Page 56 of Breathe Like Hell

I needed to be fucked, and couldn’t make myself care too much.

Mason carried me into the elevator with our towels tucked under his arm and slammed the side of his fist on the button for the sixth floor, then the one to shut the doors.

He barely waited for the doors to finish closing before he put my back against the wall and crushed his mouth to mine, putting enough space between us that he could cup my breast, massaging me, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers. I moaned, head falling back against the steel paneled wall.

Mason’s hand slid down to my hip, and we both watched as he grasped the strings on my bikini bottoms and slowly started to pull the bow loose. He moved to the other side and I couldn’t help squirming a bit.

“What are you doing?” I whimpered, my chest heaving with every shallow breath. This is stupid and risky.

Mason’s brown eyes locked on my green ones, but he didn’t say a word. We held eye contact as he untied the other side of my bottoms. The fabric fell away easily when he pulled it, leaving me entirely naked. I was practically shaking now.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his gaze falling down my bare body. “You look like such a slut.”

I felt like a slut.

Exhibitionism had never really been my thing, not until I got tangled up with two men at the same time. Now, the thought of being watched while I got fucked was indescribably alluring.

Only by them, though.

The elevator came to a stop and my eyes widened, panic making me freeze.

But there was no one there when the doors slid open.

Mason set me on my feet and I walked fast toward his apartment, casting a quick glance over my shoulder to find Mason staring at my ass and blatantly palming his hard dick over his swim trunks.

I stopped at his door, spinning around and leaning back against its surface, watching Mason approach with my heart pounding in my chest. He leaned down and scooped me up against his side with one arm, lowering his head to suck on my nipple as he unlocked the door with his fob. I tried to squirm away but he held my ribs firmer, flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip of my nipple. I grabbed at his shoulders, feeling more wetness dripping between my legs.

Finally, he pushed the door the rest of the way open and let it slam shut behind us as he stalked to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed on my hands and knees, my wet hair dripping on his comforter as I arched my back, lowering my chest to the mattress.

The solidness of the mattress and the texture of the comforter were grounding me. Very different from the shapeless water.

Mason kicked off his swim trunks then grabbed my ass with both hands as his hot mouth descended on my pussy. I whined and moaned, arching my back and spreading my thighs, pushing back against his face.

He got onto his knees and aligned himself with my entrance, then slowly pushed inside. I was so turned on that he slid all the way in on the first stroke. He pulled back, pushed in. My eyes rolled back as he hit me deep and hard, working into a rhythm. The sound of skin slapping filled his bedroom.

“Harder,” I whined.

He lengthened his strokes, somehow getting even deeper now. I could barely breathe.

“I like how you let me do all this fucked up stuff to you.”

“I like it, too,” I panted, wondering if I was lying or telling the truth. It wasn’t clear in my head.

My pussy was still so oversensitive from my first orgasm in the pool that it wasn’t difficult for me to get there again when I focused on it. Pleasure spiraled through my body, wiping all my thoughts from my brain. Mason groaned as I squeezed his length, crying out into his comforter.

He gripped my hips as he spilled his load, cum pulsing hot out of him, flooding me. He kept lazily thrusting into me for a minute before pulling out completely and gently flipping me over.

I laid flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling as I caught my breath, my pulse hammering all under my skin. Mason’s cum was already leaking out of me and I tried to tilt my hips to stop it, but my head was in the clouds.

Distantly, I noticed Mason was going to get a rag or something from the bathroom. His figure was little more than a blurry outline against the light in the doorway.

I could feel my heartbeat in each of my fingertips, in my lips, in my belly.

Nothing else mattered right now. My hair was damp on the sheets and my mind was untethered.

Until my thoughts circled back around to the same anxieties I always felt with Mason.

The realization of what’d happened in the pool was starting to hit me.