Obsession (Stalker #1)

by Alice C. Hart

  She passes back the joint and I take it, even though I’m feeling pretty good.

  “Oh well, thank fuck, because now I won’t have to kick his ass,” I say. She howls with laughter.

  Abby gets giddy when she’s on the pot and it’s funny as fuck. She lights up a cigarette and tells me to do the same because it will increase your buzz after you smoke a joint. She was not wrong. I’m fucked in a nice calm, floaty kind of way. A sense of peace has come over me and I feel fantastic and maybe a bit horny. I think we need to go inside. I know we need to talk; it seems we always need to talk about something, but how can I possibly concentrate like this. Abby is in sweats and she still looks fucking sexy as hell.

  “Abby, let’s go inside, babe, and talk for a minute before we can’t anymore,” I chuckle at her and she giggles.

  I love that sound and could listen to it all day.

  Our little party gets moved inside.

  Abby

  Jake and I move inside so we can talk. It seems we always have to talk about something and I wish we didn’t have to; I wish things could just be. I’m feeling all kinds of good right now and I suppose this makes it easier for me. Jake goes to grab us some pop and munchies, thank God, because I’m totally pasty and could use a drink. He gets everything situated before us.

  “Baby, let’s see how this week goes with everything going on. I plan on driving us into work tomorrow and for the rest of the week. We will act normal at work, like nothing has changed. Sound good?” Jake grabs the chips and opens the bag, stuffing his face with Doritos.

  “Yeah, sounds good. I’m not an actress or anything, but I’m sure I can pull it off. Jake, I just want to say thanks. For everything. For loving me, for basically rescuing me from whatever the hell is going on at my place, for letting me and my cat stay with you, it means the world to me.” I grab the Doritos from him and start licking the cheese off before eating the chip. It’s how I roll.

  “Baby, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” He cups my face and pulls me to him for a kiss; slowly, tantalizing, breathtaking, and it feels so good. I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself up against him, opening my mouth. I love when he takes charge of me. There is something so…freeing.

  He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes. “I think it’s time for bed.” He’s grinning that cocky grin I love so much.

  “I agree.” I get up and Jake grabs me, scoops me up, and carries me to the bedroom. “Jake, oh my shit, you don’t have to carry me!!! My God, if you don’t put me down, I’m probably going to break your back.”

  “Shhh, baby, I’ve got you. Always.”

  Holy fuck, my heart is all pitter-patter like. He gently carries me into the bedroom and places me on my feet. I feel like he just carried me over the threshold and that is a good feeling.

  “Lift your arms,” he commands. I do as I’m told and lift them. I feel him peeling my jacket off. He stops to admire me. He then slides my yoga pants off, being careful to remove one foot at a time. I’m left in my bra and underwear and he’s staring at me. His eyes darken. I know what he wants and I want it, too. There is no fighting it. “Baby, you are so fucking beautiful.” He makes me blush.

  I reach behind and unclasp my bra, freeing the girls, and let it fall to the floor. He grins, saying, “Someone is eager.” He takes off his shirt and throws it to the floor while staring at me, and undoes the one button on his jeans. I sink to my knees immediately. I want him so bad. I reach up, and while looking at him, undo his zipper. Right at my eye level, I can’t help noticing his rather large bulge. I slide his jeans and boxer briefs down and his cock springs free, nearly poking me in the eye. He steps one leg and then the other from his clothes. I run my hands up and down his muscular legs while pulling him closer to me. Grabbing his cock, I lick my lips, and look up at him.

  “Mmmmmm.” I open my mouth and slide him in. I grasp his cock with one hand, grabbing his ass with the other and I pull him closer to me. I don’t know if I can take him all in my mouth.

  “Abby, FUCK! Baby, you don’t know how good that feels,” he growls, which only encourages me.

  I find a rhythm when he places his hands on my head and puts me at the pace he wants. Fuck, his cock is going to choke me. I try to relax my throat to take him all the way inside and it seems impossible. I don’t think I’m a deep throat kind of girl. With his hands on my head and my hands on his ass, I suck his cock like it’s my last fucking meal. I may not be able to be a porn star and deep throat, but that doesn’t mean I can’t suck a mean cock.

  “Abby, fuck. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come and I don’t think I can pull out.”

  I look up and see him looking down at me, and I fucking smile. “Give it to me, baby,” I say, my mouth stuffed with cock. I go full force, his hands on my head, pushing me faster and faster. My nails are no doubt leaving marks embedded in his ass, and I hear the most animalistic growl I’ve ever heard in my life.

  “FUCK, baby! Here I come!” I slow my pace slightly as the hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat. I wait until I’m sure I’ve captured all of it before swallowing it all down. Lightly licking and suckling, I look up at him before pulling my head away.

  “Holy shit, baby, I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Come here.”

  He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. He doesn’t care that I just swallowed a boatload of his jism; he fucking kisses me anyway and swoops his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath. Wait, is he moving me backwards?

  “I need to taste your sweet million dollar pussy right fuckin’ now.” All of a sudden, I’m pushed backwards onto the bed and he’s sliding off my underwear. “Open,” he commands, again.

  Who am I to argue? My legs fall to the sides and I’m spread eagle before him.

  “Fuck me, I’m going to make you scream, baby.” He grabs me by my hips and pulls me towards the end of the bed. He gets down on his knees. He trails light kisses up the insides of my legs before placing a gentle lick right from my ass to clit.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” I mumble.

  “No, baby, not Jesus. You call my name.” He continues licking and licking and I feel him use his fingers to open up my pussy lips. He spreads them, continuing the deliciously slow assault on my pussy.

  “Jake, fuck.” I writhe on the bed. I’m trying to push my pussy right into his face, grabbing his head to keep him there.

  “I’m not going anywhere, babe, but if you want, you can try to hang on for the ride.”

  I look down at him and his eyes are hooded, and all I see is lust and desire. I throw my head back onto the bed, while letting go of his. He opens my legs as wide as they will go and I feel his hot breath on my pussy. The anticipation is killing me.

  “Jake, please,” I beg. I feel him, nose first, inhaling my scent.

  “God damn, you smell so sweet.” He licks and licks and I want more. I’m a greedy bitch.

  “More please,” I moan, hoping for some finger action.

  “Tell me baby, tell me what you want.” I feel the whisper of his words against my pussy.

  “I want your fingers inside while you lick me.” I may or may not sound a little eager. He gives me another lick and slowly inserts what I’m pretty sure is two fingers all the way to his knuckles. “Oh fuck, YESSSSSS.” I move my hips in a circular motion and I cannot stop the sounds coming from my mouth.

  “Baby, tell me if you’re gonna come, ok,” he instructs me as I mumble,

  “Fuck, oh my God, don’t fucking stop.” While he continues to fuck me with his fingers, and nibble on my clit, I feel him move a little lower… What the fuck? Is he? Oh shit, I feel him using his fingers and I know he’s using all the wetness coming from me to coat my ass.

  “Has anyone ever been inside before?” he says, fingering me.

  “Nobody,” I pant.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. Do you trust me?”

  I immediately answer, “Fuck yes!” And that’s when he
slips a single finger into my ass. Holy hell, it feels fucking awesome! Jake is fingering my ass while licking my pussy, and I can’t stop the orgasm tearing through my body if I tried.

  “I’m going to come, holy shit, Jake, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” I’m so dizzy and didn’t even notice he withdrew his finger from my ass. He’s standing over me now and grabs my hips and flips me over.

  “Get on all fours,” he commands.

  I do what the fuck I’m told. I’m totally down and kind of loving it when he’s all bossy with me. It’s fucking hot as hell. My ass is bared to him and I’m not even a hint self-conscious like I normally would be. Nobody has ever done this to me before. SMACK! “Ahhhh!” Is all I’m able to get out as he smacks my ass, grabs a hold of my cheeks, and thrust his cock inside my pussy.

  “Holy shit!” I scream as he starts to pump away at a slow, rhythmic pace which has me trying to back myself up closer to him. “More please!” I’m begging and I don’t care.

  “Fuck, Abby, you’re going to make me come again, baby. God damn, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” I feel him as he spreads my ass cheeks open again. He inserts one finger in, while his thrusts get faster and faster. I feel my fucking toes curl.

  “HOLY FUCK, JAKE. I’m coming!” I scream and feel my pussy contract around his rock hard cock.

  “HOLY FUCK, SHITJESUSMOTHERFUCKER!”

  I feel the hot liquid shooting inside of me. I can actually feel his cock pulsating inside my pussy. I fall into a heap on the bed and he falls on top of my back. We are both panting like nobody’s business.

  I can’t even move and feel spent. I also can’t breathe… “Uh, Jake, can you get off me?” He rolls over and off, and I let out a sigh of relief. I can breathe again.

  “Sorry, baby, I couldn’t move for a bit,” he chuckles. “Abby, that was the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. Come here, babe.” He pulls me to him and he kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then a soft kiss on my lips, whispering softly, “I love you, baby.”

  I can’t stop the smile that spreads upon my face if I tried.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper back, and gently peck his swollen lips. Look at me, all mushy and shit. Who would’ve thought?

  I make my way to the bathroom to clean up, and on my way back out I stop by his closet to grab a T-shirt to sleep in. I’m not normally down with sleeping naked. I notice a guitar and wonder if Jake has a secret talent that I’ve yet to discover. I mean, why would you have a guitar if you don’t play, right?

  I emerge from the closet in his T-shirt and his smile beams at me.

  “Do you always have to look so fuckin’ hot? I love seeing you in my clothes.”

  I get back in bed. He gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom to clean up. Jake returns, naked, and climbs back into bed with me. I flip over on my side to snuggle into him. I rather enjoy spooning and he gets the hint. He molds himself to my body, wrapping his arms around me. I’ve never felt as loved as I do, right now, in this moment.

  “Good night, Jake,” I whisper softly, feeling his arms give me a squeeze.

  “Good night, Abby,” he breathes softly into my ear.

  “Abby?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m never going to let you go,”

  “Promise?”

  “I do, baby, you’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”

  He kisses the back of my head and sleep takes over me.

  Abby

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!…“No, no, no, I don’t want to get up yet,” I growl. I hate mornings like you wouldn’t believe. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

  “Oh my God, make it stop! Make it stop, please!” I feel Jake roll over and hear him hit the button, silencing the annoying noise. He rolls back over to me and pulls me to his chest.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he says softly to the back of my head. I growl at him. He chuckles. “Not a morning person, babe?”

  “I’m not a fan of five thirty in the morning when we’ve barely had any sleep,” I mutter into my pillow.

  “Let’s go get in the shower, it will wake us up.”

  Jake leaves the comfiness of our bed and goes to start the shower. I’m stubborn as fuck in the morning and I don’t want to move right now. Jake emerges from the bathroom and he’s naked, and looking fine. This may be the only way to wake my ass up.

  “Abby, the shower is hot and waiting for us.” He stands with his arms across his chest.

  “Ugh, fine. I’m coming.” I get out of bed and pull the T-shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor with attitude. Jake chuckles at me again. I pad to the bathroom behind Jake. He steps into the shower and pulls me in with him. I let the spray beat down on me and it feels so good. We soap each other up. I shampoo my hair and he massages my scalp and it might just put me back to sleep again. It feels so good. He’s got such big hands and he’s making my legs feel like Jell-O.

  There is no playtime this morning because we have to battle traffic downtown to get to work today. I can’t believe we are going to be driving in together. People will talk and speculate as soon as they see us. Rumors run rampant where we work.

  We are dried off and getting ready. We are moving around easily in the bathroom. I suppose the double vanity helps; we each have space. This really is a kick ass bathroom with a separate tub and shower. Jake is done before me, since it only takes guys all of five minutes to get ready. I need to blow dry my hair, slap on a little makeup, and spritz a bit of perfume and walk through it.

  Why do I wear perfume at a homeless shelter, you wonder? Because it smells like fucking feet and whatever else is rotting in there. Homeless dudes don’t smell that great. I always rub a little bit of scented lotion below my nose so that’s all I smell. It helps, but eventually wears off. You would think that after seven years there I’d be used it, but NO! There is no getting used to that smell.

  I emerge from the bathroom wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I’m ready to roll. I find Jake in the kitchen and it looks like he’s packing our lunches. Shit, that’s so fucking sweet. I haven’t had my lunch packed for me since grade school by my mom. Oh, I should call her later.

  “Are you packing our lunches?” I question, even though I already know the answer.

  “Yes, we need to eat and I will pack them separately so it’s not suspicious. Are you about ready? We need to hit Tim Horton’s on the way in, and it’s my turn to buy the coffees.”

  He packs everything up and he’s ushering me to the door. “I can’t be late, baby, I’m supervising, so let’s roll.” Jake grabs our jackets from the closet. I grab my purse, put on my Converse, and I’m good to go. Jake is locking the door behind me. “We need to get you a key, maybe after work tonight,” he says, and I know it’s not a suggestion.

  “Right, a key, yeah,” I mutter. Jake moves towards the Jeep and opens my door for me and helps me in, with an obvious ass grab. He’s a bit chipper in the mornings and I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.

  Our first stop is Tim’s and the line is ginormous, of course. Tim Horton’s is like crack for Canadians. We love it and can’t get enough. I’m not a coffee drinker, but the steeped tea is fantastic. It’s finally our turn and Jake orders six coffees, a steeped tea, a bottle of orange juice, and two breakfast sandwiches. Seriously. It takes a few minutes for our order and the lady at the drive-thru hands him our stuff.

  “Just put the trays between your feet and they won’t spill,” he instructs, handing everything over to me. He hands me a breakfast sandwich with an orange juice and tells me to eat. Fuckin’ bossy. “It will make you feel better and you will have more energy if you eat something, baby,” he says sweetly, knowing I don’t like to be bossed around. But he’s right.

  Jake maneuvers through traffic with ease considering this stretch of highway is always a disaster. He takes the Lakeshore instead of the QEW and I love that he did. The scenery down this way is beautiful. We both finish our sandwiches and light up our smokes while laughing at each other. Smokers
love to smoke after eating. I know, I know. We shouldn’t smoke, but we do and that’s that.

  By the time we finish our smokes, we are pulling into the tiny parking lot at The Shelter. Some of the night staff is leaving and some of the day staff are rolling in. I know that everyone sees us together. Whatever. Fuck it. It is what it is and I’m still going to act ”normal,” whatever that means. I don’t think I know how to be any other way than myself. Jake lifts my hand to his mouth and gives me a quick kiss.

  He looks at me. “You ready, babe?”

  “Yeah, let’s do this,” I say with mock enthusiasm. I laugh.

  We emerge from the confines of the Jeep, grabbing our stuff for the day and make our way inside. Everyone is saying good morning to us. They don’t seem to be looking at us weird. Hmmm, maybe we will go unnoticed?

  We make our way to The Shelter’s second floor office for staff and walk in. Everyone is saying hello and goodbye. It’s always a clusterfuck when shifts are changing. Jake and last night’s supervisor are in their own little office going over their shift change. All the day staff, including me, just hang out and wait till the supervisors are finished. They will post the rundown of where we are to be today and lead us through our mini morning meeting. That’s when we are updated on anything of importance that happened over the weekend.

  They come out and Jake posts the rundown of where we are all supposed to be today. He tells us about a few incidents which involved the police having to come, again. This is not an unusual activity around here. I look at the rundown and see that I’m on INTAKES. This means that I will be booking in all new residents today and whoever got booked out last night. I’m cool with that. I grab my walkie-talkie and head to my post on the first floor. The first floor is where the dining room, TV room, and common areas are. The second floor is where the dorms are. I see that there is already someone waiting in the reception area. I hope his wait hasn’t been long. I hate to make people wait.