Page 24 of Catching Feels

“Amaz—” I force out but stop to bite the damn bed to stop from screaming when he pulls me back against him.

“Jesus, you’re hot.”

“Hot,” I whimper.

“So hot.”

I manage to mumble, “Uh-huh.”

His hand wraps around me, and he pulls my body up so my back is against his hard as hell chest. One of his hands immediately finds my clit—thank God—and the other cups one of my tits, fingers immediately finding my piercing. “So hot.”

“Mmm …” I moan as the immense pressure and discomfort between my legs eases, but only slightly. The pressure on my clit, though, and the way he’s playing with my tits, feels so fucking good.

“Lips,” he groans, and I turn to give them to him.

His mouth tastes like me and bubblegum. His lips feel like cushions or pillows—whichever is softest—and he’s good, so good at the kissing part, too.

He tears his lips from mine, sneering, “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.” His hand releases me. “Back down for me, all fours. We’re gonna come together.”

Highly unlikely, I think but obviously don’t say.

“Your tits, your mouth, that ass,” he says as he thrusts deeper, faster, harder, rolling his hips, gripping my ass, and …

“What are you?—”

“Wanna fuck your tits, and right here, too.” He presses his thumb more firmly against my asshole. “Not now, though. Your pussy is too good. So good.”

“We’re gonna come,” he sputters, and then his hand is between my legs, and he performs a miracle.

I come, too.

It’s a good thing I didn’t tell him it wasn’t possible because it would have made me a liar. I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

When he pulls out, I collapse on the bed, and he crawls in beside me.

“Ten minutes, and I’m good to go again.”

“May take fifteen before the aftershocks subside in my?—”

“That’s so hot.” He pulls me toward him. “Oddly, so is the mask.”

I can’t help but giggle.

“No judgment. To each their own,” he says, and I hear a smile in his sexy, postcoital voice.

“Good. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.”

“No way. We had a deal.” He sighs.

“Truth?”

“Always.”

“It’s to cover my face so I don’t scare you away,” I admit, because why not? Our one night is almost up.

“Calling bullshit. You’re stunning.”

“No bullshit. I was running late and showered after the show. Whatever soap the hotel supplies should be outlawed. It got in my eyes, and I couldn’t rinse it out fully.” I turn and face him, still not really able to see him, more due to the lighting now, but even so. “It was either cancel or wear the mask so you wouldn’t freak out seeing a woman who looked possessed or high, maybe both. Oh, and demonic, too. I couldn’t see to remove my makeup, so there’s that.”

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