#mm.

His callused hands trail up your hips to hold you securely on top of him, pushing your thighs down so that you can grind more firmly to the muzzle of his half-mask.

He can feel you shaking, your hips rolling against his face as your legs nearly give out.

And, look, you asked to use his mask, but he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

The scent of you, the way you looked sat over him and gripping the headboard- it was all so much.

You asked him to stay still, and he promised he would, but- His hazy eyes flick up your body and a hand grips your ass, making you buck forward and press his head to the mattress.

He groans, and the sound ricochets off the hard carbon fiber and vibrates deliciously against you. Your hips stutter.

But he needed to taste you. He needed every last drop you could give him. He needed to feel you against his tongue. He needed-

The sting of your hand pulling at his hair nearly had his eyes rolling back. The pace of your rocking picked up, had him massaging your thighs to encourage you more.

The rough material angled and rubbed against you just right, pushing and dragging against your clit. Your sounds are incoherent gasps and whines until you keen so beautifully above him, reaching your climax.

You stay there a moment, shaking and panting before you lift from him. He could see a string of your spend connecting his mask to your dripping pussy. It pulsates with the aftershocks of your high. Taunting him.

Breathless, you look down at the mess you made and let out a sigh, “Oh, Jason, I-”

The mask clatters harshly against the far wall.

Fuck that thing.

He gives you no time to think before he drags you back down to his mouth. You yelp and grip at the headboard to balance yourself.

He moans against you, eyes rolling back and grabbed for your ass to tug you closer and spread you further for him.

Pulling at his hair, you arch your back from the overstimulation, hips raising - or attempting to. He’d wrapped an arm around your legs, you weren’t going anywhere.