recalls how he had collapsed to the ground while bleeding from his nose.
’I need to do some checkups on my health.’ Charles thought to himself as he nod in agreement.
He continued to reflect on himself when the driver’s door became open, prompting him to snap out of his thoughts, averting his gaze towards his side.
Augustine slid into the driver’s seat as he stretched his hands forward, giving Charles a takeout bag that contained food.
"Thanks," Charles mumbled, and as he opened the takeout bag, the sweet aroma of chicken noodle soup and Lobster Bisque instantly greeted his senses.
They were packaged in flasks.
"Did the restaurant now give custom-made flask?" Charles asked as he pulled out one of the flasks from the takeout bag.
Augustine scoffed while shaking his head sideways. "I already made provision for it while you were getting dressed in the bedroom," Augustine explained before turning on the car engine as he began to drive down the road.
Earlier, when Charles had gone to the bedroom to get dressed, Augustine had discreetly called the restaurant, requesting that they prepare the meal in a food flask instead of the usual takeout containers.
He didn’t want Charles eating cold food later.
When the restaurant initially hesitated, citing their policy, Augustine decided to triple the price of the flask if necessary.
With money on the table, they had no choice but to comply with his request.
As Charles opened the flask he had pulled from the takeout bag, his eyes widened in astonishment.
The rich aroma of the Lobster Bisque filled the car, its creamy surface still steaming.
He hadn’t expected Augustine to go the extra mile, and for a moment, he simply stared at the meal, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar warmth.
It had been a while since Charles had eaten Lobster Bisque, so without wasting much time, he immediately dug in.
Meanwhile, Augustine stole glances at Charles from the corner of his eye, watching his every reaction in silence.
When Charles finally ate to his fill, he let out a satisfied sigh, closed the flask, and carefully placed it back inside the takeout bag.
Stretching slightly, he leaned over to the passenger seat, setting the takeout bag down before sinking comfortably into his seat.
"Don’t you want to eat the chicken noodle soup?" Augustine asked curiously, his eyes still fixed on the road.
Charles immediately shook his head. "I’ve eaten to my fill," he explained before pausing briefly.
His voice softened as he added, "Also, when we get to the mansion, I want you to have it."
Augustine scoffed but didn’t say anything.
The car ride grew eerily silent as Augustine navigated a narrow road downtown, where only a few flickering streetlights cast dim pools of light.
The deeper they drove into the quiet, nearly deserted road, the more unease settled in Charles’s chest.
His fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of his seat as he turned his gaze toward the window, watching the darkened streets with growing apprehension.
The towering trees on either side of the road loomed over the car, their dense canopies casting elongated shadows under the faint glow of the streetlights.
It almost felt as if Augustine was leading him straight into a forest.
Charles’s throat tightened as an uneasy feeling crept up his spine.
’Should I ask the question that lingers in my mind, or should I feign ignorance?’ he wondered, forcing himself to swallow the lump forming in his throat.
And finally,
Augustine slowly began to pull over the car onto the side of the road.
Charles gasped, his initial worry melting into a soft smile as recognition dawned on him.
Augustine had pulled over just in front of a towering banyan tree—the very same spot where they had spent their first date.
"Nah! I am not dating Augustine, so that can never be a date." Charles inwardly corrected himself.
Or could it be?
With curiosity getting the bed of him, Charles found himself questioning Augustine. "Is this a date?" Charles probed, his voice laced with skepticism.
Augustine nodded without hesitation, his gaze shifting toward Charles, eyes steady and unwavering. "Yeah," he murmured, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"No... that can’t be!" Charles snapped with a firm voice. "Also, I don’t like you so I want you to accept reality." Charles added.
Augustine nod. "I’ll do as you have instructed, Pookie." Augustine whispered before winking his eyes.
"Charles," Augustine breathed, his voice husky and seductive. "Can you allow me to do dirty things to you? If I am being honest, I feel horny right now." Augustine boldly stated.
Charles gulped.
"Augustine I..." Charles mumbled and his words trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced away, unsure of how to respond.
Augustine leaned in slightly, his eyes dark with intent. "Come on, Pookie. Just a little something," he purred, his lips curving into a teasing smirk.
"What do you want to do?" Charles asked, pushing Augustine’s face back so he could sit properly.
Charles could tell from Augustine’s serious tone that he wasn’t joking. ’Besides, everyone gets horny, so I won’t mock him for that,’ Charles mused to himself.
"Would you mind sitting on my lap?" Augustine asked, his voice hushed and seductive. "I want you to feel my length against yours, but keep your clothes on for now."
Charles’ eyes widened, his jaw clenching as he desperately fought against the pull of his desire. "Augustine, I don’t think I can do that," he admitted, his voice trembling with a mix of arousal and uncertainty. "That’s...a bit too much for me right now."
Charles closed his eyes, the weight of his conflict weighing heavily on his chest.
He wanted to give in, to let himself sink into the temptation that Augustine represented, but fear and doubt held him back.
Augustine exhaled heavily, his breath a sigh of disappointment.
He reached down to press the side button of his seat, reclining it slightly.
Augustine paused, searching for the right words. "I know I shouldn’t push you to do something you’re not comfortable with," he began, his voice hesitant, "but...I need you to understand. You’ve awoken desires in me that I’ve never felt before. I need you to at least ease the sexual urge that you’ve caused."
Charles scoffed while rolling his eyes. "So you are blaming me for your sexual desire?"
Augustine shut his eyes, dragging a hand over his lips as he swallowed hard. "Your clothes are just so tempting," he admitted, his breath uneven.
His fingers twitched before curling into fists, a desperate attempt to steady himself.
Charles eyed the behaviour of Augustine before shifting his gaze to his thigh.
Once more, his boxer briefs and shirt had ridden up, leaving his fair thighs completely exposed.
’So he feels seduced right now?’ Charles wondered, a flush creeping up his cheeks.
"Hey, why are you blushing?" Augustine probed, his voice laced with curiosity as his gaze locked onto Charles.
The moment he noticed the deep red hue spreading across Charles’s cheeks, a teasing smirk played on his lips.
Charles immediately pressed his lips together, his mind racing for an answer.
After a brief pause, Charles exhaled softly, avoiding Augustine’s piercing gaze. "I’m not blushing," he muttered, shifting slightly in his seat. "It’s just... warm in here."
"H-huh?"
Charles swallowed hard, his breath hitching slightly as he reached for Augustine’s hands, guiding them to rest on either side of his neck.
His skin burned beneath Augustine’s touch, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling within him.
Tilting his head slightly, Charles locked eyes with Augustine, his voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" he asked, his lips parting slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer. "Or would you rather have me touch you?"
His long lashes fluttered, casting delicate shadows over his flushed cheeks as he awaited Augustine’s response.
Augustine smirked, rolling his tongue across his lips as his eyes darkened with pure, unfiltered desire.
"Why don’t you do both?" he murmured, his voice dipping into a low, seductive growl.
The way he looked at Charles—like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce—sent a rush of heat coursing through the air between them.
Author’s note:
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