Masked

CHAPTER 14 DUPE

We drove back in silence. I was on my phone anyways, checking e-mails and if anything urgent that showed up as I was on leave today.

He stopped the car in front of my apartment. Well I don’t live in fancy penthouses like the other millionaires and billionaires, just it is one of the expensive apartments of the city and fit perfectly fits my requirements. I always hated everything in excess anyways.

We sat there for a few minutes, not willing to leave. He was clenching his hands on the steering wheel so hard that they were white. He opened his mouth a few times but no word came out.

“I think I should leave-

“Wanna have coffee?

We both spoke together. I thought he was going to turn me down but he agreed to my surprise. He parked the car and we were standing in front of the elevator door, waiting for the lift. We went to press the button together and our hands touched. It felt like I have touched an electric wire. He surely did fell the same, as he put his hands in his pockets after that, afraid that they might touch again. He was wearing his office clothes and his signature frames. Sometimes I wondered did he really need them or its just a mask.

We stepped out of elevator and I opened my door. I went inside first, he came after a few seconds, as something is stopping him to come.

“Please have a seat, I’ll return in a few.” I said pointing at the same couch, that was the witness to our nasty encounter. He nodded, but looked at it for much time than needed, as he was also recalling everything that happened. I went o my bedroom to get myself changed and put my stuff.

I changed into comfortable pyjamas and went to the hall and found Joel sitting uncomfortably on the couch.

“Water?” I asked him.

“Yes please.” He replied.

I went to my kitchen, which is actually an open kitchen, attached to the hall. I filled a glass and he came by himself gulped in one go. He sat the glass on the kitchen counter where he had picked it up from and sat on the chair placed near it. He saw he making coffee for us, eyeing me the whole time.

I bought the coffee mugs and sat them on the counter. I sat near him on the other chair. Our knees brushed for a few seconds, but this time he didn’t jerk them aside. I bit my lower lip, he grabbed my face, muttered something under his breath and took control of me. We started kissing frantically. I sat in his lap and he picked me up. He sat me on the counter top. He removed his glasses and drew them. Poor glasses, I hope they made alive. The glass got a push from me and broke in the background, but we were too busy and turned on to pay it attention. He laid me there on the counter, still kissing me. He started off with my shirt that I was wearing. He opened each button, with utmost patience, like we had all the time in the world, well we do, don’t we?

He went from my lips to my belly button, kissing each cell of my body. He unhooked my bra and played with my n*****s, licking them, pinching them, earing moans from me in return. He was laying on top of me and I could feel him, hard. I bend towards him, wanting him.

“Have some patience my heaven, let me have it all.” He said, looking straight in my eyes, with his lustful eyes. This was the longest sentence he had said tonight.

He sucked on my n*****s for a bit long and started removing my pyjamas. The fact that he was still dressed irritated me a bit, but I was already too lost in lust and need and dripping from c*m. He looked at me, from top to bottom with his predatory eyes, that sent a rush to my groin and pit pf my stomach and my hair stand on their feet.

“Beautiful. Do you see how much you are dripping for me heaven? A beautiful mess.” I don’t know his words to do my body, but I probably released more, that make him smirk. He finally opened his shirt. This time the lights were on, so I could see him. But what I saw was not just a body, it was art. It was perfect, until it was not. There was a cut on his chest, just above his heart. My eyes lingered on it for a few minutes, but before I could say anything, he opened his pants and laid on me, completely bare. He kissed me for a few minutes, slipped on a condom and prepared to enter me. He started slow and gentle, just like how he had been today the whole night. Everything he did was slow, unlike our other times when it felt as time was fading and we were just stealing moments from it. But today was different. He started slow an took speed as I arched to him more. I finally took him whole this time. I had a mind f*****g orgasms and he did too. We came all over the kitchen top. We rested for a few minutes, he still lying on me. Well counter it strong but no that wide that two people could make it together. I have a queen size bed in my room, but hell knows when we’ll ever make to it. Our breathings started getting normal. He picked me up, laid me on the couch and covered me with a blanket laying there from last night, the same blanket I covered Addy with.

He asked for the bathroom and I told him the way to the guest bathroom.

Next I remember was that I woke up in bed the next morning. He had cleaned me. I went to kitchen for a glass of water and saw a clean floor. He probably also has cleaned the glasses lying there. He also had cleaned the coffee mugs.

Was I that sound asleep? If my old therapist hears it, we would probably get into a heart attack that how her pills never worked that good for me, but an o****m did. Just like our truce. It was just s*x, but these little gestures he did, do they come under our truce?

My phone rang from my room and suddenly reality hit. I was again late.