Page 68 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
“I need to feel your cock inside me,” I moan into his open mouth, having no shame in my state of desperation.
“I knew your pussy would get needy for me,” he growls, hoisting me on top of the counter. “It’s all fucking mine.”
“Oh god, it is.” I claw at his belt buckle. I’m throbbing, wet, and starting to get delirious. Powerful euphoria is tucked inside his pants. My pussy begs for his dick, and I can’t even think about anything else except for the sensation of every bump and groove of it.
“Maybe we just do this one more time and then that’s it,” he breathes out, his hands pawing at my shirt.
“I’m sure it will be out of our system soon,” I agree, pinching the hem of my shirt to help him slide it over my head.
Chapter Twenty
Carter
Lina’s playlist is streaming low on her Alexa device in the corner of the room. She tightly snuggles under my arm, resting her cheek against the skin on my chest. Her blonde hair fans out across me and the pillow, with a few loose pieces under my nose. It smells like coconut shampoo, which might be the best scent in the world.
Suddenly, she pops her head up. “This is my death song.”
Wait.What?
“Your what?” I ask, grazing her bare shoulder with the back of my knuckles.
With a more serious expression, she repeats herself. “My death song. You know the number one song that has to be played at your funeral?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I’m curious because I’m not sure if this is a joke or not. “‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey is yourdeath song?”
She nods her head, her lips set in a hard line. “Yeah, this is my favorite song of all time.”
“This song?” I point in the direction of the music.
“Yes.”
I rest my arm on the back of her headboard. “Out of all thesongs in the world, how’s it even possible to pick a favorite one?”
“I have favorite songs from different genres and decades, but your death song is one that stands the test of time.” She lays her head back down. “One that awakens you. It stokes a fire in your soul and elicits every feeling and every emotion you’ve ever had and will ever have all at once.”
She’s perfect.
“And this is that song for you?” I clarify once again, a little more serious this time, now that I know this is something real for her.
Lina smiles sweetly, tipping her head to look up at me from upside down. “Yes.”
For the rest of the over four-minute song, she traces the outline of my compass tattoo, taking care to touch each cardinal direction. Is it possible to stop time where it is? I’ve never been entirely content in a moment. I’ve always been antsy, constantly on the move, and seeking a new adventure. And on the rare occasions I haven’t been, I get restless, feeling weighted down.
Lina makes me feel grounded. She makes me believe it’s okay to slow down, to stop—and to breathe. I’ve never experienced that feeling before. Even the mere thought of being tied down to a single person or place has made my skin crawl in a claustrophobic way.
My chest relaxes. It feels hollow and airy. My limbs melt into her mattress as if I’m subconsciously molding myself permanently into her space.
We both jump as Lina’s phone rings on the nightstand next to us. She lifts on one arm, reaching over me. Her creamy tit falls right in front of my face, and I can’t help myself but suck it intomy mouth.
“Carter.” She giggles. “If we’re going to be friends, we can’t keep sleeping together. That had to be the last time.”
Sucking harder, I create a suction and lightly flick her nipple with my tongue. “But you taste so good.”
Lina slinks back into my arms, letting her phone continue to ring. “I should get it. It could be my sister.”
I release, making a loud popping sound as her tit drops from my mouth and bounces in front of me. It’s teasing me. “Okay. I know.”
“Hey, Zoe.”
