Page 76 of Beneath the Surface

His body moves upward quickly, eyes peering into mine, his breath skating off my lips and penetrating every pore. “You remember your safe word?” His fingers smooth the wet strands of hair away from my face.

I nod again.

“If it’s too hard for you, if it’s too much... use it. But stay with me, Lily. Justtry.” He brings my hand to his chest, his fingers weaving through mine as he places them over his heart. “It’s you and me, little bird.”

And then he moves back down, his breath hot as it blows over the fabric of my panties, his tongue teasing along the lips of my pussy. He presses a kiss right where I want him most, the sensitive bundle of nerves swelling underneath his touch.

His mouth skims back and forth, torturing me with the light pressure, driving my brain into a frenzy until I feel like I’ll implode from the tension. “Alex,please, just...”

He glances at me, his eyes flaring as he dips his fingers underneath the fabric and pulls harshly.

I stutter out a moan, the sides of my hips rubbed raw from where the fabric ripped. “Always ruining my underwear,” I gasp.

He smirks. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

And then he dives in, his tongue sliding between my folds and curling inside of me, his finger pressing down in a circular motion on my clit.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

He groans when my hands reach down, tugging on his short strands, pushing him farther into me, waiting for... I don’t know what. My mind feels almost feral, consumed by molten lava that’s slowly carving its way through my insides, my body the volcano waiting to erupt.

For the first time, my brain isn’t dying to escape, too high in the clouds for me to focus on anything other than the way he’s making me feel.

He loves me.

And I can feel it with every swipe of his tongue. Every imprint of his fingers as they bruise my fragile skin.

I’m not an optimist. There’s no healing for me. Most days it hurts to breathe, and most nights the sleep never comes. But maybe tonight I’ll be granted some relief.

A respite from the traumas that have shaped my entire life.

Maybe tonight, Alex can be my drug.

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Mason

She’s fucking beautiful like this; spread out before me, soaked from the rain and her arousal. My eyes glance up every few moments, making sure her gaze is glossy from howI’mmaking her feel, not from her disappearing somewhere I can’t reach.

I suck her clit into my mouth, my cock jerking when I feel it pulse against my tongue.

Her legs tremble from where they’re wrapped around my shoulders, small moans coming from her perfect mouth as she thrashes against the carpet. My teeth bite down slightly, and the scrape is all she needs, her body shaking violently as she moans through her release.

I suck up her pleasure, reveling in her taste until I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get inside her. The wet material of my jeans sticks to my skin as I rip off my pants, sliding up her body so my mouth can tangle with hers.

“Do you like the way you taste on me, baby?” I whisper into her mouth.

She moans, her lips pressing harder against mine.

My cock throbs against the heat of her pussy, precum dripping from my hardened shaft and mixing with her wetness. I thrust my hips, sliding the length of me against her, watching her eyes roll back when I hit her overly sensitive clit. Pleasure races up my spine at the friction.

My hands grab hers, pulling them until they’re suspended above her head, her wrists gripped tightly in my hold. She leans into our kiss, her back arching, teeth biting into my lower lip until blood floods my mouth.

She mewls, and my cock slips down, splitting apart her pussy lips and gliding inside of her.

Goddamn.

I push in farther, burying myself to the hilt at the same time my eyes lock onto hers, emotion swirling through her gaze. The sight makes my heart skip and my hips jerk out of rhythm. Her walls flutter around me, massaging my shaft on every stroke, and my abs tense up, knowing I could come immediately from how amazing she is. From howpersonalthis feels.

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