Page 46 of All Your Lies
This is the first time I’ve been this close to seeing him.
Slowly, I extend my hand toward the mask, but he shakes his head in refusal while gripping my hand.
My brows furrow. “Why can’t I see you?”
“What if you don’t like what you see?”
There’s no way I won’t like what I see.
“Let me be the judge of that.”
His head shakes once again, revealing the obvious conflict raging within his thoughts. The only things that catch my attention are his deep-blue eyes, which convey gentleness, contradicting his outward appearance.
“You can’t kiss me with the mask on,” I say with a shy smile.
I wait while he contemplates his next words. “Close your eyes.” The vulnerability is apparent in his voice.
I pause at his sudden change. “Why?”
“Because I said so,” he says gruffly.
“Fine,” I mutter, shutting my eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispers with his lips lingering just inches from mine.
“Remember,” he whispers as his lips brushing against mine, “this is what you wanted.”
His confusing words linger in my mind for a fleeting moment while I become entranced by his presence. My mouth opens first, and I relish the sensation of my tongue caressing his. I can feel the warmth of his touch as he wraps both hands around my back and lifts me, our bodies becoming one.
My fingers dig into his back, aching to pull him nearer as if the distance between us is unbearable.
He breaks the kiss and rests his head against mine. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that? So fucking crazy.”
His lips explore the side of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle sucking. A moan escapes my lips as I surrender to the sensations, tilting my head to the side to give him better access. Goose bumps replace the warmth of his lips.
“Please,” I whimper.
“What do you want?” he asks against my neck.
“Fuck me.” The words fall from my lips so easily for him.
I should care that I don’t know his name, I should care that I haven’t seen his face, but I don’t. I want this and I want him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He releases his arm wrapped around my waist, and with a sudden tug, he tears the delicate lace thong off from the back with a resounding rip before taking large strides with me still in his arms.
“No, in here. I don’t want to leave yet.”
“Okay,” he says as he leans us both against a tree.
I gaze upward, my smile widening as I take in the sight of the faux trees forming a dark canopy above us. I can’t believe I’m finally doing this. My heart races with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The sound of his belt buckle jingling fills the air as he tenderly explores my neck while bringing his cock to my entrance.
“Look at me, Alexa.”
