What Lies Beneath the Mask

As she finished her sentence, she felt his fingers on her legs and the heat of his body, as he pressed against her. His big hands were under her skirt now, moving at an annoyingly slow pace up her thigh, she wiggled in protest and shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. He shrugged, not in the least bit discouraged. Mia eyes widened at the sudden sounds of rustling clothes and a zipper being undone behind her. 

“Yes, Jack is a very nice guy. Kinda pushy though,” she said into the phone and reached back to pinch his leg to get him to quit it while she was on the phone. He caught her hand though and pressed it against his naked hard cock.

“Mmmmm,” Mia murmured automatically and her fingers closed around the shaft and moved up and down the length of him. “What? Oh. Ummm, I was just taking a sip of coffee. Yeah? You think he's good looking? I guess so, if you go for the tall, strong looking types. Oh!” Mia squealed out as Jack’s hand connected in a light slap on her ass. 

The zipper that held dress together was slowly being lowered and Mia squirmed more, her breath coming quickly now. A low growling sound from Jack broke his silence and she felt more than heard the sound deep inside her. A delicious sense of urgency poked at her insides, like caterpillar trying to break out of its cocoon. He pushed her dress off her shoulders, but it was her one remaining piece of clothing not her nakedness that drew his attention. 

His fingers wrapped in her thong and pulled it tight and held it against her. She gasped into the phone. “Ohhhh, shit, I spilled some coffee on my leg. Yep, I’m okay but I gotta clean it up so I’ll see you tomorrow Sue. Bye.” 

She threw the cordless phone onto the table and let her head fall to the soft arm of the sofa, a low moan escaping her mouth. The silk between her thighs, held her tight, the even still pressure along her slit made her eyes close and her teeth bite into her bottom lip. His other hand traced the skin on either side of the material that separated her cheeks. Oh God, fuck, fuck, that feels good, she thought. “Fuck,” the word slipping from her mind and onto her lips.

“Mmm-hmm, fuck,” Jack answered, while his fingers impatiently pulled her thong off her legs. Mia’s knees shifted wider, when his fingers pressed into the soft skin of her inner thigh and searched higher, parting the smoothly shaven skin of her lips and sliding through the wetness there. One long finger eased up over her clit and blessed it with little crosses. Her thighs pressed against his hands and she moaned, almost in protest, because his touch was bringing her too close, too fast. When she straightened up, his arm looped around her waist and pulled her back against his naked body. Their bodies soaked into one another in all the right spots. 

Jack groaned, his palms pressed lightly against her nipples, and then harder until his fingers curled around the globes and he squeezed. Mia looked down, as his fingers easily spanned her full breasts, both watching and feeling his touch intensifying its effect on her. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” Jack said, in between kisses. His mouth moved over her pale skin, nibbling his way from freckle to freckle on her shoulders. The room seemed small now, filled only with them, the protests of the couch and their laboured breathing. 

Jack’s fingers traced her mouth and she opened for them, while her own fingers slide down over her clit and pressed into her pussy. She breathed in the smell of her own arousal on his fingers, her pussy closing around hers at the same time. 

Her lips licked and sucked his fingers and she pressed back against him, the curve of her cheeks easily brushing against his cock. She rocked toward him and her body swayed back and forth touching the wet tip with each pass. 

He growled and knotted his hands in her hair, uncovering the sensitive skin normally hidden there. A shiver scattered over skin, when his teeth closed on her neck and she felt his cock pressing into her. Her head would have fallen forward but his fingers in her hair, held her, encouraging her to arch her back into him. 

Free of her pussy, her fingers moved to his shaft, caressing him before guiding him through her soft wet folds. She opened just enough for him to slide the head of his cock into her and then closed tightly around him, holding him. “Talk to me, Mia. Tell me how you feel.” Her body was too busy feeling to think. She didn’t hear words in her head, only melody. She pushed back against his cock, forcing him deep inside, as her response.

She braced her arms on the sofa and pushed back against Jack, just as he put his hands on her hips and thrust forward. Both of them groaned in unison as they melded together. She squirmed under the pressure and fullness his cock created in her pussy. He tugged gently on her hair and Mia turned towards the pressure and they kissed again hard. “Watch me Mia, watch me fucking you,” her eyes fell to his cock and she watched it disappear into her body and she felt a burn start in her core.

“Fuck me hard, Jack. I want more.”

Her fingers found her clit and teased it with long slow summoning strokes that made her pussy close tighter and tighter around his cock, pulling him deep inside her and then pushing him out. Her fingertips slid down the length of her slit and found the base of his shaft and explored the slick skin there, rubbing and stroking him each time he pulled free of her pussy. 

“Make your self come, Baby,” Jack said between grunts.

Her fingers returned to her swollen clit and she cried out at the first touch because it had become so sensitive with need. It was the key and she knew exactly how much it needed to be worked before the door would unlock so she teased herself, pausing and slowing her touch to prolong the moment for both of them. Her unsteady breathing was echoed by Jack’s. She felt him everywhere, inside her, around her and over her. 

Her body swayed with each thrust he made against her and she pushed back into him with equal power. Her tits bounced and swayed with the force of their movement, her nipples rubbing against the textured fabric in the sofa arm, it felt good and she leaned in closer. The peaks becoming harder with each pass. They stood out from her body; their hardness and dark, dusty rose colour, a stark contrast to the soft white flesh surrounding them. Jack’s searching fingers easily rolled and pulled at one and then the other. His fingertips raking at them as he pulled them away from her body, until they sprang free from his touch

He stopped and grabbed her around the waist, when he felt her thighs shaking against him. Mia cried out, startled by the first pounding pulse, as it shot out from her clit and whipped through her pussy, and then out through the rest of her body. “Oh God, Jack,” she said, as she felt her pussy pressing against his cock again and again, as he fucked her intently, spurred on by her hearing and feeling her come.

His hand came down on the arm of the sofa and they locked fingers, as his body began to shudder and his shaking muscles forced him to lean into her, both of them wanting to keep their connection, as he shot deep into her body, letting go into her until he was spent. As their breathing slowed again, their embrace became less carnal and more comfortable, Jack pulling her tight against him and kissing her neck.

Mia rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating. Her thoughts bouncing between, holy shit what did I just do, to oh my God that was amazing I should do that all the time. Everything is always extremes with you, Mia, she thought. 

Jack leaned back and turned her around to face him. Her brain working at full power now, she felt uncovered in many ways. She stared at his chest. “Mia, it is incredibly hard on my ego when I can see the sprouts of regret already appearing this fast,” he said, as his fingers ran down her cheek and smoothed her hair back from her face.”

She leaned into his hand and looked into his eyes. “It’s not that I regret anything we just did,” she said, answering his smile with one of her own. His relaxed manner making her more at ease and she snuggled against him, trying to stay in the moment. “No matter how good I feel right now, all the “what ifs” keep barging into my head even though I don’t want them to.”

“They’re in everybody’s head. You just can’t let them keep you from the good things that are around you.” She looked up into his face and felt the warmth of his touch and the truth of his words.

“Yeah, I guess I knew that, but I never had a really good reason to risk it. Hmm, handsome, funny and wise too,” she narrowed her eyes, “there has to be a flaw in there somewhere, she pretended to look in his ear, “I’ve got it. You are a serial killer.” Mia squeaked when Jack pinched her on the cheek for her comment. “No? Con artist?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” he said rolling his eyes. 

“I know, I know. Earlier tonight, Sue said we could decide, who the best person for me to meet at the party was by the costume they chose,” she stopped, as she thought about Jack’s simple normal street clothes that were now on the floor, wandering what he was supposed to be. “So, what did you come as tonight? Then I will tell you if we suit each other or not.”

Jack smiled, “I already know the answer to that, but I will play anyway. I didn’t have time to change after work tonight. So, there was no disguise. I came as me.” Who would have known? Sue was right again, I'm going to be drowning in I told you so's, Mia thought.

Mia smiled back, “Good choice, very good choice” she said both to herself and to him.