Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(14)

Air.

I need air.

My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, and my head becomes light. Until, suddenly, he releases himself into the back of my throat in long spurts. Licking the tip of his crown, I savor the taste of him.

Blinking up at him, I submissively grin. “Did I do good, daddy?”

He takes hold of my jaw, grazing his thumb over my lips. “Yes,” he confirms. “And now Micah is going to reward you.”

Micah holds out his arms. “Come here, baby,” he breathes, bringing me into his chest. “Sit on the ledge for me and lean your back against the window.”

Doing as I’m told, I gasp from the feeling of the cold glass on my back. My nipples pucker into hard, red buds, and goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he nearly whispers, and I obey.

He brings my ass to the very edge and buries his face between my thighs. Squirming against his warm mouth, he yanks me closer, deeply inhaling the scent of my arousal. He nibbles, licks, and sucks, completely devouring me. Lightly flicking my clit with his tongue, he groans into me. Squeezing his head between my thighs, my breathing quickens.

Pushing his finger inside of me, my pussy clenches around him, holding him captive. Raising my hips, I ride his face, and my clit begins to swell against his tongue. Adding in another finger, he thrusts deeper, curling them against my walls.

He moans, again and again, which pushes me to the brink of my orgasm. My back arches as he lightly sucks my clit. Fucking me with slippery fingers, he flattens his tongue, sending every nerve ending on edge.

“Mmm,” he groans against my flesh, his shoulders tensing.

“Oh, yes, Micah,” I cry out, convulsing. Whimpering.

Gasping for air, my climax entirely consumes me. He breathes hard and fast, sinking his fingers further inside of me, again and again.

“Fuck,” he moans, removing his fingers, and dipping his tongue inside me.

“Micah,” I gasp, watching him squirm as I run my fingers through his hair.

And with his face still buried between my thighs, he comes for me.

Hard.





NEW YEAR’S EVE





The New Year awaits at midnight. Riding passenger in my friend’s car, I take a moment to reflect on everything that has happened in my life over the last twelve months. My achievements in school. Good grades. Working through and overcoming my traumas. Stepping out of my comfort zone. My emotional progress. Developing healthier coping skills. Focusing on the friendships and relationships that matter most to me.

Meeting Damien, Jensen, and Micah.

“Fucking seriously?” Sarah mumbles, turning down the music and harshly tapping at the screen of her GPS. “This thing is such a piece of shit.”

“I can use my phone instead,” I offer, holding back laughter.

“Got it,” she declares, making a sharp right turn as I grip the dashboard, bracing myself. “Can you hand me my cigarettes?”

Shuffling through her messy purse, I eventually come across them. “You really have to organize this thing,” I babble, handing it to her.

Ripping the pack from my grasp, she rolls her eyes. “Oh, Quinn. Nothing in my life is ever organized. You know that.” She sighs, placing a cigarette between her lips. “Lighter?”

Going through her bag once more, I dramatically hand her the lighter. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” she replies, angrily tapping at the GPS once more. “Find me a guy to hook up with tonight.”

“I thought you were talking to Asa?”

She snorts, irritated. “Asshole,” she states, rolling down the window before lighting her cigarette. “Just like usual. They all turn out to be assholes. Men suck.”

Not mine.

Raising my eyebrows, I turn my head, gazing out the window. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” she carelessly says, before growling in frustration. “Okay. Seriously? This thing sucks. I have no idea where I’m going.”

Pulling out my phone and glancing down at the screen, I smile bright, quickly opening our group text.

Jensen

We’re running a little late princess

Micah

What are you wearing?

Damien

Doesn’t matter what she’s wearing

We’re just going to end up tearing it off





“Quinn,” Sarah sings, shaking my shoulder. “We’re lost.”

Laughing quietly to myself over Damien’s text, I type the address into the GPS on my phone. “Go straight through here,” I direct. “Then take this next left.”

“Is Damien coming?”

Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yeah.”

“And let me guess. His friends are coming, too,” she guesses.

“Yup.”

“Why do they always tag along with him? It’s kind of weird.”

“Because I want them to.”

She snorts under her breath, swerving around another car. “Why? They go everywhere with you guys. You’d think all four of you are together.”

“We are,” I confidently reply.

“You’re fucking all three of them?” she gasps, bursting into laughter. “I’m so jealous. I don’t even know what to say.”