Stalked For Love

by Royale, KC

  He set the pitcher of lemonade on the table, along with the plated turkey sandwiches he’d made. He was tossing the salad, when she came outside, and as he looked up, his heart stopped at the sight of her. She had on blue jeans, a white camisole top and some flats. “Hi?” She uttered.

  “Hello, I was just, umm…preparing lunch for us,” he nervously explained, while he gazed at her. He then took a deep breath. “Jessica, you’re so beautiful, baby,” she blushed, and walked over to him and gave him a hug. He immediately dropped the utensils on the table, and pulled her closer to him.

  With each breath of her, he could feel his erection hardening to the point of popping the teeth of the zipper of his jeans. He needed to calm himself down. “You smell so good, baby. Please, come and eat, I’m sure you’re hungry,” he stated.

  “I am. Thank you for making lunch…this really looks great,” she smiled warmly at him.

  “You’re welcome. I have Greek salad, and turkey clubs for us today,” he smiled.

  “Where is this chicken you’re so excited for me to taste?” She teased.

  “That’s for dinner. It has to be properly marinated for at least ten hours. Some things are worth the wait, baby,” he kissed her hair and leaned in, pulling her chair out as she sat down. He then sat across from her and smiled, knowing that this was the first of many lunches, they would have together.

  He smiled as they talked and ate, she didn’t want to talk about what happened and he didn’t object, because neither did he. He just wanted to be with her, and he couldn’t hide his excitement. Who could blame him?

  ***

  After an amazing dinner, paired with some amazing wine, I was feeling restless as we sat on the couch, snuggling and watching a film. I had so much to think about, and not enough time to do it. I appreciated Thomas’ hospitality and warmth, but I needed to figure out what was going on here. I had so many questions that I couldn’t answer to save my life. Being as though my life was obviously at stake here, I needed to figure this out and fast.

  “Hey? Are you okay?” He murmured.

  “No, I’m thinking about what’s happening to me. I just don’t understand it, why me?”

  “Things happen to everyone, baby. You have to stay calm, and figure out what your next move is,” he murmured into my hair, pulling me closer.

  “That sounds about right, but I just can’t figure out who this stalker is. I mean, this all started back when I was going to the university, but no one believed me,” I explained, and could feel him shift, before he kissed my head softly.

  “So, you had seen someone back then, you’d said?” He inquired.

  “I did, twice. One of those times he actually saved me from getting hit by a truck, when I was drunk one night.”

  “Did he now? So, he stalked you and cared enough to save you? That doesn’t sound right.”

  “I know, that’s what so confusing. Why scare me half to death and then feel the need to save me, so you can continue to scare me? Maybe all this is a sign, maybe I should move back home to Michigan. I don’t need some maniac following me, and being able to break into my house whenever he feels like it. I’ve never had this issue before I moved here for school.” Maybe moving back home wasn’t a bad idea. My parents would support my decision on that, they’d actually encourage it.

  “Maybe it will stop, now that the police are involved?” He offered.

  “Maybe, but what if he comes back to my place, or my next place? I hardly have anyone here with me now, and I can’t live my life on the edge of insanity. Regardless of my neighbors, my job…and you, I will be alone a lot. That makes me a target for him, and I’m scared, Thomas,” I exhaled, as his arms tightened around me, as I lay on his chest.

  “Baby, don’t worry. You can live with me and I will take you to and from work, I will keep you safe,” he stated firmly, I pulled up to look at him, we were face-to-face as he ran his fingers through my hair, his mouth parting as his eyes lowered to my lips.

  “Thank you…for everything, but… I didn’t graduate college to become your housemate, and for you to become my personal protection detail.”

  “Protection detail?” He repeated, and looked as to be considering that idea. “I like that and I think that is a great idea, baby. I will hire someone to be with you while you’re out; they will make sure you get to where you’re going safely, and bring you back home, with me.”

  “Home with you?” I asked.

  “Yes, home with me. I want you here with me, every day,” he stated, before leaning forward and placing a lingering kiss onto my lips. “And every night,” he muttered, and kissed my lips again and I kissed him back. As his hands found my waist, I began to climb up and straddle him. I poured all of my frustration and anxiety into the kiss. I kissed him as if I needed him to breathe, to live... to love. My hands were in his hair, and his hands were now on my behind, pushing me further onto him. I began grinding against his erection, as we deepened the kiss. Oh god!

  A few moments later he pulled back from the kiss, and as I opened my eyes they immediately locked with his. His eyes were burning into mine, as he gently cupped one side of my face with his palm. "Oh baby," he uttered, his voice strained and breathless. I then placed my palm over his hand that cupped my face, my eyes never leaving his. I turned toward it and placed a soft kiss onto the inside of his palm, before I turned back to look at him. His face was blank and intense, I couldn't figure out what it was he thinking. He almost looked lost.

  "Kiss me," I whispered close to his mouth as my hand tightened in his hair. Then he kissed me, no hold bars kissing. I could feel him trembling beneath me as he held me close. I moaned into the kiss, as did he, as he tugged my bottom lip with his teeth. Then he grabbed my waist, and stood with me as my legs wrapped around his waist. He slowly lowered me down to the floor, as he pulled his lips from mine. I stood there, watching him, as he took off his shirt and then mine.

  “Take off your pants, baby. I want you to sit on my face,” he muttered, before he took off his pants, as I continued to undress. I was still nervous about all of this, and now I was even more nervous about it all.

  “Thomas?” I uttered, as he sat down on the cream colored bear skinned rug before me, in only his white boxer briefs. He leaned his head backwards, arching his neck onto the couch, as I just looked at him. I had never done that before, and me standing here in front of him, stark naked, didn’t ease my anxiety one bit. I never would have thought I’d be one who could actually say that, I’d sat on my Professor’s face, and he sucked me into an orgasm. But the look of hunger in his eyes was so naughty, and very sexy as he gazed at my nakedness. Oh God! He then reached out his hand, and I immediately took it as he pulled me towards him.

  “Thomas, wait. I’ve never done that, and I…”

  “Don’t worry, I will guide you, baby. I just want to submerge myself into your sweetness, while you ride my face,” he uttered darkly, as he smiled wickedly at me. Oh God!

  He then placed both hands around my thighs, while he licked his lips and I smiled at him. I lowered myself onto the couch, one knee at a time, on either side of his face. As he held onto my thighs, guiding me higher up on him. I then leaned forward, placing my hands on the couch in front of me, for leverage.

  With a loud groan, he palmed my hips and pushed me all the way down, exactly where he wanted me, and began to suck on my clitoris. All it took was a few shorts moments, before I felt a rush of heat and moisture covering me. As he continued to suckle me, at just the right time, with the perfect amount of pressure. I began subtle movements against his mouth, before he began to thrust his tongue in and out of me.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered, as I found myself surrendering to the pleasure. He now held my ass in both his hands, pushing me further into him, and at the rhythm we’d created together. I moaned as I felt his tongue slowly circling my clitoris, and with precision. “Oh, yes,” I moaned loudly, as his tongue delved deeper inside me, as one of hands laid flat on my upper back, controlling
his tongue thrusts. As I continued to ground my hips onto his face, I could hear him moaning into me, as his mouth worked wonders on me.

  “Professor… my God,” I breathed, as my inner walls contracted around his tongue, and I felt as if I was going to die from pleasure. I continued to ride his face, with no conviction, as my orgasm was vastly approaching. He groaned into me repeatedly as he devoured me, taking me higher than I’ve ever been before.

  When my orgasm hit, he gripped my ass tighter, as my arms and legs became severely weakened, causing me to lose my stance. He sucked on me hard, as I screamed out causing me to fall over even more over his head and onto the couch, as I continued to writhe in pleasure. Before I knew it, he had lifted me from his mouth and seconds later, I was on all fours on the couch.

  With a deep growl, he slammed into me, from behind. He moved at his own pace from behind me, as he took my body, moaning and growling with each thrust. I screamed out with each sharp and powerful thrust of his hips, as my body desperately tried to suck him in even more.

  “Mine-thrust-All-mine-thrust,” he groaned. “Give it to me baby-thrust-thrust-now-thrust,” he growled, as he continued to pound into me hard, deep, and relentlessly. He smacked my ass, extracting a deep guttural groan from me as he groped me closer to him.

  “Oh, God… oh yes,” I moaned, as he took my body to pleasures I’d never known before. We both continued to cry out, as he groped my ass and aggressively palmed my breasts, while swearing loudly.

  “Fuck Fuck Fuckkkk!” He yelled, as he grabbed a fist full of my hair. Sounds of intense love making covered the house, and probably the block. We were so loud, and completely full of one another. This was animal sex and I loved it, with him. “Come with me, baby… Jessica,” he growled.

  “Oh yes, harder… fuck me, Thomas,” I cried out.

  “Oh, Jessica...baby,” he breathed, his voice was strained, almost hoarse as his thrusts picked up speed. We came together, each in a burst of splendor as we jerked and shook around each other. Incredible! He then pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips and my forehead reverently, as we snuggled closer.

  A few minutes later, I found myself dozing off while listening to the steady beating if his heart, as I lay on his chest. As we both were still trying to control our breathing.

  * * *

  An hour of resting on the couch had helped him to recover from the hot and explosive sex they’d just had. He hadn’t meant to be that rough with her, but when she touches him and needs him, he at times turns into animal. She was now fast asleep in his arms, and he moved slowly to carry her to bed. He didn’t want her to wake up alone and scared, so he carried her to his bed, exactly where he wanted her to be anyway.

  He lowered her under the covers and slipped in beside her. She groaned as he pulled her naked body into his arms, but she quickly settled into his nook and slept. He had one leg in between her legs, as she continued to breathe him in… and he couldn’t have been happier. But he actually was, but not for the reasons you’d think.

  Yes, he was happy she was in his bed, and living with him, even if it was on a temporary basis. Yes, he was happy he didn’t get caught stalking her, and that she trusted him enough to actually talk to him about the stalker. But he was most happy knowing that he’d successfully distracted her enough so she didn’t remember to take that second pink pill. Not to mention the fact that he’d just had mind-blowing sex with her for the second time…without a condom.

  Chapter 18

  I was not alone. Someone was here. I ran out of my bedroom and into a man, a man who immediately grabbed me. I kicked and screamed, but I was no match for his brute strength as he aggressively clutched my arms, and pulled my body to his. “NO! Get out! NO! Don’t touch me!” I yelled, as I frantically tried to free myself, from the man who grabbed me. The one who I’d noticed was wearing all black. The one who appeared to have on a dark colored cap that had NY embedded on it.

  The one who was inside my small apartment right now, in the middle of the night. The one who’s been stalking me. Panic was already taking over my mind, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have time to call the police. I didn’t have time to call anyone. He was here, right now… glaring at me in anger or was that need? How did he get in again? Why was this happening to me? He stood there motionless for a very long minute, just staring at me, from behind his dark shades.

  Until I broke free and began to run from him, glancing behind me only once. But he wasted no time, and lunged after me, growling. I didn’t know what he wanted from me and by the look on his face, I didn’t want to find out. His strong arms quickly captured me, and as our bodies collided his dark shades had fell off his face.

  Before I could get a look at his face, he turned me away from him, and pressed me into the wall. I was now facing the wall in front of me, panting in fear, as he then pushed himself closer to me. His hard body covering my soft body like a winter coat, totally sheltering me in. I could feel his muscular chest hard against my semi naked back, and his legs on my either side of my hips. My white camisole and grey leggings, did nothing to shield this man’s frame from my body.

  So I could feel whatever it was that he wanted me to feel, as his body sheltered mine, in width and strength. He continued to hold me close, so close that his breath came onto my neck in harsh winds, making the hairs on my neck stand up in fear. As I shuffled around and against him, he growled and tightened his hands around both my arms, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

  On impulse I stomped on his boot, hoping the pain would allow me to escape him, but it didn’t. I screamed and cried out for help, but it seemed that no one could hear my cries, since no one came to help me. I expected him to yell at me, or to threaten me for my cooperation. But he said nothing, nothing at all. I could only hear his breathing, the harsh breathing of the man who watched me. I closed my eyes, as my fear consumed my entire being. There I was; alone, isolated, and scared. What did he want?

  He was so close to me… so close on my body as I found myself taking deep breaths of him in. In that moment I could smell something… something familiar had pinged my nostrils. How could I recognize anything about this stranger, outside of his attire and shadow? The thought made me immediately stop yelling for help, and I froze while in his arms. What was that scent?

  He suddenly began to shake my body vehemently, and I began to twist and turn, trying to get away from him again. But his arms tightened, trying to subdue me and my screams got louder. He released one of my arms and I turned my head and bit his arm hard, before he groaned.

  “Jessica, stop this. Wake up!” How does he know my name? I then felt cold water being sprinkled on my face. What? Where is that water coming from? Is he crying? Where are his tears? “Baby, wake up,” he yelled.

  My eyes fluttered open to see a man leaning over me, looking at me intensely. I blinked a few times, vision somewhat blurry, as I looked at this man. I gasped, trying to breathe, as he cupped one side of my face. He just stared into my eyes with an intensity that looked vaguely familiar, but I could hardly see straight. I think I was still dreaming or was I?

  I stretched my arms and realized that I was in bed with Thomas, and was just having a bad dream. But by the look on his face, I obviously had woke him up. “Are you alright?” He grumbled, and I immediately recognize that voice. It had warmth to it, with a slight rasp. It was the same voice of the one who saved me that night… the voice of my, stalker.

  Oh My God!

  I couldn’t blink. I could barely breathe, and I was completely frozen as my mind started racing. No, it couldn’t be him. Professor Brennan couldn’t be the man who had been stalking me. No, there is no way! Why would he do something like that? He wouldn’t scare me half to death, and then want me to live with him in his… I looked back at him as I began gasping for air. He then jumped off the bed, and grabbing the phone.

  I continued to gasp for air as my thoughts roamed over my relationship with Thomas. We saw one another all the time during my ti
me in his classes, for years. We were always appropriate with each other ever since I’d met him, but now all that has definitely changed. Now we were lovers.

  “Yes, Dr. Klein, it’s an emergency. My girlfriend was having a bad dream, and I think she is in a state of shock,” he yelled. Girlfriend? “She’s not talking or moving, and I had to sprinkle water on her face to even wake her up. Yes, she is breathing, but it’s more like she’s gasping for air,” he frantically yelled into his phone. There was a long pause, as the doctor spoke to him.

  “I don’t know, should I call nine-one-one?” He yelled.

  “No… Thomas, I’m fine,” I muttered, my voice was small, as I moved to sit upward. His head snapped around and he ran over to me, before cupping my head with his hands, and looking deep into my eyes. My head was pounding and my heart was breaking, and I didn’t truly understand why.

  “Baby, are you okay? Dr. Klein can be here soon?” He urged.

  “No, I umm, just had a bad dream… it happens,” I gave him a tight smile, hoping that it would reassure him.

  “Okay, baby…. if you say so. Are you sure?” He obviously doubted what I’d said.

  “Yes, I am. Excuse me,” I hurried off his bed and instead of heading to his in-suite bathroom, I headed out his door. Once out of his room, I glanced back and saw him staring at me with a perplexed face. I hurried down the hall towards the guest bedroom, and quickly headed into the in-suite bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door and ran the faucet water. I then sat on the toilet, and exhaled the breath I was holding.

  For some odd reason, I felt as if I could finally breathe. I sat in silence as the faucet water ran, and I thought back to last night. Where we had dinner and watched a movie just like any couple would do, after a few glasses of wine. We then made love, Thomas and I fuck like a couple that had been together for years. He handles my body as if he’d studied every crevice of it, during the few times we’d been intimate.