Girl Obsessed: A Dark Romance

by Zee Shine Storm

  It felt good, the long, hard length of him lined up against me, the crush of my soft breasts against his solid chest. Jude’s tongue dove in my mouth and swirled while his hands encircled my waist.

  “Mmm,” he said into my mouth and shifted us. “Come up here,” he whispered and lifted me on to the narrow counter with a grunt.

  “Sorry. I’m kind of heavy,” I said to him with an embarrassed look and he gave me a small frown.

  “I like your curves,” he told me solemnly and as if to prove that to me, he swept his hands over my thighs, my waist and then cupped my breasts almost reverently. “God, Riley,” he breathed as though he was entranced by the sight of my impressive cleavage.

  For the first time in my life, I felt proud of my body. And I felt happy that he wasn’t only into slender girls. He wouldn’t be looking at me that way if he was.

  I pushed his hands aside and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my naked breasts to him. His eyes zeroed in on them, slumberous and hungry and his tongue ran over his lips in that characteristic way of his, like he was contemplating something. But then Jude’s hands were on my bare skin, like fire, heating me up and kneading my heavy globes as our lips met again.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he told me while continuing to kiss me and massage my tits.

  I let out another moan and instinctively hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. The taste of him, the heat of him was so fucking invigorating, I closed my eyes and absorbed his very essence in me. Jude began to rock his hips slowly, the hard bulge of his cock through his sweats pushing and rubbing along the slit of my soaked pussy, which was covered only by the thin material of his boxers.

  My arms were twined around his neck and I gritted my teeth as the rising tide of desire washed over me again and again. God, his cock…the way it slid up and down my crotch like that, so raw and needy.

  “Jude,” I gasped as his mouth left mine and he sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck, moving harder against me.

  “You’re soaking my sweats. Jesus,” he said with a groan and gave me another firm kiss before starting to drag my boxers off. “I want to taste you.”

  I watched him do it through a hooded gaze, slumping against the bookshelves and simply giving myself over to him. Once he had removed my boxers, he bent his mouth to my nipple and swirled his tongue around it, causing me to utter a soft cry. That liquid heat of his mouth completely drugged me until I found my own hands moving to the waistband of his sweats and pushing them down.

  Jude straightened to help me do it properly and that was when every part of me just froze.

  I stared at him. At his dick. Fucking hell. That was…that was…

  It was so thick and dripping with precum, the head swollen and pink and the length of it proud and jutting against his stomach. I’d never seen one up close like this and it scared the hell out of me.

  Jude glanced at my face, noticed my stiffness and frowned.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head, feeling my cheeks warm at this insanely virginal reaction of mine.

  “Is it…are you…I’m not sure-“

  “Riley, I thought you said you have a lover,” he said to me a little roughly, his voice thick and raspy.

  I didn’t want my lie to be exposed. Well, it hadn’t exactly been a lie. I did have a lover. In my fantasies, it was him. Always him. I had been describing him the way I pictured him in my head.

  “He…he isn’t… Jude, I don’t think…”

  God, why couldn’t I string a fucking coherent sentence together? It was like my brain had turned to mush at the sight of his enormous cock.

  “That’s okay,” he said tightly, bending to pull up his pants and tucking himself in. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

  I looked at him miserably, not sure how to explain this to him. He wasn’t going to like it. If I told him I’d been lying about having a lover and that I was, in fact, a virgin, he would never touch me again. I mean, why would he? He was a grown man and could get easier access to sex anywhere. Why would he waste his time, trying to make sure I had a good first experience? Why would he forego his enjoyment just to be careful with me?

  “I’m sorry,” I said softly, bowing my head.

  He stepped away and then picked up my boxers before handing them to me.

  “Please don’t be,” he replied quietly. “I told you…you don’t have to do this because you feel under pressure or coerced-“

  “No,” I said loudly at once and he started. “No, Jude,” I added in a milder tone. “I never felt that way at all, not even for a second. You’re amazing. I just-“

  “You feel guilty?” he guessed and nodded to himself. “About the cheating. I get it. It’s okay.”

  My brows slanted together because honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about Jennifer right now. I had momentarily forgotten she even existed.

  “Yeah,” I lied, seizing on that excuse momentarily even while I considered giving him the right explanation.

  Jude let out a breath. “I’m sorry too,” he murmured and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess this means you’re not going to show up to work tomorrow, huh? I just made things so awkward.”

  I wanted to pull him back to me and hold him close, keep him in my arms for the rest of the night. I wanted to be that girl who was experienced in sex and knew exactly what to do, how to please him.

  “Please don’t feel bad,” I replied softly. “I’m okay. I just…got a little nervous.”

  His response was to smile a little before turning away. “Don’t worry about it, Riley. Have a good night,” was the last thing he said to me before disappearing upstairs.

  Chapter 19

  Jude

  After locking my bedroom door behind me, I walked straight into the bathroom, my brain refusing to function until I found a release from the physical agony I was in. I removed my clothes, got under the shower and wasted no time in soaping myself, my cock, lathering it up and then pumping it hurriedly.

  God, I needed to come so bad. Gritting my teeth, I braced a hand against the tiles and pulled on my shaft, roughly and quickly, feeling like some junkie who couldn’t wait for his next hit. My balls tightened in a few seconds and my eyes rolled as I groaned deeply, cum shooting out of my cock like a fucking fountain.

  I squeezed all of it out, every last drop, not seizing my stroking until I had completely drained myself. When I was done, I breathed hard, keeping my eyes closed and head bowed while trying to clear the haze in my brain. A small smile curved my lips as I felt satisfaction spread across my body and I washed myself quickly before heading back inside the bedroom.

  For a long time, I lay in bed and just looked up at the ceiling, thinking hard. I didn’t want to cheat on Jennifer but I couldn’t deny my attraction to Riley anymore. Although, I would have to tamp it down, now that I knew she wasn’t sure about sleeping with me. I hadn’t meant to scare her like that but…I found it really strange.

  She was twenty-two years old and had just told me this morning that she had a lover who fucked ‘like a dream’. I rolled my eyes at that. Obviously, he didn’t fuck like one because she acted like she had never seen an erect penis before in her life.

  My phone beeped and I tried not to look at it at first because I knew who it was. Recently, I had logged out of all my social media accounts except for that one. But my hand picked up the damned thing anyway and I read the message because I couldn’t help myself.

  Are you asleep? - @wynnie

  I sighed and typed back. Yes. Stop disturbing me.

  She replied at once. I can’t sleep either. Sometimes it gets so lonely…in my head.

  I looked at the message for a long time before turning on my side to stare at the emptiness of my bed. I felt lonely too. Not because I missed Jennifer but because…nobody seemed to care about Jude anymore. The world just wanted J. R. Knight. Everything I did was connected to that name. I frowned deeply, trying to shut out these thoughts. What did it matter? I had chosen t
his life for myself. I had wanted the glory.

  After typing out one final message, I turned my phone off and put it away firmly.

  It gets lonely in my head too sometimes…Wynnie.

  …

  Riley was gone when I woke up the next morning. The bed in the guest room was less immaculately made than the way Jennifer preferred and the clothes she had worn were in the hamper but apart from that, there was hardly any sign that she had ever spent the night here. I had to go to the hospital around eleven and I noticed that she had left notes for my appointment on the desk calendar and highlighted it in yellow.

  After making myself some coffee, I headed back inside the office to get some writing done. At around ten, Riley still hadn’t shown up, called or emailed and I started to grow worried. Last night had been such a huge mistake. She was too young, barely in her mid-twenties and she worked for me. I had put her in an uncomfortable position. It didn’t matter that she found me attractive as well. That was no excuse to take advantage of her when she was supposed to feel safe while spending the night at my place.

  I buried my fingers in my hair and closed my eyes, thinking that I should drop by her place on my way back from the hospital and apologize to her personally, promise her that I wasn’t going to act like that again and that she could trust me. She didn’t have to give up her job over this. Riley loved this job. She was so passionate about it and worked really hard every single day.

  The appointment at the hospital took about three hours. I met up with the assistant head surgeon and manager and they were both very helpful and accommodating, allowing me to observe what I wanted while remaining discreet. It wasn’t about the technicality for me as much as it was about getting a feel of the environment and emotions involved so that I could recreate it in my novel and make sure it packed a powerful punch.

  At twenty minutes past three, I reached Riley’s apartment and rang the doorbell. An old lady answered which threw me off because she had told me she lived alone. Once I recovered from my surprise, I introduced myself before inquiring about my assistant and the lady told me that she had neither heard of a Riley Benson nor of any J. R. Knight. Feeling utterly confused, I nodded to her and turned to leave but that was when I spotted her.

  She was getting out of a cab just in front of the next building which appeared to be some kind of shabby motel and after adjusting the bags in her hands, she walked inside the place with the confidence of someone who had done it a dozen times before. I stood there and breathed in slowly, trying not to feel the bout of disappointment or anger that threatened to erupt from inside me. I hated it when people lied to me. I fucking hated it.

  Without bothering to go and confront her, I got back inside my car and drove off, apology be damned.

  Chapter 20

  Wynter

  It was five pm by the time I finally felt ready to show up at Jude’s place. I knew I should have called or emailed him but I hadn’t been sure when I would come back here after the disaster that was last night. My reaction in the office had been mortifying and made me feel like I had pushed him away for good. And then there was that Twitter message. When Jude had confessed he felt lonely too, it had taken all of my willpower not to go to his room, crawl into his arms and tell him that he would never have to feel that way again if I was with him. Pathetic.

  The emotions that had raged through me combined with unfulfilled desire had made sleep very, very difficult. I kept imagining him in his room, in his bed, naked and drowsy. I kept fighting the urge not to go to him. And what would I have done if I had gone there? Started fucking shuddering at the sight of his erect cock? Pathetic times a million.

  But it was fine now. I had taken care of my little problem this morning. I’d lain in bed in my motel room after leaving his place, had started to fantasize hard about him and all the things I wanted him to do to me, gotten as wet as a leaking faucet and then used the new dildo I had bought to fuck myself until my hymen had broken. I’d gritted my teeth and done it and even though the toy hadn’t been as big as Jude’s dick, I figured it would do the trick. I’d needed several hours of sleep to get over the soreness and discomfort afterwards.

  Then I’d taken a warm compress to my vagina, eaten some soup and chocolates and told myself it hadn’t been so bad for a first time. I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I didn’t have to be afraid of having a dick inside me. I wasn’t shying away from him this time. Not tonight.

  He was in the living room watching TV when I entered the house. When he saw me, he lowered the cup of coffee he had been drinking from and regarded me gravely, standing there with one hand in his pocket and wearing nothing but slacks.

  Oh so he did walk around shirtless in the house, just not when I was in here.

  “Hi, I’m so sorry, Jude. I know I’ve been really unprofessional today but I can explain. Please just let me explain,” I said earnestly as I dropped my purse on a sofa and moved towards him.

  What kind of assistant showed up at her boss’ house at five in the afternoon in this manner? Wynter Cassidy, the psycho-stalker, that was who.

  He appeared angry and I hesitated as I reached him, trying not to glance at his bare chest and drool. Jude let his eyes travel slowly over my body before they finally settled on my face. I knew I looked different. I was wearing a short, red dress that showed off my curves and my hair was in a casual ponytail. No glasses. Expertly done make-up. This afternoon, I had gone shopping and also visited a salon. I hadn’t come to Jude’s place today because I was interested in work.

  “Let’s hear it then, Riley,” he drawled as he finished his coffee and sat the cup down. “I’m all ears.”

  I licked my lips and watched his eyes zero in on them at once, at the peach-pink lip gloss that was shining there. I might have pouted a little for added effect.

  “I was…a little sore…after last night,” I told him in a breathy voice.

  He narrowed his penetrating gaze at me, probably trying to figure out what I meant.

  “I mean, you rubbed me pretty hard through the fabric so I got chaffed.”

  At my blatant explanation, Jude’s face lost a little colour and he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

  “I’m better now though. I took care of it,” I continued hurriedly. “And also, I wasn’t sure if continuing to work for you was the best idea so I didn’t inform you about my plans. But I had time to think about it and I realized I love my job too much. I mean, I’m really into it. And you know I’m good. I work well with you. So please let me continue. There won’t be a repeat of this. Ever. I promise.”

  After my little speech, Jude continued to study me and I shifted on my feet, feeling like this was my first day of high school all over again. I’d wanted approval and had been nervous about not being good enough. About being judged.

  “I need you to tell me your address again,” he spoke up after a minute in a deadly serious tone. “Your real address, Riley. Please do not lie to me.”

  I widened my eyes at him, my heartbeats accelerating at his request. The look in his eyes, so dark, like a warning. Fuck. He knew. Somehow, he had found out that I had lied to him about where I lived. The only explanation I could think of was that he had dropped by at the place I had told him I lived and found somebody else there. Damn it. I knew I should have checked to see if anyone had moved into that house.

  I swallowed hard as he continued to give me that ‘don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me-again’ look and then I took a deep breath before launching into an explanation about not being financially independent enough to rent an apartment yet (which was true) and how I hadn’t wanted people to feel sorry for me or bear Jennifer’s mockery so I had kept my real address a secret. That the motel offered a cheap monthly deal if you stayed long-term and I just hadn’t been ready to move out and live on my own after the fall-out with my parents.

  I tried not to tear up but talking about it felt so overwhelming. To tell him about my situation just amplified how alone I felt and how he was all that kept me anc
hored. If Jude turned me away now, I would…

  I would go back to that dark place from which he had dragged me out of, unknowingly, with his words. There was no saving that Wynter. Not without Jude.

  He stepped towards me then and I tensed, bracing myself for his rejection or his disapproval. Why would he even care about my personal problems when he was this hot-shot author who could get another assistant at the drop of a hat? Someone without all this baggage.

  “Are you still sore?” he asked me quietly and I stared at him, blinking.

  “Umm…”

  “I just want to know. If you need to rest-”

  “I don’t.” I shook my head in emphasis. “I’m fine.”

  He regarded me with slightly lowered brows and after a few seconds, seemed satisfied with my answer. “I was just going to cook something for dinner,” he told me in a lighter tone. “Would you like to stay?”

  The tiniest trace of a smile teased my mouth when I realized that he was actually okay, not angry anymore or determined to get rid of me. And what a question he had asked. I planned to do more than just stay for dinner tonight. I planned to make him mine once and for all. No backing out this time. And if the way his eyes kept drifting surreptitiously to my body was any indication, I didn’t believe I would be facing much protest.

  “Can I help?”

  The aroma emanating from the kitchen as Jude cooked was mouth-watering. I had been inside the office for the past hour, trying to catch up on the work I had missed today and also, going through the voice notes Jude had made during his hospital appointment to make sense of the research and get it typed and printed out in a style that made a little more sense.

  For that one hour, the sound of his voice coming in through the recorder kept me smiling and alert. I loved the way he dictated. Most of it was pure rambling that only he could perfectly analyze but after over two weeks of working with him, I was starting to figure out what he meant when he talked like that, what was really on his mind.