Sweeping Him Off His Feet Chapter 74: Cum all over my body

Slowly, Charles averted his gaze toward the door, his breath hitching the mont his eyes t Augustine’s.

There Augustine stood, completely still, a broad smile tugging at his lips, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

The amusent dancing in Augustine’s eyes made Charles’s stomach twist, his entire body flushing with embarrassnt.

Augustine’s white teeth were on full display, and his cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, a clear indication of his excitent over the scene that had unfolded right in front it him.

"What... what the hell are you doing here?" Charles questioned while stuttering as he properly sat down on the bed, pulling the blanket over to his chest to cover his entire body from the eyes of Augustine.

Scoffed!

Augustine scoffed, rolling his eyes at Charles’s absurd question. "This is my house, Pookie," he murmured, his voice laced with amusent and possession.

His footsteps were slow and deliberate as he stepped away from the door, his sharp gaze never leaving Charles. "I have every right to walk into my own mansion whenever I please," Augustine added, his tone carrying an unmistakable authority, yet there was sothing playful beneath it—a silent challenge, a lingering tease, as if he enjoyed catching Charles in such a vulnerable mont.

Augustine lips curved into a sly smirk as he closed the distance between himself and Charles.

"Umm... how long have you been here?" Charles probed, tightening his grip on the blanket as he swallowed hard while feeling embarrassed.

Charles hadn’t expected Augustine to walk in on him at such an intimate mont.

’What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ Charles questioned himself.

His entire body tensed, heat creeping up his neck as he struggled to process the fact that he had just been caught pleasuring himself—while thinking about Augustine Wales, no less.

anwhile, Augustine seed completely unfazed, as if the scene before him was nothing out of the ordinary.

He didn’t bother answering Charles’s flustered question.

Instead, with an air of quiet confidence, he took slow, asured steps forward, closing the distance between them, his piercing gaze locked onto Charles with undeniable intent.

As Augustine stood beside the bed, he looked down at Charles before letting a teasing scoff escaped his lips. "Do you like that much?" He probed his words a teasing glee that made Charles shut his eyes in complete embarrassnt.

’I wish the ground should just open and swallow whole.’ Charles inwardly mumbled to himself as he bit his upper lips.

Augustine who was intensely watching the behaviour of Charles couldn’t help but shake his head sideways while chuckling. "Cute," he purred with a seductive voice.

With a sly smirk curling his lips, Augustine leaned in, his breath warm against Charles’s ear. "You know, I never would’ve guessed you were such a master at self-pleasure," he teased, the suggestive lilt of his voice hinting at the deeper aning behind his words.

Charles swallowed hard, his body stiffening at the proximity.

He could feel the heat radiating from Augustine, his scent intoxicatingly close.

Charles heart pounded against his ribcage, torn between mortification and the undeniable thrill that Augustine’s presence always seed to stir within him.

Augustine lean away, his posture effortlessly confident as he took a step back, his hands still resting casually in his pockets. "I quite enjoy your moans," Augustine added and with that, he turned around and made his way towards the walk-in closet.

Charles slowly fluttered their eyelashes as he began to peek at his surroundings, wanting to make sure that Augustine had left.

After peeking through his lashes, Charles fully opened his eyes and let out a sharp exhale.

Frustration bubbled inside him as he raked a hand through his hair. "Why the hell did I forget to shut the damn door?" he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of rage and humiliation.

He used his right hand to slam his forehead a few tis before screaming. "Argh! What the heck!" Charles exclaid with grunted teeth.

The door of the walk-in closet opened after Charles scread, and Augustine walked out with a suit placed above his shoulder. "Don’t be too hard on yourself, Pookie," Augustine murmured, striding toward the door with an air of amusent. "You were horny, and you did what you had to do to quench your urge. No sha in that."

Augustine’s voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was an underlying warmth to it.

With that, he stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

Charles frowned, a scowl ford on his face as he arched his brows. ’What was that about?’ He mused an inner question to himself.

Charles had expected Augustine to tease him for a long ti but Augustine didn’t.

’Could it be that he’s mad at ?’ Charles probed, raising an eyebrow. ’Did I do sothing wrong?’

With a swift motion, Charles rolled out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his chest as he rushed outside the bedroom.

He hastened his steps and rushed over to the sitting room, his gaze locking onto Augustine, who was just about to pull the entrance door shut behind him.

Augustine was dressed in the suit which he had retrieved from his walk-in closet, making him looked effortlessly composed as his fingers rested lightly on the doorknob.

"Augustine!" Charles yelled, calling out the na of Augustine in an urgent tone.

He turned around, his hand still on the doorknob as he focused his gaze on Charles. "Pookie, is everything alright?"

Charles pouted his lips forward as he rushed over to Augustine. "Do I disgust you because of what you saw earlier?"

"H-huh?"

"Augustine Wales. Am I disgusting to you because of what you saw earlier?" Charles questioned, rephrasing his previous statent.

Augustine scoffed. "Why would you think that?"

Charles’ voice was vulnerable, his eyes pleading as he clutched the blanket tightly to his chest. "I know it’s wrong of to have done that in front of you," he began, his words tumbling out in a rush of sha and fear. "But I need you to know that it was the first ti I’ve ever done sothing like that.

Augustine arched a brow, amusent flickering in his eyes as he let out a low chuckle. "Pookie, you don’t have to justify anything to ," he mused, tilting his head slightly. "But if you truly don’t have any sexual feelings for ... then why was I the one on your mind while you were touching yourself?"

Charles’s grip on the blanket tightened, his cheeks burning with embarrassnt.

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words ca out.

Augustine smirked at his silence, taking a step closer. "You can lie to yourself all you want," he murmured, his voice teasing yet laced with sothing deeper, "but your body already told the truth."

"I really don’t have any sexual feelings towards you." Charles forced himself to explain.

Augustine nod. "Umm... okay." He mumbled, before proceeding to shut the door.

"Augustine. Won’t you tease or better still, laugh at ?" Charles mumbled, his phrase prompted Augustine to beco immobile.

Augustine let out a sigh before releasing the door handle and stepping back into the sitting room, closing the distance between himself and Charles.

"Pookie, do you want to tease you?" He questioned with a serious tone.

Charles shook his head sideways, staring at the floor. "I... I don’t want that."

Augustine scoffed, placing his hands on the shoulders of Charles. "So what do you want from , Pookie?"

Silence...

Charles beca silent for complete one minute before taking a step back, prompting Augustine’s hands on his shoulder to slide down.

"I just want to understand why you didn’t tease like you normally do," Charles pressed, his voice catching on the unspoken hurt that lay beneath his words. "It’s not that I miss the teasing, but it made feel like you were comfortable around . So, when you didn’t say anything..."

Charles paused for a while as he took in a long deep breath. "I need to know if I made you feel uncomfortable," he ventured, his voice quavering with uncertainty. "If I did, I’ll give you all the space you need. I just... I don’t want you to feel disgusted or angry."

"Hahahahah!"

Augustine erupted in a fit of laughter, the booming sound filling the sitting-room with warmth and humor.

"Ha, oh Charles, you’re so endearing when you’re like this!" he exclaid, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was tempted to tease you rcilessly, but I’m afraid I’ve got a business eting to attend to."

Charles sneered. "So, was it this so-called eting that brought you back to the mansion?"

Augustine nodded. "I forgot to grab my suit earlier," he explained. "And I thought it would be a good opportunity to remind you to be more punctual at work. Your colleagues have noticed that you tend to co in late."

Following Augustine’s explanation, he draws in a long deep breath.

"So you aren’t disgusted about what you saw earlier—"

"Disgusted?" Augustine purred, the word dripping from his tongue like honeyed poison. "Oh no, Pookie, you could never disgust ."

Augustine’s lips parted in a slow, seductive smirk, his eyes glinting with playful desire as he continued his phrase.

"Pookie, I could never be disgusted by that," Augustine murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.

He took a slow step closer, his smirk deepening as his dark eyes locked onto Charles. "If anything, I’m mad at myself for not reaching out, wrapping my lips around your dick, and making you fall apart beneath ."

"I should’ve had you gasping my na, cuming undone all over my body."