The man is tall, probably six foot three. He has a tight white T-shirt on and it’s doing nothing to hide the muscles in his chest and arms. Bulging veins ripple up his forearms. Once in the room, he shuts and locks the door. I don’t move because I don’t know what to do.
He shows me the front of the paper that he brought in with him. It simply says ‘Yes/No’ at the top and bottom of the paper. He pointed to his mask and then set the paper on the dresser. I’m gathering that is how we communicate after. I nod and he steps closer, extending his hand for me to take.
When I place my hand in his, he pulls me up from the bed, then spins me to face away from him. He doesn’t hesitate to pull the straps of my dress off my shoulders. He is standing so close to me that I can feel his body heat. I instinctively take a half step back to press my body against his. His response is to slide his hands up my dress, dragging it up my body until it gathers at my waist. I gasp slightly when he grabs hold of my lace thong and rips it off me.
I bite back a moan when he dips his fingers between my lips, and gently grazes over my clit. As he rubs me, I lay my head back on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around my waist. I’m nearly panting, trying not to make any noise.
I can feel it building and I want it so badly, but I’m afraid that any noise I make would give me away. I whimper as it starts to crest, and his other hand comes up. He pauses before he does it, but hemoves my mask up. Lost in the moment, I’m completely willing to give away my identity, but that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He covers my mouth right before he pinches my clit and rolls it between his fingers. I scream out against his hand as the orgasm punches through me.
He pulls my mask into place before turning me around. I’m out of breath and shaky as he sits me back on the bed. I watch as he gets out of his jeans and boxers. When his cock springs free, my eyes go wide. He can’t see my reaction, but holy fuck. This man is huge in girth and length. I’m definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow. As he leans into me, I lay back. When he settles between my legs, he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand.
He pauses right as I feel him press against the entrance of my pussy. It’s so fucking hot how attentive he is and how he is checking in every step of the way. I can feel it in the way he moves that he is about to destroy me. When I give him a small nod to tell him I’m okay, he immediately slams into me. I gasp loudly and he instantly finds an unrelenting pace of railing me into the bed. I’ve completely given up on my fight to not make noise and moan loudly as he fucks me.
I don’t recognize myself sounding like this, so I doubt he will, if he knows me. Something about him is familiar. His natural scent reminds me of something that I can’t quite pinpoint, but I don’t focus on it. I give myself away to the feeling of him, pushing deep inside of me. His moans and grunts are delicious. I'm pretty sure I could get off just hearing him make those noises.
He lets go of my wrists and hooks his arm behind my knees to fold me in half. He’s able to push deeper and it makes my insides feel like Jell-O as he pounds inside of me. My muscles are tightened around his cock as I’m nearing my orgasm. He grunts with every thrust he makes, and I can feel that he is going to come with me.
My back arches dramatically and tremors shake through my body as my climax moves through me. Seconds after me, he groans his release as he comes. He stays buried inside of me as he drops his head to my chest. I wrap my arms around him and sit like this for a few minutes while we catch our breath.
When we finally separate and get up, he pushes me back on the bed as a way to tell me not to move. I’m confused, but I comply. He goes into the half bathroom for a moment before coming back with everything he would need to clean me up. I find it interesting that a stranger is more considerate of me than anyone else I’ve ever been with. This is the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm from sex, and not from me doing it myself. Josh probably could’ve been good in bed, but he cared more about himself, and didn’t want to take the time with me. This stranger effortlessly got us both off.
Once he finishes cleaning me, he helps me up and pulls my dress back into place before I slip my shoes on. We’re still slightly out of breath when we go over to the dresser. He picks up the pen and circles ‘yes’ before handing me the pen. I sigh and take it from him before turning to the paper.
What harm possibly could come from him knowing my identity? Clearly, we both enjoyed ourselves and it is something that I would definitely do again with him. I can’t really think of anysituation where I would reject the person behind that mask. I don’t have any mortal enemies and I know he is not any of my exes. He’s still so familiar, but I can’t place why he is.
I tap the pen on the paper, for it feels like an eternity. He doesn’t interrupt me. He simply stands there and patiently waits for me to decide. I’ve spent so long settling because I’m afraid to branch out of my comfort zone. This is my chance to get out of that box.
I circle ‘yes’ before I can talk myself out of it. Above it I write ‘you first?’ to convey that I need him to take that step first for me. I go over and switch on the light. When I turn around my heart leaps and my throat when my stranger takes off his mask. I am absolutely speechless. I was so fucking wrong when I thought nothing bad could happen from me knowing his identity.
When the initial shock wears off, I start to cry. I don’t want to make this any worse than it already is, so I turn to get out of the room and away from Cory. I get the door unlocked but as soon as I go to pull it open, he pushes it shut and turns me around.
“Please explain to me what’s going on,” Cory asks softly.
I’m staring at my older brother, and I can’t force the words out of my mouth. How did I not realize it was him? How did he not realize it was me? Since when does he have muscles like that? We hadn’t seen each other in eight months, but I never thought that I would not recognize him with a mask on.
For whatever sick fucking reason, it’s not revolting that my brother just fucked me senseless. I’m just so damn shocked that I don’t know what to do with myself. Our parents are going to kill us. How am I supposed to explain this to literally anyone?
I’m still rendered speechless as he stares at me, waiting for an answer that I wish I could force out of my mouth. He slowly reaches for my mask to try to make sense of my reaction. When he pulls it off, his mouth falls open and he takes a step away from me. He looks just as much in shock as I am.
I take this as the opportunity to pull my mask back into place and yank the door open so I can run out. No one knows who I am so all they see is someone who is nearly hysterical running out of the house. No one follows me, so I think. I just need to get out of here. I need to get away from people before someone realizes who I was just in the room with.
I get out to where the cars are when I hear Cory. “Bella. Please, stop. Just talk to me for a second.”
When he grabs my arm to force me to stop running from him, I immediately fall hysterical. When he hugs me, it just makes it worse but eventually I give up and let him comfort me.
“Fuck, Bella. Since when do you go to parties like this?” Cory asks.
“Since I got dumped, and Beth makes me,” I sniff.
“You dyed your hair,” he says as he pulls my mask off.
“Last week,” I say quietly. I can’t bring myself to look up at him. “You go to the gym?”
“Yeah. I started going when I moved,” he says. “Will you look at me, please?”
“This is just my fucking luck. You know that? Of course, some shit like this would happen to me,” I say with an attitude. Mysudden hostility allows me to break out of my pity party and look up at him. “What the fuck did we do?”
“I mean I could definitely repeat it but I’m pretty sure you don’t need to do that,” he says with a smirk.