Page 42 of Drown Like Heaven
I could tell he was getting closer by the way his breathing got harsher, the way his fingers knotted more tightly in my hair. It made me wet.
Mason reached down to pinch my nose, cutting off all my air, and my eyes rolled back.He’s about to come in my fucking mouth.He used his grip on my hair to hold me down, pushing himself deeper into my throat, making me gag. Saliva was dripping from the corner of my mouth, my nails digging into his thighs, tears sliding down my flushed cheeks.
With one final pump into my mouth, hot cum pulsed out of him onto my tongue.
My nose was still pinched shut and my mouth stretched around him while I swallowed everything he gave me.
When he finally finished, he released me and I sat up, knowing my face was a mess.
“So messy. So perfect,” he murmured. He cupped my face with both hands, sweeping his thumbs over my cheeks to catch my tears.
Then he tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, motioning for me to come with him. My pussy was still goddamn throbbing, aching for something. But I obeyed him.
He turned around and bent his legs a little, then I jumped up on his back, his hands grabbing under my thighs to hold me up. Then he started to walk us back up the beach, up the rocks that lead up to the parking lot, my heavy boots swinging with each step.
I rested my face on his shoulder, staring at the view of the ocean until it disappeared past the cliffs.
When we got to the car, Mason laid me flat on my back in the backseat, leaving the door open while he stood outside and blocked the view of anyone who might show up—not that anyone would show up. This place was totally deserted. And the angle of the road made it so people traveling wouldn’t be able to see what we were doing very well.
Mason popped the button open on my jeans and pulled down the zipper before telling me to lift my hips. He tugged my jeans and underwear down my thighs, then pushed up my sweater and bra so I was exposed for him.
Then he bent forward and kissed me so hard it made my head spin.
“Did you think I’d be selfish?” he questioned.
“Maybe.”
“Not today.”
One of his hands went between my legs and the other covered my breast. He shoved a finger inside of me, using his thumb to rub my clit while he played with my nipples. I was squirming on the seat, arching into him, whimpering and moaning as he made a mess of me.
“I’m too greedy not to see you like this every chance I get,” Mason said. “All needy and pliant and soft for me.”
He pinched my nipple and wedged another finger into my pussy, changing the angle of his hand so I could grind on his palm.
And I did.
I fuckingdid.
I planted my boots on the edge of the seat and bucked my hips, riding his hand as best as I could, swearing under my breath.
My hands went to his hair as he leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip. I tossed my head back, my eyes squeezed shut, my core tightening.
Mason dragged his mouth all over my chest, sucking my tits and leaving dark hickeys across my skin. He was breathing heavily now, too. I wondered if he was hard again.
A light layer of sweat broke out along my back, slick on the leather seat, and dampened my hairline. I kept rolling my hips, Mason’s fingers curling deep inside of me, stroking the spot I felt in my stomach. My clit was so swollen and the pressure of his palm was so good.
I dug my teeth into my lower lip as Mason licked up my breast, closing his mouth over my nipple, kissing and licking and sucking on me. His tongue felt like heaven. Torturous, sinful, perfect heaven.
I was breathing hard, my pussy squeezing his fingers, my chest rising and falling fast.
I was about to come so hard.
Everything tightened in my body, the pleasure burning hotter and hotter low in my belly. I could hardly breathe as I neared the edge. It was like I was suspended in time, stuck in this moment of never-ending pleasure. Everything shrank to a single point, to that incredible feeling.
And then it exploded.
My orgasm flowed over my body in waves, enveloping me, washing over me again and again. I might’ve been saying Mason’s name, but I couldn’t be sure.
