Page 55 of Breathe Like Hell

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.