Page 41 of Drown Like Heaven
He tasted so good and felt so good andeverythingfelt so good; my head was floating and my heart was beating way too fast in my chest, like a bird trapped in a cage, wings beating furiously. I wanted his hands all over me, grabbing me, taking me, making me feelso fucking muchI couldn’t think straight.
He groaned when I started to grind on him and I felt the sound all the way down to my toes. One of his palms slid up my spine, anchoring at the base of my skull with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck.
“This fuckingmouth, Dakota,” he growled. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about. I’m gonna fuck that determined little pout right off you.”
If I’d been able to think, I might’ve felt shy because of what he was saying, but I couldn’t think at all. All that existed in my brain was need. A physical, raw, filthy need.
His erection was big and thick between my thighs, pushing at the fabric of his pants. I wedged my boots against a ridge on the rock to get leverage while I rode his lap and kissed him deeper. My nipples were hard against the cups of my bra, my body aching for more, for him. I felt soempty.
“You think about my mouth?”
“I do more than think, baby.”
He flicked his tongue against my top lip before biting the bottom one, one of his hands slipping under my sweater and up my stomach, over my ribs, to cup my breast over my bra. He palmed me, squeezed me, kneading my flesh with his fingers before switching to the other breast and pushing his thumb under the cup of my bra to brush over my hard nipple.
I moaned into his mouth, breathless.
Mason started pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, lightly tugging. I was so hot I felt like I might burst intoflames, but somehow his body was even hotter. His bottomless depth scent wrapped around us, infiltrating my nose and overwhelming my senses.
It was fitting because with Mason, I was always in over my head.
Way over my head.
The cliffs felt taller with him, the beach more expansive, the ocean deeper, the wind stronger, the clouds darker.
I scratched my nails along his scalp, pulling his hair a little, dragging my nails down the back of his neck. The muscles in his back and shoulders flexed as I greedily moved my hands over the bulk of them, feeling every perfectly carved inch of his body.
He broke off the kiss, instantly sealing his lips to my neck and sucking my skin into his mouth.
I moaned, arching my neck for him. His tongue was hot and wet, dragging along my throat, over my racing pulse. The strength of his hands grabbing my body was making me dizzy. I loved it and I feared it in equal measures.
My knife was still in my purse.The knife I cut him with.
He shoved me off his lap.
Mason widened his legs and shifted his hips, then he pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him, my knees on the dark sand and my hair gathered in his fist.
He helped me get his pants open and then tugged down the elastic waistband of his boxers.God, help me.
His dick was so goddamn perfect.
Big and hard and heavy and so fucking hot in my palm.
I bent forward, barely hesitating before flattening my tongue to the smooth head of his cock, licking off the bead of precum there. Then I swallowed him down as best as I could, sealing my lips around him while letting my saliva get everything slick. One of my hands wrapped around the base of his cock and I looked up at his face through my eyelashes.
I could see how much he liked it, the sight of me here on my knees before him.
Tears glassing over my irises, my lips shiny and swollen, my tongue licking all over his length, the raging ocean behind me.
Be rougher. Use me like you want to.
His gaze matched mine, the tension between us pulling taut in the air. I was begging him with my eyes, praying he could see my wicked desires in my dilated pupils. The things I’d never dared to want with anyone else.
Force me.
He held the back of my head and started guiding me up and down his cock until I was choking on it. He felt so good on my tongue, sliding into my throat like I was just a warm hole for him to fuck. My head bobbed over his length, my hand working with my mouth as everything got slicker.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”
