Page 61 of With This Mask
He growls at that, even as a smile curls on those black painted lips. “Wish granted, my bad little girl.”
The impact of his hand against my bare ass isn’t painful. But the impact sensation? A gasp rips from my lips, followed by a delighted chuckle.
Alec spanks my other ass cheek, and he gets the same exact reaction.
Fuck. The freedom to be able to ask for exactly what I want, and the enthusiasm and praise he gives me? It’s everything. It’s everything I dreamed about since I was old enough to fantasize. I was so bottled up and suppressed for so many years. I never thought I could get to this place. Where I could ask for everything I’d ever imagined. Where it would be given to me with such eagerness, and never a condescending remark or a spiteful tease.
Only with Alec. It’s all thanks to this man.
I fold in on him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my lips falling to the slope of his neck. He thrusts inside me with astonishing speed and force.
“I fucking love you,” I pant against his flesh.
“And I fucking love you,” he growls. Suddenly, his hand works its way between our bodies, and his thumb finds its way to my clit. He rubs firm circles into it, never slowing his pistoning in and out of me.
And a cry breaks free from my chest as he instantly chases me over the edge. I shatter, my breath sharp and ragged and wild. And holy shit, it’s real. Liquid gushes from me as I fucking squirt as I come.
Alec’s roar of pleasure fills the room as his arms tighten around me, shuttering into me one last time.
My breath is ragged as I pant into Alec’s neck. My entire body is shaking. I feel completely spent, not a one of my muscles wanting to move.
“Fucking perfect,” Alec mutters.
Twenty minutes later, after we’ve showered and are wearing a few layers of clothes, I lie on Alec’s couch while I watch his fingers fly over the keyboard of his laptop like he's playing a damn piano. With each click and drag, the raw footage we created becomes art—our secret symphony. His eyes are laser-focused, the slight furrow in his brow proof of his dedication. It's magnetic, how he pours himself into this, into us. I can't help but admire him—the boy who hides behind a mask for the world but lays himself bare for me.
"Done," he announces with a smirk. He spins the computer around, and I blush as I watch what we just created. It’s perfect. Titillating, tempting. It’s beautiful and classy, while being such a damn tease I’m tempted to go find that glass dildo Alec gifted me for home practice. But I’ve got something so much better readily available.
“It’s perfect,” I praise him. “Post it.”
He hits upload, and switches out his laptop for his phone as he joins me on the couch. Within sixty seconds, the likes and then the comments begin flooding in like a relentless tide. Our masked escapades, a viral sensation. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once.
"Fuck, they love you," he says, pride lacing his voice.
“Not all of them,” I point out as the first of the jealous and cruel comments start coming in.
“Those ones don’t matter,” he says, clicking his phone off and setting it aside. “Your account with zero posts and three-hundred-thousand followers says they don’t.”
I give him a look, but a soft smile takes it over.
“So,” Alec says as he brushes a thumb over my cheek. “My dad is getting released from the hospital tomorrow morning.”
“Oh,” I say stupidly, my brows rising.
He just nods. “Which means I probably have to figure some things out between now and then.”
“What do you mean?” I question, adjusting my position so I can look at him.
“Meaning, my dad owns this apartment,” he says, nodding when the realization hits me. “I don’t want to stay anywhere he has control over.”
“There’s still seven weeks until graduation,” I point out. “That’s a horrible amount of time to try and find somewhere else to stay.”
“It’s not ideal,” he says in acknowledgement.
My brain is spinning, running through every possibility. No one will sign a lease to him for just a few weeks. It’s a really long time to stay in a hotel.
“What if you move into my dorm with me?” I suddenly say. I chuckle, because the thought is ridiculous. My space is tiny. And it’s about as bare bones as it gets. It’s nothing like this beautiful apartment Alec is used to.
“Are you serious?” he questions with a laugh.