Page 63 of Drown Like Heaven
I squeezed my eyes shut, my thoughts conflicted.You are fucking evil.
“Words, Dakota.”
“Just do it,” I cried, wanting to sink into the bed. How did he always do this to me?
“Do what?” Mason leaned forward a tiny bit, the tip of his tongue only a fraction of an inch away from my clit. “Be morespecific.” He flicked it once, just the whisper of a touch, and I broke.
“Eat me out. Please.Mason.”
“Are you begging? Want to make sure this is fully consensual.”
I despise everything about myself when I’m with you.“Yes! I’m begging!”
And then his mouth was on my pussy, eating me ravenously, like he wasstarving. Like he’d die without it.
I was about to come after three goddamn seconds.
Mason wedged two fingers inside of me, sucking on my clit, his tongue so hot and wet and skilled andperfect, working me up until I was panting and gripping his hair, grinding on his gorgeous face. I couldn’t stop myself from tilting my hips up towards his wicked mouth; I was helpless.
He raised his palm to slap my tits a few more times, each impact sending a tiny bolt of electricity zipping down my spine. Moans poured from my lips unrestrained, spiraling around my bedroom,mockingme as I played with my own nipples and ground against Mason’s slick mouth.
He’d broken into my home, basically assaulted me, then had me begging for him by the end.
How am I ever supposed to fight back when he’s like this?
What will happen when he knows about my true worst thoughts?
Thinking about it made me as terrified as it made me wet. Orgasm built hot and fast in my veins, pulling low in my belly, barreling into me like a train. Pleasure stole every sense, sprawling through my body, unfurling into every inch of me. Warming my chest, tightening my thighs, hardening my breaths. Mason kept licking and kissing me until I was pulling him off, overstimulated.
“Why would you do that?” I choked out, sitting up and scooting away from him.
He looked at me like he was confused by my question, like it somehow didn’t make sense to him. “Make you come?”
“No. Make me confused like that.”
“You didn’t sound confused to me.”
I crossed my arms. “Why are you here, Mason? And if you’re expecting me to return any favors, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“I wasn’t expecting that. I was here to ask if you had a bathing suit.”
My jaw dropped open. “And that was, what, the introduction to your question?
“I missed you. Do you have a bathing suit?”
The way my heart fluttered at those words made me sick. They affected me as badly the second time as they had the first time.I missed you.It was so simple, and still, I needed to hear it.
“Why?” I questioned, eyes narrowing.
“So we can go to the beach and get in the ocean.” He gestured to himself and that was when I noticed he was wearing swim trunks. His cock was pushing obscenely at the fabric, still hard. He bent down to ran his fingertips along the edge of my face, tucking back a wispy lock of hair. “I promise I won’t push you under.”
I don’t believe you.
Instead of answering him, I climbed off my bed to my dresser. “Get my purse,” I said over my shoulder as I dug out my single black bikini.
Mason grabbed my bag off my nightstand as I put the bathing suit on, tying the strings behind my neck. It was a simple suit, a little skimpy but not ridiculous. I threw on an oversized zip-up hoodie, then tugged on my shorts and slid on my cheap dollar-store flip flops.
“Perfect. Adorable. Sexy,” Mason said, staring at me with a grin on his face.
