Breakfast In Bed

Chapter 30

Joe's POV cont..

I parked the car at the gate, waiting for her to get out, but she was still sitting, holding the door handle, looking confused as if she wanted to say something.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She heaved a sigh and finally asked, "Do you want to come up and stay for a while?"

I smiled at her innocence and accepted her offer. This time, I parked the car inside since the parking lot was empty. She engaged her arms with mine and walked closer, keeping herself warm.

"I think winter will come early this year," she said.

We took the lift and reached her apartment. It was warm inside.

"Take a seat. I will be back soon," she said before vanishing into her bedroom.

I flopped onto the couch and took out my phone, texting Mom that I would be late getting home. I was scrolling through my phone, checking messages and emails when I was distracted by her soothing voice.

"Here," she said, offering a glass of wine.

She had changed into her night suit and was looking hot in her red, silky, knee-length dress, her nipples fully exposed. I took the glass, and she sat beside me, her arm brushing against mine. The touch of her skin sent shivers through my body.

She took a sip and put the glass down on the coffee table.

"I'm glad that you agreed to come. I already took an afternoon nap, and I knew that I wouldn't be feeling sleepy anytime soon."

"I'm glad you invited me! I had nothing to do after I dropped you off. I was planning what to do and was thinking about calling Justine, but I remembered he said something about hanging out with Tamara."

"Let's watch a movie," she suggested, cutting off the topic about Tamara. She picked up the laptop from the table and clicked on Netflix. The account was Trisha's.

"Why are you using Trisha's account?" I asked out of curiosity.

"She gave me and Vero her account to use since she is using Edam's," she explained.

"You can use mine," I offered.

She looked at me and kissed my cheek. "You are very generous, but I'll let you know if I need it," she said before scrolling down, searching for a movie.

I snatched the laptop from her and started downloading Amazon Prime.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just a minute," I said as I finished downloading and signed in to my account.

"Here," I handed her the laptop. She looked at me in surprise.

"I don't need it," she argued again.

"Just in case," I exclaimed.

She scrolled through Amazon Prime and uttered, "It has all the new releases of movies! Wahoo!" She beamed with excitement and kissed me again on my cheek.

"Let's pick a good movie."

She scrolled down and finally clicked on a movie. I had already watched that movie, but I didn't tell her. I could watch the same movie a million times as long as I was watching it with her.

We sipped the wine while watching movies. Suddenly, I heard a light snore and found her fast asleep, leaning on my arm. An hour ago, she told me she had already slept and didn't feel like sleeping. I smiled at her, took the glass from her hand, slowly put it on the table, and paused the movie. I lifted her up and walked toward the bedroom. She was so light. I laid her on the bed and pulled the comforter up to her hips.

As I was about to leave, she grabbed my hand and whispered, "Please don't go. Spend the night with me."

"I will be back," I said and kissed her forehead gently.

I went back to the sitting room and checked if the door was properly locked, then shut down the laptop and switched off the light.

When I returned, she was sleeping peacefully like a baby. I took off my jeans and T-shirt and slid under the comforter. I shifted closer to her, and she snuggled onto my chest. I planted a soft kiss on her lips and closed my eyes. She shifted in her sleep, and I pulled her closer, comforting her.

I didn't know when I drifted off to sleep, but I felt warmth at my private part and became aroused. When I was fully awake, I found her playing with my hard aroused member. I pulled her closer, and she moaned.

"Good morning," she murmured.

"Would you like to have breakfast in bed?" she teased, taking my member fully in her hand, and I groaned in pleasure.

I kissed her lips, and she brushed her nipples harder against my chest. I was on the verge of taking her when she stopped me. I was confused. She was the one who initiated it, so why stop all of a sudden?

She smiled at my confused look and whispered into my ear, "Today, I'm the host."

Saying that, she came on top of me and started kissing all over my body gently and passionately. I was completely losing control.

She moved down and kissed me over my underwear.

"You are hard," she murmured teasingly and slid my underwear down, exposing me. She stared at my aroused member and brushed her fingers against it. She then looked into my eyes and took off her nightdress. She played with her nipples, teasing me.

I tried to grab her breasts, but she pushed me back.

"No, no, no. As I said, I'm the host," she ordered.

"You are killing me, Tina," I groaned.

I traced her panties and found that she was wet. She got on her knees and took off her panties. She then took my member in her hand softly, making me harder. I saw my pre-cum. She lifted her hips slightly, rubbed the tip of my member against her wet clitoris, and moaned in pleasure.

"Please," I pleaded.

She lifted a bit again, and this time, she slipped me inside. It went in so smoothly.

I grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples.She then started going up and down slowly in a rhythm rubbing her vagina against my balls. I was getting out of control.

"Please let me take control", I murdered.

She picked up her pace and started rocking faster, and I knew she would come soon.

I picked up the pace, but it seemed like she was faster than me.

"I'm about to come," she screamed.

I took hold of her hips and helped her move easily.

"Uhhh," she moaned as she reached her climax.

She rested her head on my chest, panting heavily.

"That was fast," I teased.

I moved to one side, still inside her, and flipped her over. It was my turn.

I separated her legs and entered deeper.

"Do you want to come again?" I asked.

"I can't. I'm tired," she explained.

I slid my hands under her butt and lifted her slightly.

"I'll help. Come with me," I encouraged.

She was still panting.

"Okay, I'll try."

I started moving smoothly and passionately, giving her more pleasure. I picked up my pace, at the same time taking her nipples into my mouth, making her moan in pleasure.

I was on the verge of climaxing.

"Come inside me," she uttered.

I was taken aback.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she assured me.

I rocked faster and faster, and she screamed, "I'm going to come again."

I let her finish first because I didn't want to take any risks. When I sensed that she was done, I did two more strokes, pulled out, and released on her.

She smiled and pulled me closer for a kiss, one that felt like an eternity.

Tamara's POV

The night was calm, the sky speckled with stars, and the air carried a crisp chill. I sat on the balcony, my legs tucked under me, my fingers curled around a warm cup of tea. The steam curled into the air, disappearing into the vast darkness above. The quiet of the night settled around me, wrapping me in a strange kind of peace.

And yet, my mind was anything but peaceful.

I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling a warmth bloom in my heart. A warmth I had been too scared to name until now. I was in love with Justin. The realization hit me like a wave, knocking the breath from my lungs. When had it happened? How had I not noticed? Love wasn't just about fluttering hearts or stolen glances. It was about knowing someone was always there, about feeling safe enough to be myself.

It was about him.

Justin.

I exhaled slowly, watching him from the corner of my eye. He sat beside me, leaning against a big cushion, his gaze distant, thoughtful. His tousled hair was slightly messy from the wind, and there was something about his relaxed posture that made my stomach do this weird, annoying flip.

Then, out of nowhere, he spoke.

"I've loved you since the first time I saw you," he said, his voice steady, yet quiet.

My heart stopped.

Wait. What?

I blinked, turning to look at him, convinced I had imagined it. "What?"

He smiled slightly, eyes still fixed on the sky. "The soccer match," he continued, finally meeting my gaze. "That day, you were standing by the sidelines, completely focused on the game. You weren't trying to impress anyone, you weren't pretending to be someone you're not. You were just... you. And then, when you hugged me out of nowhere, congratulating me for scoring the goal... I guess that was the moment."

My mouth opened, then closed. That game had been ages ago. I barely even remembered seeing Justin there, let alone doing anything significant.

I let out a nervous laugh, shaking my head. "You mean to tell me that all this time, you've..."

"Yeah," he cut in, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I've been in love with you since then."

My brain short-circuited.

Justin? The same Justin I had poured my heart out to about Joe? The same Justin I had dragged into my mess, asking for advice on how to get another guy back?

Oh, God.

The guilt hit me like a truck.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "You mean to tell me that while I was crying over Joe like some tragic, heartbroken idiot, you were just... what? Secretly in love with me the whole time?"

He chuckled, completely unfazed. "Pretty much."

I peeked at him through my fingers. "And you never told me?"

He shrugged, looking back up at the sky. "Didn't think the timing was right. And, well... you were in love with Joe."

Ouch.

I winced. "Wow. You really let me make a fool of myself, huh?"

Justin grinned, turning his head to face me. "Nah. I just figured you'd realize it eventually."

I stared at him, my heart twisting in ways I wasn't prepared for. I thought back to all the moments we had shared. The laughter, the late-night conversations, the times he had been there for me without me even asking.

Had I really not noticed?

Or had I just been too afraid to see it?

I swallowed, my fingers tightening around my cup. "I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "For dragging you into all my mess. I had no idea..."

Before I could finish, he stopped me with a shake of his head. "It's okay. I understand you. You don't have to apologize."

That who Justin was. Always patient, always understanding, always putting others first.

I exhaled, feeling something shift inside me. "So, why now?"

He hesitated for a beat, then turned to me fully, his expression serious but soft. "Because I realized I didn't want to wait anymore."

My heart did that annoying flipping thing again.

I swallowed hard. "And what if I said I don't know what I feel?"

He chuckled, leaning back on his elbows. "Then I'd say that's okay. I didn't tell you because I expected anything in return. I just wanted you to know."

Something about that made my chest ache. He wasn't pressuring me. He wasn't asking for an answer right away. He had just... laid it out there, leaving it in my hands.

I hesitated, staring down at my tea, my thoughts tangled. Did I love him? I mean, yes. But was I ready to say it?

I glanced at him, a small smile creeping onto my lips. "You know... that soccer match? I was actually too distracted to pay attention to anything else that day."

Justin raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why's that?"

I shrugged, taking another sip of tea. "Because some guy wouldn't stop staring at me."

His jaw dropped slightly, then he laughed, shaking his head. "Busted."

I grinned, and before I knew it, he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his warmth. I didn't resist.

The night suddenly felt different. Less quiet, less heavy. Maybe I didn't have all the answers yet. Maybe I didn't know exactly what I felt.

But one thing was certain.

I didn't mind figuring it out. With him.

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"Finding true love is like discovering a missing piece. Everything finally feels complete."