Page 60 of With This Mask
"More than I thought possible," I admit, the truth slipping out before I can think better of it.
“Then what’s with the Grand Canyon furrowing between your brows?” he points out, pressing his finger between them as if to smooth the worry away.
“Alec, are you really cutting yourself off from your dad?” I ask, voicing what’s on my mind.
“Yes,” he says, no doubt in his tone. “Why?”
I press my cheek against his bicep, his whole arm under my head. “I just feel responsible for your whole world turning completely upside down. You’re… you’re definitely used to a certain lifestyle, and I just…”
“Are you afraid I’m going to be poor now, Salem?” he asks with a mischievous smirk. “Afraid there will be no more expensive dresses and fancy car rides?”
My worried look instantly transforms into a glare. “You know that’s not what I was worried about.”
He cups the side of my face. “I know. I couldn’t resist. But genuinely, Salem, you don’t need to worry about my finances. With the launch of the company, things are going good. Like, really good. I can support myself now, no worries. And you, if you’d let me.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I growl.
“I know,” he says as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead. “And I love you all the more for it.”
My heart swells in my chest. Damn. Alec Vanderholt told me he loves me last night. And I said those words back. And meant them with every damn bit of my soul.
As my eyes lock with his gorgeous blue ones, I feel everything. Every hard moment. Ever sour word slung. Every stolen glance. Every delicious surprise along the way.
It’s been everything.
I surge forward, lacing my fingers back through his hair as I take his lips. As I breathe this complicated man in. As I reassure myself that he is mine.
Alec’s hands come to my waist as I swing one leg over his middle. We didn’t bother putting clothes back on when we were done last night. Sleeping naked next to the man that I love is now possibly my favorite thing. But this morning, I find him hard as I straddle him. His eyes darken with desire and intensity as I square him up, and slowly, I sink onto him, his cock filling me completely.
A sigh leaves my lips as I tip my head back, already sighing with ecstasy. Alec’s hands cup my waist, and gently, he guides me up and down, setting me at a steady rhythm. My fingers lace into my hair and my eyes slide closed.
“Fuck, you’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, Salem,” Alec worships as he sits forward. His mouth takes my nipple, first with his teeth and then with his tongue. He hugs me harder to him, driving himself deeper inside of me.
“More,” I beg him, feeling the surge beginning to gather. It doesn’t take much. I’m pretty sure this man could just look at me when I’m naked and I’d come for him.
And he gives it to me. He gives me every damn thing I need.
"Can we... make another video?" The question slips out before I can stop it, and I'm suddenly shy, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. But it's out there now, hanging between us like a dare. We’ve had a quiet morning since it’s Saturday. Making love all morning. Then Alec packed me up and hauled me to his apartment so he could make me brunch. And now that I’m happy and full, my tongue has freed up.
"Fuck yes." The smirk that takes over his expression is intoxicating. He leans over the counter he’s just finished cleaning and kisses my mouth. “I can’t tell you how much I love that you love filming with me.”
“If you would have told me a year ago that I’d end up with a full-blown mask kink, I would have told you you were insane.”
“Unless you want to be bent over this counter right now, and taken for round four, no more mention of the word kink,” Alec warns, arching a brow as he walks toward his office.
I bite my lower lip as I watch him go, and wonder if I’d enjoy a little light spanking while he bent me over the kitchen counter.
It always impresses me, the creativity Alec possesses with his videos. He’s creative director, camera man, lighting crew, and editor. He poses me in nothing but a t-shirt of his and my butterfly mask before a window. He sets up the lights, and takes the footage of him making his way toward me in flashes of dramatic color. He loses a bit of clothing with each flash. Until finally for the last one, when he’s right behind me, he’s only wearing his jeans.
With that mask, he changes the camera angle so it’s beside us. And my eyes flutter closed, my head tilting back, as he runs his black smudged hand up my throat. And then the music drops, and the lights cut.
Alec ends the recording, but I breathe hard as I watch him. I take a step forward, taking the camera from his hands. “Leave the mask on,” I instruct. And I back him up across his office, unbuckling his pants as we go. I shove them down his thighs just before I back him right into his office chair.
“As you wish, Dora,” he growls, something low and rumbling in his chest, and I feel every vibration as I run my hand up his smooth, perfect chest.
I hike the t-shirt up a bit as I somehow make room for myself to straddle him in the chair. His breath hitches just slightly as I sink down onto him. I smile beneath my mask, staring into those glimmering blue eyes surrounded by all that black paint. He looked so damn hot as he painted his face before donning the mask. I don’t know how to define it, why it turned me on. Maybe because he looked dangerous. Maybe because I knew what was coming. Whatever the psychological reason, I fucking loved—love, it. And when he put on that skull mask…
I ride my boyfriend. I fuck him. And I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I want you to spank me.”