Unbeknownst

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Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
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Thick black locks frame her face, the length of it sticking to her back and waist. Her honey skin glowing, covered in sweat with her desperate attempts to hold onto his shoulders.  Each thrust threatening to dislodge her legs from around his waist even as his veiny arm held her up in place, his fingers digging into her lush thighs, in a way he's sure would leave marks come morning, pushing her back onto the wall at the same time.
His eyes stay on her face,all flushed, her eyes closed, mouth falling open, a broken record of whines and whimpers spilling out of it as his other hand plays with her nipple. He loves to watch her like this, all messed up and wanton. Just for his eyes. He loves how only he gets to see this. One of her longer bangs fall onto her face and is now teasing her lips. He frowns, he wants that bang off her lips. He stalls his thrusts for a moment and blows the hair off her face. He bends down to suckles at her lips. She opens her mouth for him and he can't resist. He claims her mouth. Relishing how she tastes.
"Don-mmm st-aah" she's mewling into his mouth.
He let's go of her lips, surprised. "What??", he asks.
"Don't stop please" she says, her voice too breathy and coarse, as she grinds her hips against his trying to get some friction.
"Baby can't even wait a moment? So desperate... Aren't you? Begging for me inside you huh??" He whispers to her. She can feel his breath against her lobes. She's practically squirming in his arms at those words. He knows how she loves it when he talks dirty to her.
"Mm-hmm please. Move inside me" she begs.
He's more than happy to. He pushes himself back into her wet warmth and slowly rolls his hips and he sees her eyes roll back in pleasure. He pulls himself a little out of her slowly and looks down to see himself disappearing back into her. Her back arches as she takes him in fully.
"You fill me up... So...soo good baby" she says.  He feels heat pool in his stomach pleasure coursing through him at her words. He grips her thighs harder, hoisters her up his body and starts moving faster. Her arms hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulders as her other hand grips his hair. Her hips start moving to his rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts perfectly.
"Am so close baby" she says and hides her face into his neck muffling her moans.
His movements become more disjointed at her words. He doesn't know how he's going to explain all the noise to his employees later. But right now all he cares about is one thing. Get her to come.
"Come for me babe" he growls near her ears and his words are her undoing. He feels her thighs stiffen in his palms, her walls clench around his cock. He bites into her neck to keep himself from coming inside her. He feels her moist mouth open against his neck as she subdues her cry as she comes.
Maybe it's how tight she feels around him, her suppressed cries or how hot and wet her mouth now feels on his clenched jaws or all of it together, he's so close to coming he pulls out of her immediately and let's go of her. She lands on her feet thankfully and her hands reach for him but he's already shooting ropes of cum onto her belly, thighs and hands. She smiles as her hands hold his length gently and helps him recover from his orgasm.
He eases his face  into her neck and hold her close as he feels her still trembling. He leaves wet kisses along her neck where he left his bite marks, soothing the skin there. He reminds himself how her skin marks easily and how it turns a darker hue in sometime. He shouldn't leave marks on her neck, she has a performance in a couple of  days and she hates to cover herself with concealer. He'll have to be more careful the next time, he reflects.
She holds onto him, weak on her knees. She feels his kisses on her jaws, tickling her with his tongue there. She knows where this is going. He would kiss her on her lips softly, with such care, as if she would tear if he used more pressure. He would mould his lips around hers like they are to be cherished and taken care of. And with this small simple gesture she would feel her heart fill up with everything she knows he is not ready to give her. The realisation brings her back to her senses.
Gently she pushes at his firm chest and sees him looking at her. She smiles at him. She knows that look, he just starts closing in on her lips but she's already moving towards the bathroom, pulling her long hair up into a messy bun. He admires her bare back. His eyes travel lower to the dip of her spine before it curves back up her butt. He closes his eyes in want.
"Gotta clean up this mess you've made on me" she chuckles as she turns to look at him. He's still there, just like she left him. His head resting on the wall, looking at her, still panting. He slowly laughs at her, his eyes crinkling. She rolls her eyes and enters the bathroom. She immediately feels her eyes well up. "Get yourself together woman!! You wanted a fuck buddy and he said yes. That's all this is.", she scolds herself in her head as she stares at herself. Her eyes glistening and full, tears threatening to fall out.
She washes away her tears immediately and proceeds to wash herself clean. She feels his presence behind her as his arms close around her body, securing her, making her feel at ease, warm, protected, loved even.
"Let me help you baby" he says. His gentle fingers help her clean up as he peppers kisses on her shoulders.
The night falls darker as they leave his office. His hand rests on her thigh as he drives. She sighs and steals a look at him. The lights from other cars around them lighting his face up.
"I am not done with you yet. I have something waiting for you at home baby" he says playfully, glancing at her. He narrows his eyes comically, making her laugh.
"Plan away. You know I am always eager for your plans, sir" she giggles. His hand pinches her thigh. She knows it's coz she called him sir. She laughs harder and tries to swat his hand away. But he suddenly gets hold of her hand and hold it tight. Her smile falters and she peers up at him to check if he sees it. He doesn't, his eyes are on the road. She sighs. That was a close call. He is very observant of her and so she was very careful not to let her emotions show. Because she can't. That's what she had said she wanted, when they started off. She wanted him, physically. And he had agreed, to be her fuck buddy. She acutely remembers now, how easily and immediately he had agreed to it. As if it was nothing much to think about. She knew he never dates. He hadn't dated ever. He never talked about wanting to date anyone, even when they were just friends. She knows he's had a few flings, but he had never been serious with any of them. Even when she had asked him, our of curiosity, why he never dated he never said anything. Just joked about it here and there and she had let it go. Maybe that's why it was easier for him to say yes. This was just another one for him, one of his flings.
But now she had caught feelings. Feelings she knew he would never return. He never signed up for it, he had agreed to be fuck buddies, nothing more. She looks at her hand nestled in his, feels his warmth seep into her palm, she feels overwhelmed. She wants to scream. She wants to always be holding his hand like this. To never let go. She wants to kiss him too, softly, for no reason. She wants to hug him and cling to him like a koala all day. She wanted to just have her face on his skin, breathing his scent in because he was her favourite scent now. She wants those innocent touches of assurance that couples have. She wants all of it with him. But she doesn't let him do any of it coz she can't feel more. She can't let herself feel more love for him and be left broken when he says he doesn't love her. When he tells her he was in it just for the sex. Coz now, each time he touches her, his eyes fall at her, his lips caress her skin, she hears him whisper or she breathes his scent around him, it breaks her. Coz he does all of it with so much love. And she knows that that love is just in her head. Her imagining things she wants out of this. But that's not really what is. She knows. She knows this is headed towards her destruction. She can feel it. She'll be left heartbroken. She bites at her lips to hold back a sob and looks out the window at the city fleeing by.
He drives slowly through the city, he wants to take his time. He has her hand in his and he rarely gets to hold hers. He's going to make the most of it. He sighs slowly. Now that she's looking out, he needn't control his face. He clenches his jaw holding back tears though. He knew she doesn't like to be kissed outside of sex. But he had tried, even today. She had pushed him away and walked off. It hurt each time she turned her face away whenever he tried to kiss her innocently, just for the sake of it, with no intentions of sex. She never let him hold her hand either. But he still tried. Everyday.
He knew he couldn't control his love for her in all ways and neither could she stop him every time. He knew his behaviour around her was too soft to not be obvious. His friends tease him all the time. Maybe she couldn't see it coz she's never seen him that way. But he couldn't stop himself being that way. Because that's who he was. Because he had been loving her. For years now.For many years she didn't even know he existed. Yet he loved her. From afar. He knows she just wants him to satisfy her physical needs. She had said it a hundred times before they started this.
"I would only be using you, for your body. I don't want you falling in love with me." she had said, uncertain.
"Trust me. I want you to use me" he had laughed and said immediately. Because he detected the uncertainty and reluctance in her eyes.He decided to take his feelings to his grave. He feared if he hesitated even for a second, she would take it back.
And he would take whatever she's willing to give him. He would invalidate his feelings for her. He would be whatever she needed, whenever she needed, however she needed him. He would do that for her. Because he's tired of waiting for her. Tired of hoping that one day she would give him what he wants. He's desperate now. Desperate enough to keep this going and hope to God that he survives this.
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Note: Please leave your comments. I haven't been writing for a long time and would love to improve. Constructive criticism will be appreciated. Thank you for reading?
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