Page 31 of The Masks We Burn

I dig my fingers into Will’s jaw, pressing my mouth harder against his, coercing a deep groan out of him. The sound vibrates through me, and I have to squeeze my thighs together, my core now throbbing too hard to ignore.

Fuck.

Slowly, I force my hands to fall, and my lips to break away before backing away. He lets me, his eyes peeling open to gaze into mine. We stay like this for a few seconds, staring at one another while an unasked question lingers between us.

But luckily, we both know better than to answer it, and in the next breath, we open the car doors and emerge into the chilly night air.

The walk down the path that leads to both of our units is strained with only the sounds of my hurried steps echoing around us. I break off for my door but as I turn to give William a quick glance, I nearly bump into his chest.

What the fuc—

“You frustrate me.” He lifts his foot, his knee grazing my leg, forcing me to take a step back.

My heart finds its new home in the base of my neck and begins thumping between my collarbones. Somehow, I keep my face annoyed, and put another foot of space between us, acting as though I don’t want to drown in his scent. “You say this like I give a fuck.”

His lips curve into a grin while mine pull tight. “And what do you give a fuck about?”

My hands find my hips. “Why titans lose their genitals when they are turned. Why I can never get my buttercream to turn into the perfect teal. Why people think betta fish can live happily in a bowl? I mean, the list is endless, really.”

“Do you ever shut up? Or hell, take anything seriously?”

This makes me cackle, the sound piercing the quiet breeze and breaking up the tension in seconds. “When someone’s head is between my thighs.”

Instead of rolling his eyes like I partially expected, they narrow, and he tilts his head as if to regard me. “Hmm. I guess I’ll have to remember that.”

Before I can give a retort, much less process his words, he adjusts the duffel bag around his shoulder and leans in so quickly, I jolt back. He huffs, the warm air from his nose curling around my ear, sending shivers down my arms. “Goodnight, ‘Mora.”

Then the heat leaves me in the time it takes to blink as he turns and strolls across the grass. I let my eyes linger on his back for a few moments longer before disappearing inside my apartment, my pulse still throbbing in my neck while I lean into my front door.

I try not to think about it, really, I don’t but my mind doesn’t listen when I close my eyes for half a second and imagine the feel of his lips. I swear it was as if they were made for me.

No. That’s too mushy. I shake my head, squeezing my eyes tighter as I find some way to ground my thoughts in reality.

They were soft… like memory foam—they fit whatever they need to.

Yeah. That’s it.

This kiss was one of many both him and I have had. Nothing special about it.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I push off the door and into my room. I don’t bother turning on the light after I shut my door, but instead strip from my dress and collapse onto bed.

My left hand moves of its own accord, finding the lip I have tucked between my teeth. No matter what I tell myself or what I force myself to think about him, I liked how it felt. I liked the way he made my body feel. Even I can admit it was hot as fuck, and has left me… needy.

Without another thought, I let my finger trail down my bare stomach as my eyes flutter back closed.

William’s jade green eyes bore into me, only instead of being beside me in the front of my car, he’s peering at me from under my navel. My breathing picks up, my chest now heaving as I imagine that delicious grin of his vanishing and his tongue wasting no time prying me open.

My fingers slip through my slick folds and find my oversensitive clit, all the while I envision his strong hands gripping my hips.

Starting with small circles, I press down hard as I chase the high I’ve been teased with all night. From the chiseled muscles that cover his entire body, to the way he fought and moved with such dominating ease. Everything about him embodies a man that I would gladly break my one-time-only rule for, and my hand moves faster.

I shake my head, the tingle in my center growing stronger as I fight back the tempting thoughts. Of what it would be like tofeelhim.

My imaginary William picks up pace, lapping at my pussy while he groans against my throbbing clit, the vibration sending my nerves into a frenzy.

Shit.

The orgasm comes hard, swallowing me whole in a wave that moves too fast, leaving me wishing I had ridden it longer.

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