Page 47 of With This Mask
I feel slightly terrified as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants. And he lowers himself, lowering my pants and my underwear as he goes. Once he’s on his knees, he pushes me back onto the couch. Keeping eye contact the entire time, he lifts my right leg, setting my heel on the edge of the couch, and then he does the same with my left. And I’m sitting here, completely bared to him.
“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect this pussy is?” he growls as his eyes slide to the center of me. He leans forward, pressing gentle kisses along my inner thighs, alternating between left and right, each one inching closer to where I ache for him most.
And finally, he slips a finger into my core.
"You're so wet for me, baby." His words are filthy yet somehow sweet, and I can't help but moan in response. He slips another finger in me, and the stretch is bliss. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you won't even remember your own fucking name."
A gasp escapes my throat as his lips suddenly press into my center. My body trembles as Alec's tongue makes contact with my clit, swirling around it with precision and skill. I moan, gripping the couch cushions tightly as my body reacts to the incredible sensations. The fact that he's doing this just for me – that he wants to make me feel amazing – makes it all the more intoxicating.
"Fuck, Alec, don't stop," I urge, my voice breathy and desperate. He chuckles against my heat, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He teases me with his tongue, dipping it inside me before returning to my clit, building a rhythm that has me writhing on the couch.
It’s as good as everyone says it is. Better. His mouth on me, down there, working me over with such vigor and tenderness. It’s wild. His tongue makes a wide, flat pass from back to front before his mouth locks around my clit and he gives a hard, pulling suck.
The curses and praises pour from me mindlessly.
Alec pumps those two fingers in and out of me, curling in just the right way to hit that spot deep within me. With his free hand, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and pulls me closer to the edge of the couch, dragging me like I weigh nothing.
The breath rips in and out of me. My fingers lace into my hair. My back arches off the couch.
"Let go, Salem," Alec coaxes, even as he spreads his fingers into a wide V shape, stretching me farther.
The combination of his skilled tongue and his fingers pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs, and I can't help but scream Alec's name as pleasure washes over me. Alec drags his tongue over my clit once more before locking his lips around it, sucking with a pulsing rhythm.
I’m panting, nearly sobbing by the time I come down from my climax. I can hardly see straight when I open my eyes to see stars on the ceiling.
"Fuck, that was amazing," I gasp as I try to catch my breath, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my climax.
Alec looks up at me from between my legs with a satisfied smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief and smug satisfaction. “You did fucking amazing,” he praises. And he climbs my body before pressing a hot kiss to my lips. I blush as I taste myself on his lips, and somehow that is so damn hot.
"Stay with me tonight," he says, his voice low and husky as he backs away, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. I don't even hesitate as I nod my agreement, the idea of leaving this place – and him – absolutely unthinkable right now.
"Let's make another video," he suggests, his eyes sparking with mirth. "I feel inspired, after what I just did to you."
My stomach does a little flip at the thought. I still feel nervous. I still feel self-conscious. But if I could let my boyfriend, someone I used to despite and throw harsh words with, put his face right front and center of my pussy, I can handle putting on a mask and posing in front of a camera. A wicked surge of excitement builds up inside me.
“Yeah,” I agree with a smile. “Let’s do it.”
We waste no time in getting set up. Alec retrieves our masks. He gets the lights positioned. He sets up the cameras.
"Ready?" he asks, his hand resting on my hip, fingers inching towards where I'm still sensitive from his earlier attentions.
"More than ready," I shoot back, feeling bolder than ever. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a heated kiss.
The camera rolls, capturing every moment as Alec and I move in time with his chosen music. His touch is light at first, drawling a perfectly straight line from my hip, up my side, up the underside of my arm. And then the beat drops, the lights switch, and we both lose our shirts, me in just a bra. Alec’s hand slides around my throat, his other pinning my wrists above my head, held against the wall. He leans in close, his mask brushing mine. Those blue eyes of his burn as he stares into mine.
As the camera continues to record, I realize just how much I've grown since meeting Alec. My confidence has blossomed, and I'm finally embracing my own desires without fear or shame. And I’m suddenly so damn thankful for that unexpected day in the library where I made that confession to Alec, about wanting to explore.
And I realize now that I won’t finish filling out that application my advisor gave me. If they don’t want me having a social media presence, it’s not the right place for me. Mariposa and Vice are important to me.
When we’re done with the shots, I lay on the couch in Alec’s office while he edits the footage. I love watching him work. He’s so focused. And I can tell just how much he loves it. The smirks on his face as he taps away. The spark in his eyes. He really is incredible at what he does.
“How is the testing going with your app?” I ask.
“It got another ten thousand downloads in the last week,” he says as his eyes flick over to me. “This next week looks like it’s going to double that.”
“Alec, that’s amazing,” I praise, shaking my head with a grin.
He nods with a smile. “And the money is starting to roll in as users get more familiar with the integration. If things keep going like they are…”