Page 51 of Breathe Like Hell

He grabbed the back of my neck and hauled my mouth to his, firmly fitting his lips to mine without giving me a chance to catch my breath. I softened for him, lips parting, tongue gliding along his, arms twisting around his neck. Something about the water erased my worries, erased the persistent distance between us.

We understood each other here, speaking in our shared language of violence and drowning and sickness.

Or, that was what I liked to think.

I wiggled out of Mason’s grasp and dove under the water again, fluttering my legs, crawling forward with my arms. His palm skimmed up the back of my thigh, over my ass, settling on my waist as he yanked me toward him. He pressed his lips to mine, bubbles escaping my mouth when I smiled against him.

He flipped us so I was laying on top of him on my back, his arm banded around my chest as we rose.

I sucked in breaths of air in the few seconds Mason gave me before we were back below, pulling me with him along the bottom of the pool. My eyes stayed shut, but I could feel his strong body working as he swam, all his muscles flexing as we carved through the water.

Breaking through to the night air again, we kissed, water trickling between open mouths, racing over shoulders.

When Mason lowered his head to kiss my throat, I cast a nervous glance around the pool area, ensuring we were still alone without any unwanted voyeurs—or any golden-eyed demons. Thankfully, I didn’t see anything.

Mason cupped my ass, fingers dipping under the edge of my swimsuit bottoms, encouraging me to tilt my hips and grind on him. I did.

The pool was warm, which felt safer for some reason. The ocean had always been cold, only tolerable by my proximity to Mason, but this was pleasant all around. Shallow waves licked at my sides, brushing my waist and ribs as Mason mauled my neck, biting violet marks into my skin. Staining me with visible proof of his dark need.

I slipped one hand down between us to untie his swim trunks, then pushed my fingers under his waistband.

He tilted his head upward, our mouths colliding again as I reached down further to grab his dick, clumsily stroking him. The resistance of the water along with the angle of my wrist made it difficult, but I didn’t care.

“Shit,” Mason hissed, dragging his lips along my jaw, massaging my ass.

I leaned into him, forcing his mouth back onto mine, tangling our tongues together as he started breathing harder. I tried squeezing my grip tighter, twisting my fingers around the head of his cock, but the non-stretch fabric of his swim trunks was doing me no favors. Mason freed one of his hands to push down his waistband in the front to fully expose his erection, then returned his palm to my ass, sliding my bikini halfway to the side.

I whined into his mouth, my hair curling around us in the water, Mason’s fingers getting closer and closer to my center. I stroked him better, squeezed him tighter, my hips rocking unconsciously.

Both of us looked down between us at my hand working his cock in the water. It was hard to see, everything distorted through ripples, but the flashes of my black nail polish and his unobstructed skin were enough to drive Mason insane.

He released me.

And then he started pushing my head down.

My eyes collided with his, green and brown, the same addiction glazing over our irises.

Force me. Use me.

Fuck my mouth while you drown me.

We both knew why we were here, in the pool, instead of in his bed.

I pressed my palms to his taut abdomen, knees bending, leaning forward to skate my tongue over his carved abs, taking a final inhale, going down, down, down until I was entirely submerged. Water smothered my face, my fingers curling in his waistband.

Mason held the sides of my head and guided my lips to his cock.

I took him in my mouth, my heart fluttering wildly as I tried to adjust to the sensation of the water surrounding me, tried to stop water from getting in my nose. It was slightly awkward and unnatural, not as comfortable as a blowjob above water, but I was so turned on that I didn’t really care.

Everything moved slower down here, all my motions dragging out through liquid, sensations stretching in my brain.

His cock was thick and heavy and hot on my tongue, pushing deeper, the slight taste of chlorine hitting the back of my throat. Water got in my nose when I tilted my head wrong and I tried to pull away, but Mason wasn’t going to let that happen.

My pulse jumped.

He shoved his dick into my throat, holding the back of my head to make me take him deep. I gagged and pressed my palms to his thighs, but he overpowered me. There was something perversely erotic about how easily he held me below him, how simply he disregarded my struggle for air.

My thighs pressed together and my head was blaring with panic, but arousal was swollen in my veins.