"I've been watching you for a long time." He admits.
"That sounds creepy." I chuckle, "But why? When? How? Who?"
"One question at a time." He smiles, "You took this well."
"Well," I grin, turning towards him on the sofa, "if you're a stalker yourself, I wouldn't mind a fake relationship with you."
I expect a laugh or a chuckle or even a smile, but get none. He's clenching his jaw, a mixture of guilt, anger and regret on his face. Before I can ask him, he inches closer.
"I'm not a stalker." He whispers, his arms caging me on the sofa.
"So." I clear my throat, ignoring the warm sensation, "Why were you following me?"
"Actually," He scoots away, "I wasn't following you. I hired the best private investigator for information."
A silence settles on us, as I comprehend his words. I'm surprised myself, at how calmly I'm taking all these new found information. I thought I would've freaked out by the answers when it was time, but this actually seems reasonable.
"And when did you hire?" I ask him, my hand falling back on the sofa.
"When I first saw you." I raise a brow and he explains, "First time in the conference room."
I nod, "What made you do so?"
His hand moves to my thighs, as he rubs slow circles with his fingers. A jolt flows through my body, making me straighten. My nipples perk up just by those sensual circles on my thighs.
"You intrigued me." He states like a fact.
Something inside me feels warm. The pebbling of my nipples and the clenching of my pussy folds are an added accessory but the warm sensation that fills my heart, makes the blood in my body flow at a faster rate and warmer by a hundred degrees more.
I'm well aware with this feeling, because it's nothing different.
His words replays in my mind like a audio kept on repeat. Those simple words shouldn't faze me, yet they does. I shouldn't feel happy with these three words, but somehow it feels like that.
I should be scared, since a silence has engulfed us. I don't speak, and neither does he. Awkwardness, confusion, nervousness and tension feel the room, but the subtle heat between us surpasses every other emotion.
"Say something." He whispers, leaning closer.
"What do you want me to say?" I ask, my brown eyes giving him the most intense look.
His pupils dilate, and leans closer, "Tell me that you feel the same."
We're practically in a half-sitting and half-laying position, but that doesn't matter. The heat of his arms which are caging me makes me think somewhat irrationally, but I steel myself and give it a thought.
I'm not one for dominance. I left my past self along with all the submission, five years ago. My past self, which was weak and which sought for shelter through sex and turned into obsessive love. That doesn't make me proud because I was submissive and complied to everything.
I know I'm more dominant now, and I can take over any minute.
But something inside his eyes - his grey ones which jumps among various emotions - and the way he's looking, makes my walls break.
I know this won't result in anything good, and I also know, he's already broken my walls. There's a part of me that wants to deny but my emotions and growing feelings take the best of me. That's why, I lie on the sofa completely and smile at him.
I comply, "You intrigued me the moment my eyes fell on you."
He leans down, his arms caging my body and his hovering on top of mine.
I expect a heated kiss with lips, tongue and maybe, his emotions, but when his lips linger on my forehead for seconds, it surprises me. I give him a warm smile and reciprocates the same. Not because he doesn't only think about sex, but because...
...it feels more intimate.
"I want to try things with you." He scoops me in his arms, taking me by surprise.
Carrying me bridal style, he moves towards his bedroom, switching off the lights as he goes.
"Huh?" I ask, as the dim light falls on his face, making his features almost perfect.
"I want to try new things." He repeats, smiling down at me.
"Like what?" I ask.
He gently makes me sit on his bed. I again get surprised when he comes to sit beside me. His face inches away from me, while he brushes a few strands of loose hair from my face.
"I hope it's not BDSM?" I face palm, falling back on the bed.
He chuckles, falling beside me, "It would be great with pain and pleasure but nope."
I face him, "Then?"
"Something similar." He grins.
His eyes twinkle at the mere thought and a shiver runs down my spine. I smirk and climb on top of him. A kiss lands down on his sculpted jaw, as my fingers smoothen his messy hair. He watches me with dilated pupils, when I land another kiss on his neck, lingering there.
"Amara." He groans, clutching at my waist.
My right hand left his soft hair and moved down his chest which was still clad in his grey sweatshirt. His jacket was long gone but the heat under his shirt was still enough to make me wet. I pulled his sweatshirt in one swift motion and run my hands on his abs.
Teasing him was my forte, and I was going to do it properly.
I gave him light kisses - lingering longer than earlier - on his hard nipples and moved down to his abs, finally, slowly and painfully I might add, I gave one final kiss on the waistband of his jeans.
The next moment he was up, his sweatshirt gone and I was straddling him. The erection was hard to miss as it clashed with my pussy. The only problem was clothes.
And that problem was solved.
Within seconds, he had unbuttoned my flannel shirt and jeans. The hair tie was long gone in those seconds. As for me, I had somehow pulled off his sweatshirt and unbuckled his jeans, leaving his erection free.
In one swift motion, he trapped me under him - both panting hard.
He discarded his jeans somewhere and rolled on a condom. My eyes were fixed on his cock that I didn't notice that my jeans were also discarded by him in those piles of clothes, somewhere.
"Fuck!" He groaned, "I want to try, but damn! Your teasing."
He kissed me with a savage hunger, thirst and lust. I was so engrossed to subside my own sexual flame, that I briefly acknowledged the ripping sound of my black lace panties.
"They were-" I tried to say, but another kiss consumed me.
"I know you love them." He growled against my mouth, "I wouldn't mind a trip to Agent Provocateur."
"You'll shopping for lingerie with me?" The surprise in my voice was evident, because the my pussy was forgotten for a minute.
"Later, Love." He chuckled, followed by a grunt.
Before I could utter a word, he entered in my pussy. My fingernails dug into the comforter, as I arched my back. My eyes rolled back when the movements became quicker and stronger.
He hovered over me, while his cock destroyed my wet juicy vagina. His hands roamed around my body, giving a hard pinch to my unattended rock nipples and put it inside his mouth. His tongue swirled around my piercing, sending electric jolts through my veins. All the while his cock rammed into me making me quiver with a deep ecstasy.
His hands ran over my arm sensually, and they free my hands which were clutching the comforters in a death grip, just a second ago.
Entwining my hands with his, he brings them over his head. I arch my back as his dick digs deeper into my pussy, basically hitting the g-spot at full force. He nuzzles my sweaty neck and breathes hard.
And then with a final thrust, we both cum, screaming each other's name.
The smell of sweat and intense sex filled the silent room, along with our rapid breaths. The slapping of his balls with my ass still echoed in my ears and I smiled with wonder.
"Best one ever." He whispers into my neck.
"Indeed." I agree.
We stay in that position for a few more minutes. He limply lies on top of me - chest to chest - with our hands still entwined above my head. My legs are still spread wide and clutch on his lean waist.
Over those few minutes, our breaths come back to normal, but the exhaustion and intensity is still there.
I would've thought Vincent had fallen asleep due to his regular breathing but the soft kisses that he was occasionally giving let me know that he was awake. After a couple of minutes, lying in silence and basking in enough body heat, he looked at me. His eyes twinkled and a grin was aimed at me.
"Hungry?" He asked, removing a strand of hair from my lips.
"Sure." I try to get up.
I tried but couldn't. He pecked my forehead then my lips, purposely not deepening it. I guess because his inside growled with hunger, earning a chuckle from me. Then he got up using his muscular arms.
I watched as he threw the condom in the thrash, threw a wink at me and walked hastily to his closet.
I took a look around his room, and was not at all surprised. Our clothes are all over the floor - my shirt at one corner, my bra at other - and not to mention my favorite black lacy panties was thrown over his sweatshirt, that too in pieces.
Vincent walks out of his closet in his boxers and a white t-shirt. His hair is still messy and he smells of the heavenly sex, so, I guess he didn't take a shower.
"Shit." He smirks, looking at me, "A storm happened in my room."
"Absolutely." I grin, getting up.
I'm still naked, standing in front of him. His pupils darken and he licks his lips, as his eyes move up and down my body. I shiver a bit but try to ignore it as much as possible. The heat intensifies between my legs, and a direct jolt hits my pussy, but I still control myself somehow. I move towards him in my naked form while he also shortens the distance between us.
"As much as you look extremely tasty, right now," He smirks, running a finger on my waist, "we need to eat."
"As much as I want to be tasted," I move past him, lightly swaying my hips to tease him, "I am hungry."
I throw a wink at him, earning a deep chuckle from him. He turns around and comes towards me. Suddenly, his arms snake around my waist, holding me in his arms.
"I hope your pussy's still vibrating." He whispers biting on my earlobe, "Put a cover on this desert."
I laugh, ignoring the former comment and shove him. Before stepping into his closet, I push him out of the room.
Of course, I am sore and my pussy's still vibrating but he doesn't need an ego boost. I walk around his big closet looking for a t-shirt, enough to reach my knees, my mind wonders off to today's events.
The half sleeve grey t-shirt falls up to my knees and is so loose, that if feels like an off-shoulder dress - except it's a lot more comfortable. I tie my hair into a messy bun and check my appearance in the mirror.
Not so bad.
While dressing, when the scent of Vincent mingled with my scent, I thought how could someone make me feel so good. Sure, I've changed a lot within these past years but somehow, he makes me feel all those pentup forgotten emotions - he makes me feel alive. I shou!d be happy that he's making my feel alive and maybe, somewhere I do feel happy, but a greater part of me can't believe what I did to deserve this. I am well aware that my feelings are dominating me and I'm calling for him. I should be scared because of that but I'm actually happy that I can't resist this temptation.
Cameron crosses my mind briefly, as I exit his closet and head towards the kitchen.
I curse him as well as me. I know it was my fault all those years ago but he's a bastard if he thinks I can't handle the consequences now. I'm mor capable, more richer and more free. Not to be arrogant, but money does make some problems a lot easier.
Leaning against the partition that separates the kitchen and dining room, I watch Vincent.
Why didn't he say anything about Cam? That was really worrisome, because we have avoided the topic.
Stepping into the dining room, I take a stool against the counter. Doja Cat's Streets fills the kitchen as he puts something in the microwave. I bobble my head with the tune and smile as turns at me.
"Hot." He smirks, checking my dissheveled state, earning a chuckle from me.
"What are we eating?" I ask, leaning on the counter. I add, "Doja Cat, huh?"
He leans on the counter opposite me, and cocks his head at me. Crossing his arms against his chest, he grins.
"Hey! I love Doja Cat's songs. She's just great. Indian takeout, by the way." He grins sheepishly.
"Not complaining. She rocks!" I put my hands in mock surrender, then raise a brow, "Indian? I never pegged you as a fan of Indian food."
"Well," He laughs, "Try and tell me then."
"Idiot." I roll my eyes, "I've tasted dishes of each origin. But Indian ones were only tasted once. At a meeting, I guess."
"Here." He takes out the food, serves me in a plate and keeps on the counter, in front of me.
I look at my food and lick my lips hungrily. Jeera rice, chilli chicken in small pieces and salad. With it, there's another type of chicken but I can't simply distinguish.
"Nice choice." I compliment, "But what's this?"
He grabs his own plate and comes to sit beside me. This has to be the most casual, I have been after sex. Eating indian takeout just after sex, that too at eight in the evening. The amount of food is so much, I know I won't be hungry even after four hours. And that too sitting with just a T-shirt, covering me.
"That's chicken bharta." He nearly gobbles up his fillings.
I hesitantly taste the so-called chicken bharta with my spoon and felt my taste buds explode. The soft crunch of the chicken wth the correct amount of spices and oil, felt heavenly on my tongue.
"Tasty?" He asks, his mouth full.
I lick my lips, "Extremely. But stop murdering your food."
Not kidding though. He really was eating in such large proportions that I watched in horror.
Within the next few minutes we had completed all our food, wiping the plate clean. I was sure our plates need not to be washed, at how clean it was. And the taste. Damn. I was gonna forget Italian and maybe keep on eating Chicken Bharta for the rest of my life.
Perfectly alluring.
After the awesome meal, I would be damned if I ignored what Vincent gave me next.
Nothing could be more great - and maybe a bit intimate - than having a whole bucket of mint chocolate ice-cream. Especially when there are two spoons inside the bucket and you just had a spicy meal. Had to agree, best combo ever.
"Damn." He groaned, from beside me on the sofa, putting the final spoon inside his mouth.
I knew what he was thinking.
And I would be wrong if it didn't involve me and a bucket of ice-cream at m nipples and vagina. His eyes told the whole idea but one glare from me shut him up for good. I would've happily obliged for a second session of sex involving ice-cream, teasing and licking, but it was late.
"I'll be going then.". I got up from the sofa, smiling. "And buy me panties."
A warm hand stopped my movements and I looked down at my wrist. My brown eyes went to his dimly lit face and frowned.
"Stay with me." He whispered in the somewhat dark room.
"But-" A soft lingering kiss stopped my words.
"I have never stayed a night with a woman." He says, "Nor have I eaten like this."
I whispered, not wanting to change the atmosphere, "A first, is it?"
His lips tug into a small smile, "I told I wanted to try new things."
My heart soared at his words. They weren't anything special nor was the place. We were in casuals and yet he had made me giddy. Not because he told me to stay but the way he said it. My wanting to try new things, I thought it was related to positions in sex but actually like this, never came to my mind.
"I'll stay." I whispered, holding his hand, "If it's a new thing."
In the dark, I was sure we were both smiling and did not care of our problems. Maybe, it was just me thinking like that but for the first time, I didn't care if he felt the same. I just wanted to be with him, in his arms and heat.
The plates stayed in the sink and the finished bucket stayed on the sofa.
Within the dim light, we both lay on his bed with our same clothes - him in a t-shirt and boxers and I, just in a t-shirt.
As he held me in his arms, warming me and our bodies entangled, I smiled in the dark. I forgot about my problems and the fact, that I cried this morning. I forgot about Cam, or how Vincent felt about the restraining order, or how we were in a fake relationship. I just wanted to be held and bask in his warmth, that I was slowly falling in love with.
Because when our breaths slowed, and my eyes drifted, all I could think was his warmth, the new things and how I had the best date ever.
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