Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DAKOTA
When I shattered through the surface, I expected blinding anger to slam into me like a train, just like it had before.
I expected to hate him as oxygen finally tangled in my lungs.
I was ready for the torrent of aversion.
But there was a gap, a breath, a terrible moment of rawness while my body caught up to the fact that I was allowed to live again—that I hadn’t died. And Mason was the one who made that possible, the one who gave me the air I needed to survive.
My nervous system was fucking up, binding emotions together, recognizing him as two things at once before I had the lucidity to stop it. He was both the source of the danger, and the source of the relief.
He was my ruin and my salvation.
The one pushing me down and the one pulling me back up.
“Baby,” Mason said lowly, holding the back of my neck and kissing me, kissing every shuddering breath from my tired lungs. His hands were big and firm on my body and I could smell him again now that I was above the surface. Storms and saltwater. Lightning and riptides.
“Mason,” I gasped, clinging to him as my head spun. The world seemed so loud now.
Water dripping, splashing, my own breath echoing in my head, Mason’s clear voice.
My pulse was wrong, my breath uneven, and I knew I should’ve been recoiling from him, but I wasn’t.
“God, you’re incredible.”
“That was too long,” I complained, squeezing his body tighter. I was trembling now.
“If it was too long you’d be dead, baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “So it wasn’t too long.”
“Okay.” For some reason, I couldn’t really think of a better reply. All my thoughts were still scrambled, and my body was still hot with the need to come. I was confused and tired and horny. I also kind of wanted to cry. This was my new baseline, apparently.
I missed Micah.
I wanted to be tied up and taken care of now.
I needed both of them; that was becoming more and more clear to me. But I wasn’t going to get both of them—I probably wouldn’t get Micah at all anymore. I just kept fucking up. I was doing it again right this second. But what was I supposed to do?
“It’s your turn now.” Mason cupped the side of my face, tilting my head back. “And there’s no too long for me. Make me work for it.”
“What?”
He turned me and placed my hands on the edge of the pool.
Then he slipped below the water, prying my thighs apart and nudging his head between them, fingers tugging my bikini bottoms all the way to the side.
Soft currents of water brushed my exposed pussy and I shivered, gripping the edge of the pool harder.
My nails scraped on the concrete as I sucked in quick breaths.
His mouth was instantly on me, hot and searching, yanking me straight out of the dark places my mind had been sinking to.
I couldn’t ruminate on things when Mason’s ravenous tongue was on my clit.
Breathing through the pleasure burning me up, I worked on thinking about other things, hoping I could ignore the sensation of Mason eating me out long enough to not come right away, despite already being so worked up.
He deserved to stay under for longer.
He’d said make him work for it.
I intended to.
I glanced over my shoulder to see his body under the water and I could tell, even through the waves, that he had his hand already wrapped around his dick.
It only tightened the knot of heat low in my stomach, and I suppressed a whine.
My hair was sticking to my face and my lips were still wet with pool water, pressed tight together to keep myself quiet.
Mason reached up, tugging the triangles of my swimsuit top to the side so he could play with my nipples. My eyes fluttered shut and I let myself sink a little lower in the water to keep covered, warmth enveloping me. I was panting now, gasping for breath.
He untied my bikini strings behind my back so my top was only tied around my neck now, floating loosely in the water. It gave him better access to my tits, which he took full advantage of.
Cold air blew across my face and I sank even lower in the water, until it was lapping at my chin, turning my head so I could watch him better, staring desperately through the ripples in the pool to see him jerking off while he ate me out.
Mason grabbed my tits, squeezing and massaging me as heat flushed up my neck and darkened my cheeks.
He could probably feel me trying to look over my shoulder to watch him, because he shifted our position, turning me the other way. He kept me close to the wall though, now sideways so I could still hold onto something.
I rolled my hips more purposefully, grinding down on his face. He hooked his hands over my thighs and held me down, applying more pressure with his tongue as it lashed against my swelling clit.
Oh, God.
Something about knowing how good this must’ve felt for him was working me up even more. The simple act of being underwater holding his breath felt good for Mason.
He reached up and pinched the string behind my neck then tugged on it until the bow unraveled and my bikini top fell off my body completely. I was too distracted to care about watching it drift away in the water.
His hand pushed up my stomach, fingers spread wide so he could skim both my breasts at the same time, fingertips brushing the tips of my nipples.
I shivered with pure, needy desperation.
His lips, his tongue, his teeth—everything felt so fucking good and I was so swollen and sensitive and everything was pulsing and tightening. There was no way I could keep silent now. I gasped and whined, Mason’s hands grabbing my ass to spread me open for his assault on my pussy.
He was going to have to get his full suffocation high another day, because I was about to come.
I held onto the edge of the pool for dear life, my body writhing, hips rolling, grabbing my breasts while I tried to suppress my moans. Harsh breaths broke on my parted lips, punching out of my chest as I pinched my nipples, staring down at Mason pumping himself. Fuck. Fuck.
I shattered.
Pleasure raced through my body in waves, erasing every bad thought I’d ever had about Mason. He made me feel so good.
This was everything.
Always.
Mason kept his tongue on my clit until I stopped spasming, then slowly pushed his head above the surface.
I looped my arms around his neck as he tugged me closer. His skin was faintly glowing, brightening slightly every time he inhaled.
He was beautiful.
An angel, fallen from Heaven just to torment me.
“You’re glowing,” I breathed.
“Ultraneon,” he whispered in response, though it’d mostly stopped now as his neon levels stabilized.
Mason scooped me up out of the water and I wrapped my legs around him, clinging tightly as water poured off both of our bodies. He had my bikini top wrapped around his fist, which he must’ve grabbed before surfacing. He began walking us towards the steps.
My bare pussy was pressed to his firm abs right above the waistband of his swim trunks. I almost wanted to just start grinding on him like that, but I didn’t.
“Mason, my ass is out,” I complained.
He tugged my bottoms most of the way back into place, but the edge was definitely still folded. Hopefully we didn’t encounter any other residents of his apartment complex. It was the middle of the night, so it seemed unlikely, but still.
“Your tits are also out,” he said, which was true, but since I was hugging him so tight, it didn’t really matter. My naked tits were smushed against his chest, wet skin on wet skin. Nobody could see.
But Mason’s dick was still very obviously erect in his swim trunks, and I could feel the aroused flush all over my face.
Whatever. We looked like a mess, but it was my favorite kind of mess.
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.
The first time he’d really held me under the water, in the ocean, I’d hated him the second I took my first breath afterwards.
The only thing I’d wanted was to get the fuck away from him, to never let him touch me again.
He was dangerous and sick in the head and was never going to grant me any boundaries.
But I didn’t feel that way this time.
I felt something a lot darker, a lot worse.
Attachment.
It was by design, and I knew that. Mason put me into a void where the only thing I could touch was him—do that enough times and eventually he’d be the only thing I craved.
Somehow I’d forgotten he was the one to hurt me in the first place, because he was the one saving me. Giving me air. Giving me life.
I pushed back against those thoughts, willing myself back into the untethered state I’d been in.
How far can we take this before one of us ends up dead?
I don’t know. Not much farther.
What are the odds the person who dies is me?
Very, very high.