Sappy AF A/N: Thank you to everyone who left reviews, who joined in on the fun on Facebook...
Big, special thanks to Ella (creaatingmadness) for holding my hand, listen to my rants and insecurities. I honestly couldn't have done this without you, babe.
April makes sure the lemons are matched with her high af standards, and Lara (MeteorOnAMoonlessNight) is my loyal cheerleader.
I know it was a little rough to read sometimes, since it was unbeta'd, but I feel soooooo proud of myself for never once missing an update. I've been writing daily, updating daily since Feb 22nd. It's been the best time of my life, tbh!
Thanks again for all the support, and the love for Doe and Masen!
See you at the bottom *mwah!*
I'm in the shower, enjoying the lukewarm stream of water that's engulfing me. It's a moment of relaxation, my body cooling down after a hot, busy night, the first shift at my new job: on my feet all night at the beach club.
Part of me was glad I worked the late shift, outside. It was an opportunity to enjoy the night growing cooler, the breeze from the ocean soothing my sun-kissed skin. Masen laughed at me, telling me I should've taken a job in the mall, where there's air conditioning all year round.
Since Masen walked me home, he's been trying to keep me at bay, pushing me to take a shower. I know he's up to something. I just know. He's never this quiet.
"Babe?" I walk into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. My hair drips onto the floor, smelling like a five-star hair salon thanks to the shampoo Alice lets me borrow.
He's outside, on the balcony — smoking. It's just a little after eleven, but I'm not ready to go to bed yet. I join him, bare feet on cool tiles.
"Fuck, love. You have to wear more clothes when Alice is around. She'll have my head if she finds us — fucking."
I narrow my eyes at him, tugging the tucked-in scalloped hem of my towel. He takes in a deep breath.
"I'm not wearing any clothes. But I guess if it bothers you, I can always get dressed…" I tease. "You know, long ankle-length skirt and a turtleneck or something like that." I turn on my heel, ready to walk off, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me close.
"Fuck, no," he breathes, hisses when I palm him through his jeans. He's hard already. He's so fucking easy.
"Where's Alice?" I ask. He grumbles against the back of my shoulder as he pulls my hips against his erection.
"Don't talk about my sister when I'm thinking about pounding your pussy into the next fucking century."
"How am I supposed to know what you're thinking?" I ask, pulling his head down by the back of his head, lips on my neck — kissing, licking, driving me insane.
"Just assume that when you're this naked, I'm thinking about it." I think the coast is clear, because I'm pushed against the glass sliding door, cheek pressed against the glass before he rips my towel off of me.
I gasp when his hand cups my pussy roughly, middle finger in between my lips.
"You didn't use the towel right, Doe," he chuckles, rubbing my clit hard and fast. My mouth drops open and I almost choke on my breathing. "See? You're soaking wet, baby." He inserts two fingers into me, skin on wetness proving his point.
"Fuck, Masen…." I gasp, cursing a string of profanities as his other hand reaches around my body and plays with my nipples.
"I need to fucking taste you. Right now," Masen grunts. He slithers down my naked body until he's on his knees, kissing me right above my pussy, hands lingering on my waist, around my back, resting on my ass.
He looks up at me, thick lashes framing vivid greens. I'm done for, a fucking puddle at his feet. Masen's nose skims along the smooth skin of my pussy lips, breathing me in before his tongue tantalizes me. He licks me once, long — perfect pressure before he dives in, the cool steel ball of his tongue piercing flicking over my clit, making my head fall back against the window.
"Oh, fuck. Yes…" I breathe. I don't know what to do with my hands, so I push my hair out of my face, tug at the roots.
Masen moans onto my pussy, sending vibrations down to the bottom of my spine — clit throbbing into his mouth before he bites it.
"You taste so fucking good. I can eat your perfect little pussy all day," he mumbles. I let out a strangled grunt when he sucks my clit hard and good, in the best way. His hands glide over my ass, squeezing before he grabs, fingers digging in as he licks me like no one ever has. "Get your legs up my shoulders, baby," he whispers, blowing out cool air over my heated flesh, making me flinch.
"I'll fall," I pant, pouting when he pulls his face away.
"No, you won't. Clasp those beautiful legs around my face, baby. Choke me with your fucking thighs. I'll eat you so good you'll forget your name." His words bring me even higher than I already am — like ever before. No drugs can compare to a Masen-induced high.
I listen to him, and Masen lifts me up by the back of my thighs until my knees hook over his shoulders. On instinct, I press them against the sides of his face, and he groans, arches a brow when he looks down at my swollen pussy. I'm so wet, arousal and saliva, glistening in his outside lighting.
My naked back hits the glass and I gasp when he dives in, devouring me. His tongue dips inside me, swirling and flicking around my clit until I'm panting — moaning so loudly I think the entire building can hear me. He doesn't shush me either, instead slips one hand from under my ass — pressing me against the window harder as he fucks me hard with his fingers while his tongue still assaults my clit.
The burn is like wildfire, my hips bucking into his face — needing more, squirming, his stubble against my skin adding another dimension to this pleasure. I fist his hair, pull harder than I should, but he just groans and I watch his eyes roll back as he looks up at me. Seeing him in between my legs like this my favorite thing. It's like he can't get enough, want to lick me dry. Fuck, I'll let him.
"Oh, fuck… Babe," I gasp. His long, skilled fingers curl inside me and I just can't hold back anymore, as much as I want to make this last longer — enjoy it longer.
"That's right, love. Come all over my face, show me how good I make you feel. How much I own your little, tight pussy." I bite my lip, taste blood, but I don't care. My heart pounds into my ear as a wave of white-hot pleasure shoots through me.
"Mhm, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, tugging even harder — afraid I'll pull his hair straight from the root. Masen hisses, bites my clit so hard I see stars, and convulse around his face, coming so hard I see spots.
My chest heaves, abs violently flexing with every breath I take. He looks up at me, setting my wobbly legs down onto the tiles, looking like the smug asshole he is. I throw my arms around his neck, his lips and chin glistening. I don't care, kiss him. It's primal and rough, I taste myself on his mouth and I moan, walking him back until his ass hits the edge of the wooden table on the balcony.
The buckle of his belt is heavy in my hands, clanks loudly against Bankirai. I fist his shirt, tug the hem before he lifts it off his head. Cotton almost flutters over the balcony.
"Sit down," I tell him. He smiles, lopsided — eyes twinkling mischievously. "Please," I add when he doesn't move.
He unbuttons his jeans while he kisses me, tongue swirling and teeth nipping until his pants drop, and I squat down to peel the fitted denim down his muscular thighs. He puts his hand on mine before I can yank the elastic waistband of his grey boxers and looks down at me, stroking my head with his free hand.
"I have a surprise for you," he says.
"Oh, I've already had the surprise. But I can't wait for you to give it to me again." I smirk.
"I'm being serious, Doe,." heHe chuckles. It's tough to take him seriously when he's sporting such a hard boner. "I fucking love you. I love fucking you, your lips on my cock and down your throat." I bite my busted lip, wince at the sensitivity. "Go ahead, baby." He takes his hand off mine and lets me take off his underwear.
"Oh, you did not!" I gasp, eyes traveling over the shaved skin that leads to his hard cock.
"Yes, I did. It's fresh, so be gentle with me." He jokes. He pulls me up by the back of my neck until I stand in between his parted legs, his dick flat against his chiseled abs.
"Babe…" I start. "I have to give you a reason to be thankful for, no?" I ask, slyly.
I get up on the table and push him down on it, the wood grainy against my knees as I straddle his lap.
"I fucking love you, Edward,." I whisper, paths of my fingers tracing the bite marks I left on his shoulder last night. I never use his first name. But it's appropriate now, since I'm confessing my love to the guy who got my nickname tattooed right next to his cock.
I sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he's so deep inside of me my pussy flutters.
"God, yes,." heHe hisses, grabbing my hips, rocking me back and forth as he thrusts up, our movements making the table rock on its sturdy legs. "Fuck me baby. Ride me like a fucking whore. I know you want to. Take what you need, Doe,." heHe pants against my neck before he bites down.
"You feel so fucking perfect,." I moan. He leans back onto his elbows, watches me fuck him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. My back arches and I brace myself with one hand on his thighs behind me. He's getting a show, my tits shaking every time I rock and lift my hips. He tilts his hips slightly, hitting me deep and just right.
"Touch yourself, baby. Come hard for me, show my cock who owns him." His voice is raspy, hoarse as he licks his lips. I slide my free hand down my torso, in between my tits before I play with my nipple and tug it, the sensation floating all the way to my clit.
"Yeah, just like that,." I whisper when he lifts his hips again and I almost see stars.
I grip the base of his shaft tightly and he jerks his hips forward again, stroking him hard before he disappears into my pussy again.
"Choke me, baby,." I breathe, my head thrown back, awaiting his devilishly delicious touch. Skilled fingers curl around my throat as I circle my swollen clit. I'm still so sensitive I know I'm not going to last much longer.
When he squeezes the sides of my throat harder, my vision goes blurry, a surge of arousal and lust soaring through me. I feel my face grow red, so hot. It doesn't take much more than that, and I come so hard I think I'm going to pass out — heart pounding so hard it's making me lightheaded.
"Yes, baby. Oh, fuck, I can feel your pussy tremble around me." He grunts.
Masen is sweating, hanging on until he falls off the edge too, filling me up with his cum.
We're both breathing so heavily we're like two dogs in the heat of summer. I collapse on top of him, my tits crashing into his hard chest.
"God… I can't live without you — without this,." heHe says, his voice rumbling underneath my ear. I feel myself smile against his slick skin and caress the designs on his bicep before his arm curls around my waist.
We're outside, naked, but we don't give a shit.
"You don't have to, Masen. Don't be so dramatic." I chuckle.
"I need to talk to you,." heHe says, sigh slipping from between his lips. I lift my head and take a deep breath. What?
I reach for the pack of Marlboro's on the far end of the table and light up before handing him a cigarette of his own, lighting it with mine.
"What's wrong?" I narrow my eyes, slightly mad at him for distracting me with sex when there's something important on his mind.
"I have a job offer. Stellar pay,." heHe starts.
"So take it.." I shrug.
"I — I don't know if I can." He admits.
"What do you mean?"
He sits up, and I feel his cum drip out of me, onto his thighs.
One hand takes through his messed-up hair before he speaks again.
"It's a long distance job, Doe."
My eyes widen. "But you promised you'd stay with me."
"That's why I'm talking about this with you. I haven't confirmed anything yet."
"But you want to?" I wonder, taking a deep drag, smoke unfurling into the night sky.
"Baby, it's one hundred grand."
Wow.
"Why so much?" I want to know. There has to be a catch.
"It's in Europe." He sighs. I can tell it almost hurts him to talk about this.
I look down as tears well up in my eyes. They're hot and thick as they roll down my cheeks.
"Don't cry, baby." He soothes me. A shiver runs through me at the thought of Masen leaving me. He promised.
"But you're leaving me!" I scoff.
"Like fuck I am." He says, harshly. I eye him, confused.
"You just told me you have a job offer in fucking Europe."
"Yeah and I want to take them up on that offer."
"See? You already made up your mind. I don't get why you even want to pretend to fucking talk about it." I push him away when he tries to put his arm around me. "You can't do this to me, Masen! Declare your undying love and then hopping onto a fucking plane, leaving me here. I thought you wanted to make this work. For us." I feel betrayed and defeated.
"Exactly." He nods, tugging me to him even though I'm resisting. He puts his hand on my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "That's why you're coming with me, baby."
My eyes grow wide.
"I can't fucking leave you. I wouldn't and I won't. You and me, road trips and trains and hunting down the asshole they need me to take down. What do you think?"
I don't know what to say.
"Come with me, please? I don't want to do this without you."
"You're such a romantic. Inviting me on your killing spree?" I chuckle darkly, but can't ignore the appeal those words have on me. He wants me in every part of his life. His house, his bed, his heart, even his job.
"What's it going to be, Doe? Want to explore Europe with me until I catch this fucker?" He arches a brow, nuzzles my neck. I can't think straight like this.
"Masen I—…"
"Alice already agreed to let Jasper move in here while we're gone. She's taking care of the place and Persephone. Jasper's lease it up at the end of next month anyway."
"Come, please?" He asks, voice so sweet and a heart-breaking expression on his face.
"I'll go anywhere with you. As long as we're together I don't care."
"Fuck, I'm gonna fucking marry you one day, little Doe." Our kiss is tender and slow, it's one of the many we've had, but this one is clearly pouring love all over me. I can't deny it. I can't lie.
I love him. And I would kill for him.
THE END?
You're still here? You made it! This was 'If Love Could Kill'. Now, you see the question mark at the end, right?
It means I've got something up my sleeve, something I've never done before: a sequel!
Yes. And I also have a title, but I have lots of writing to do before I start posting it :)
I have lots of fun coming up, such as a porn star and an ER-doctor meeting, and a beauty who owes a billionaire...
Also, a collab with Creaatingmadness, Littleashes17, and DaniDarlingxx.
Big kiss, see you there
Pearly xo