Page 20 of With This Mask
A wicked smile pulls on my lips when my eyes find the window Alec was standing in front of in his video. “I liked your post,” I admit, my words coming out breathy as his lips make their way across my throat.
“Good,” he says without breaking contact. “Now, be a good girl, and tell me what you want.”
I swallow hard, feeling both vulnerable and emboldened. I thought about this on my way over, knowing he would request, and I needed an answer. "I... I want to be naked," I admit, my cheeks heating at the confession. My body has always been a source of insecurity for me, but there's something about Alec's presence that makes me feel braver than ever before. “I’ve… I’ve never felt particularly comfortable being naked in front of anybody.”
"Really?" He pulls back slightly, surprise etched on his irritatingly handsome face. "Salem, you have no reason to be self-conscious. Your body is fucking perfect."
My heart skips a beat at his words, but I can't help but roll my eyes. "Sure, coming from the guy who looks like a Greek god."
Alec grins, his fingers tracing patterns along my jawline. "I mean it. Let me show you just how perfect I think you are."
His lips claim mine. Hot. Demanding. Guiding. With every touch, with every kiss, I start to feel my anxiety melting away as I surrender. His hands roam over my clothed body, each touch sending sparks through my veins. Our banter and rivalry seem to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming desire that neither of us can deny.
Outside, the moon climbs into the sky before it creeps through the blinds, casting a soft glow on Alec's face as he begins to undress me. His large, warm hands start at the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head. My heart races, the mix of anticipation and vulnerability blending into a heady cocktail.
"Your skin is so soft," Alec murmurs, his fingers trailing over my exposed stomach. "Like silk." He bends down, pressing a gentle kiss just above my navel, sending shivers down my spine.
"Really?" I can't help but let out a small, breathless laugh. "You're comparing me to fabric now?"
"Only the finest kind," he replies with a smirk, his gaze locked onto mine. He unhooks my bra next, sliding the straps down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air brushes against my bare skin, but Alec's touch is like fire, igniting every nerve ending.
"Your tits are damn perfect," he whispers, cupping them in his hands. His thumbs circle my nipples, teasing them until they harden beneath his touch. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my body responding eagerly to his praise.
"Fuck, Alec," I gasp, my legs trembling as he continues downwards. He unzips my jeans with agonizing slowness, peeling them off my legs along with my panties. They drop to my ankles and I step out of them.
Now fully naked, I stand before him, and my heart is absolutely racing.
I’ve never just stood before someone completely bare. It’s terrifying and empowering at the same time.
"Look at you," Alec breathes, his eyes roaming over my vulnerable form. "So fucking beautiful."
“Shit,” I breathe, my voice barely audible as my eyes graze down the length of him. I can see the silhouette of his hardness through his own jeans and my mouth goes dry. "I want you inside me."
"Patience, Salem," he admonishes gently, guiding me towards the kitchen island. He lifts me up onto the cool surface, spreading my legs wide. And my face goes hot red as I sit here, fully on display. But I see no hesitance in those blue eyes of his. Only hot desire. "You know we have to wait a few days. We can't rush this. Besides, I want you to see yourself as I make you come."
I’m trembling and there’s an argument going on in my head. I want to cover up. To hide. To at least turn the damn light off. But that’s not the point of us doing what we’re doing. I wanted to explore these desires of mine, and embrace the fact that I have desires. And Alec seems damn determined to help me get there.
As his fingers trace patterns on my inner thighs, my mind races with anticipation. I watch him intently, trying to memorize every detail of this moment – the way his blond hair falls into his eyes, the way his muscles flex as he moves, and most importantly, the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.
Alec reaches for something behind me, and I can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation race down my spine. He presents me with a beautifully wrapped gift box, the silver paper sparkling under the kitchen lights.
"Open it," he instructs, his voice dark and commanding.
I unwrap the box carefully, curious what the golden boy of Westcroft University has gotten me. When I open the lid, my cheeks heat with a deep blush. Nestled among soft black velvet is a luxurious glass dildo, its elegant curves demanding attention.
"Um, Alec... what's this for?" I stammer, unable to tear my eyes away from the intimate gift.
He smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Consider it a present for home practice in our pursuits."
"Home practice?" I echo, lifting an eyebrow skeptically.
"Trust me, you'll enjoy it." He takes the dildo from the box, holding it up between us. "Now watch closely, Salem."
My heart races as Alec positions the glass toy at my entrance, teasing me with the smooth, cool surface. It feels foreign yet thrilling, a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers from before. As he begins to insert it, I force myself to keep my eyes open, determined to follow his instructions.
"Good girl," he praises, noting my compliance.
My legs are trembling as Alec continues to work the glass dildo in and out of me, his movements becoming faster and more intense with each passing second. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, but it's getting increasingly difficult as waves of pleasure consume me.