by Royale, KC
“So you, stalked me?”
“I ensured that you were safe,” he replied.
“By following me?”
“By making sure that you made it to and from your destinations,” he countered.
“You can’t say it, can you?” I demanded.
“I won’t say it, because it’s not true. I am not some delusional obsessed maniac of a man. I am a man who has found his future wife, and I want to be everything she needs, in every way,” he explained, and then exhaled a long breath. As if he’s been wanting to say that to me for years.
“How long have you been in love with me, Professor?” I whispered.
“A while,” he muttered, and I could feel my emotions at bay. How could all of this happen to me without me knowing? I was not understanding how he was doing all this, and why?
“Do you think that’s fair to me? You manipulated me. You drove me crazy. You- you…” I felt myself getting choked up again.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But you were still in school and I had to keep my distance, literally. But that’s over now, and I know we can work it all out, together,” he stated expectantly, as if I felt as strongly for him, as he did for me.
“How do you know if that’s what I want to do, huh? I mean, I just figured out that you’ve been stalking me. That it was you who saved my life that night, when I was drunk. You!” I yelled.
“Jessica,” he began to speak.
“No, you’ve been lying and manipulating me this whole time. I even feel like you’ve been with me longer than I’ve been with you, at this point. How is that even right? Then, you make love to me with no protection and now I may be pregnant,” I exhaled harshly.
“Is that what Dr. Klein said?” He asked incredulously, which made me scoff at him.
“You can wipe that smile off of your face, Thomas. This is not a joke. I can’t afford a child. I don’t even have a career yet,” I yelled, panicked, and feeling completely overwhelmed.
“Baby, please calm down. We will be fine, I have a trust fund that I haven’t even touched yet. It’s been accruing interest for over two decades now, so we’re good. We will always be good, I promise you,” he squeezed my hand, and I gasped. He then raised his hand and slowly ran his thumb over my bottom lip, tempting me to bite him.
“So, what then Professor? Oh let me guess…we run away together and buy some land in Florence, and we just live there together forever?” I asked sarcastically.
“I was thinking more of an island, but your idea of Italy works too. As long as you’re mine completely, and in every way. I know I will be happy where ever we are,” he quickly said.
“Completely and in every way, what does that mean?”
“It means…becoming my wife,” he stated firmly. His what??? I found myself shaking my head and giggling, at this insane man.
“Sounds like the American dream; wife, mother, and married to a professor with a trust fund.” I pursed my lips and he smiled. He then pressed his thumb onto my lips, and I kissed it gently.
“I could be a dream maker. Your dream maker, baby… only yours, Jessica Moore,” he whispered, as his eyes lowered to the thumb he’d placed on my lips, and his eyes clouded with desire.
“So, it all wasn’t random… you’re courting me was all structured then?” I asked.
“Some parts yes, but some was random, too.”
“Why do you trust me so much? Why do you want me?” I flinched my eyes, not fully understanding. The man had fan clubs, and possibly the best mouth on the planet, if you asked me. So why me? He smiled softly and his lips twitched, while he drifted off in deep thought.
“You’re everything I’ve always wanted…in a student, a girlfriend, a wife, and a best friend. I realized that a very long time ago, Jessica. From the moment you grilled me in front of everyone, in your very first class. For that entire first year, I saw more in you that peaked my interest. Things progresses of their own accord, the more time we spent together. My feelings had started to quickly evolve, and I needed more, but I took what I could get. I’m sorry, Jessica, for what I’ve put you through. I’m sorry for lying to be near you, but I’ll never be sorry for loving you. Or for needing and craving you, and your touch. You’re intoxicating scent even drives me crazy. You mean everything to me,” he stated and then exhaled.
I just looked at him, and could clearly see his passion and desperation to have me. That alone was intoxicating in itself.
“So where are your stalker clothes?” I muttered, as he chuckled.
“In a duffle bag, in other guestroom’s closet. I will throw them out today, I promise,” he stated firmly.
“You know, I could have you arrested?” I twitched my lips playfully.
“I know,” he smirked and I smiled.
“You’re crazy,” I sighed.
“Only for you,” he said. Maybe he was only crazy for me, was that so bad? This man had lost his family and doesn’t even date, and he has plenty of woman who would just love to get their slimy paws on him. But he doesn’t give any of them his attention, because he is only focused on me. I just sit and stare at him, wondering why I’m not running away from him or calling the police. He is my stalker!
“I want to do something,” I stated.
“Okay, what is it, baby?” He asked.
“Take this.” I then handed him the plate and the napkin, and he’d sat it on the nightstand. I pulled back the covers and climbed out of the bed, while holding onto his arm. I stood in front of him, as he looked down at me in panic, waiting for me to either run or slug him. I moved closer to him and grabbed his belt buckle, pulling him closer to me.
I began to unfasten his belt and pants, as he gasped in shock. They fell to his ankles and I then ran my hand down his uncovered erection, as he hissed and growled in his throat. I lowered to my knees, and glanced back up at him, but he looked as if he was about to faint.
He had the face of someone who was looking at the winning jackpot ticket, his eyes wide, face frozen and mouth gaping open. I realized that I hadn’t really tasted him yet, and before I made any decision about our future relationship, I wanted and needed to have that experience under my belt. I had never sucked his cock, and I could only imagine how many times he’d fantasized about me doing just that. I could see it written all over his face. All over his uneasy face.
“Baby?” He uttered, desire thick in his tone.
“Hmmm,” I sung, as I slowly ran my tongue up the length of his cock, and his breath began coming in harsh pants. I slowly licked up his twitching cock a few more times, until I knew that he desperately needed me to insert him into my mouth.
I wanted to drive him crazy with need, desire and lust. I needed to. I’d never really considered myself a professional at giving a blowjob, but with Thomas, I knew it didn’t matter. Everything I did, whether good or bad, was always more than enough for him.
Crap, he really does love me.
He tasted salty and sweet, an addictive combination for me to endure if I stayed with him. I could hear him growling above me, and I smiled inside, because I was now uncaging the beast in him. I could tell that he was truly in distress, and from the guttural noises escaping him, he was already at the point of no return and it’d only been sixty seconds. I needed to see this beast, and how much control he had over himself, once this beast was unleashed.
I twirled my tongue around his cock, sliding it over and around my lips, but never inserting him. I was driving him mad, as he went from trembling, to his stance now hardening beneath my fingers. “Fuck, baby, please,” he growled.
“I want you to take my mouth, Professor. Grab my hair and feed me your cock, in the exact way you want me to have it. Use my mouth, Professor, now.” His hands were buried in my hair in that next second, as he guided my face towards the tip of his cock. I then took him inside my mouth in one hard and swift motion, closing my lips around him with all the strength I could muster up. He roared like a bear, tilting his head back as he trembled, while hardenin
g inside my mouth.
I took him deeper, until he was filling my mouth with his small thrusts, near the very back of my throat. I slowly pulled him all the way back out and then right back in, deep inside. He groaned loudly while his hands tightened in my hair, silently telling me that he wanted more. I began a rhythm, a rhythm of driving him mad, just as he did to me last night. But he tasted so good, and I found myself losing my battle to keep control of this situation.
I was beginning to enjoy this too much, as I began to moan around his cock. I teased him with my lips and tongue, plopping him out of my mouth occasionally, as he exhaled a harsh breath.
I began to tease the very tip of him, before I licked up his balls to the very tip of his cock, and ensnared him back into my mouth while sucking faster and harder. “Fuckkkk!” He growled, and moved against my mouth, panting and groaning loudly. “Take me, baby. Take it…it’s all yours,” He growled again, as he prepared to release.
I grasped his shaft up near the tip, right under the ridge. I began to pump him and flick my tongue around the head, in rotating flicks, licks and sucks while he roared like a bear. Once I knew he was on the very brink, as pre-cum began spurting from him. I then took him fully into my mouth, and he came… hard.
I sucked and lapped at him, until he stumbled two steps away from me, while making the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard in my entire life. He was barely breathing and as he opened his eyes to look at me. I stood, while lifting his pants back up to his waist as he grabbed them. He was speechless. He was beyond satisfied. The man was floating. His eyes were twinkling, and his face had a grin that nothing could wipe away. But as it turns out, I had the words to do the job, and my words did manage to wipe his grin completely away.
“Thomas?” I muttered, licking my lips, as his eyes lowered to them.
“Hmm, baby?” He asked.
“Get out of here, and don’t come back, not until I call you from my phone and tell you to come back here.” His face had transformed in a matter of a millisecond; grin gone, smile forgotten, as devastation covered him. “I’m sorry, but I need some time to myself. I have my laptop, so I will email my job about everything soon. I just want to think. I need to, and either I can do that here, or at a hotel?” I stated.
“O…K, are you sure you don’t—” he began to offer.
“I’m sure, I just need some time. Can you give me that, please?” I pleaded.
“Anything you need, baby,” he breathed.
“Okay, good,” I exhaled, and started to feel calm already.
“Can I have a kiss?” He asked me. He looked so sexy from his orgasmic high, that I couldn’t deny him that kiss.
“Sure, you can have—” His lips were on mine in a flash. His hands in my hair, his body pressed against mine, and we fell back onto the bed. He had literally attacked me, as he rubbed himself against my slickness, and I moaned into his mouth.
He must have known that I was aroused from sucking his cock, and my God was he right. His hand entered my pants quickly, delving inside of my underwear as we kissed. I found myself bucking my hips against him as he touched me, needing to feel him. As he slid his fingers around my slickness, teasing me, I gasped.
“Oh God…” I whimpered against his mouth.
“I know, baby, I know,” he muttered, and kissed me again, as his fingers roamed around my slickness once, then twice more, before he plunged two fingers deep inside me.
“Oh yes, oh fuck,” I cried, I was in an instant coma of sensations. In a matter of seconds he had consumed me whole. His mouth consumed me, his fingers consumed me, and his body consumed me as well. I could feel him everywhere, my body was his to take and devour. He frantically tugged off my pants, as I tried to stop him. “No, we shouldn’t, Thomas,” I told him.
“We should, baby, tell me I can have you…tell me I can?” He sat back on his knees, rubbing his hand up and down his newly erect cock. The man was staring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive. He was growling with need with each second that passed.
I knew that I wanted him, and my body needed him, as I trembled with desire of my own. I could feel his need for me, his desire was so deep and raw. I knew that I needed him, and I still wanted him, too, in my own way. We both really did need each other and in that moment, I knew that that need wouldn’t just go away. Our connection, the infatuation, the love and the need to be near him, it all meant something. I loved him.
“Take me, take me, Thomas,” I responded with so much raw hunger that his eyes widened, and he smiled at me wickedly, as I smiled back at him. Once he saw that I had no doubts in what I had said to him, he lunged towards me. He kissed me deeply, moving that talented mouth of his all over my body with an unquenchable hunger. Once he’d reached my cunt, he began kissing all over my inner thighs, while lifting my leg up in the air as he devoured me whole.
It wasn’t long at all before I’d started pulsating and contracting around his tongue, as he groaned into me. He continued to devour me in that way, sopping me up with his mouth and tongue, and using his fingers to sweeten his gestures even more.
After the third orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, he then slammed his cock inside me, as we both screamed out in ecstasy. My back arched and my head was titled towards the ceiling, as I dug my nails into his back, hearing him groan in delight at the mild pain. He moved his hands under me, digging his fingers into my ass as he moved on top of me, pulling me into him even deeper.
Screaming and moaning, biting and sucking, groping and savagely kissing, was us for the next seven or eight minutes. Or better yet…the next seven or eight months. We became completely submerged in a place that felt so right, so perfect, and so us. A place where we dwelled openly together in the light of day, as well secretly in the night. A place where we both were hopelessly in love and completely lost… in each other.
Epilogue
A year later…
Professor Brennan
I laid in our bed thinking back to the day of our wedding, the day she became my wife. It was a gorgeous and sunny day, and all kinds of emotions were running through me. None being anything other than excitement, pure joy and determination. I was marrying the woman who had captured my heart that day. A woman named Jessica. I wasn’t nervous about saying I do, I was only a bit nervous about reciting my wedding vows to her, without becoming too emotional. I mean who would actually want to see a grown man crying? Not me!
I had no doubts whatsoever that I was making the right decision, by marrying the love of my life today. She was who I wanted, and this was a day I had dreamed about for a while now. It was finally happening. I stood near the front of the church in my black tux, with a friend by my side. A good friend of mine named Mark, who I’d met in college. He was always a bachelor, even back then.
So the idea of settling down and getting married wasn’t exactly in his immediate future. But we were close, Mark and myself, as opposites attract in relationships, they also attract in friendships as well. Mark was a man who truly enjoyed the single life, and had no plans to change that. I only hoped that one day he could find a woman to complete him, just like Jessica does for me. But you know what they say… old habits die hard.
There weren’t many in attendance for our small impromptu wedding, just a few friends and family members from each side. I wanted our wedding to be exactly how she wanted it to be and she wanted a very small wedding in a church, and that’s what we had. When I heard the wedding march being played, I knew the time was winding down, and soon after, I was a married man.
The fact that I still reminisce about our wedding day almost daily, was just insane. But to awaken with the one you loved so desperately, holding you, or touching you, was absolutely wonderful. I absolutely loved the view of seeing my wife first thing in the morning. Just seeing her lying there, or holding her in my arms…was more than I could ever wish for. I was a goner and now, she was all mine.
There she was, right where she belonged, right here with me. I found myself admiring her,
as my hand gently slid across her swollen belly with awe and appreciation. The belly that now sheltered my unborn son inside. Jessica was amazing in every way, and seeing her pregnant enhanced my need for her tenfold.
I loved seeing her hair fanned over her pillow, while her intoxicating scent covered our bed. I could hear her small deep breaths gently escaping her lungs, ensuring me that she and my son were getting enough oxygen. I would be lying if I said I didn’t worry about her even more, now that she was carrying our child. This was a critical time, a time when my entire family was inside of one body. Her body. I knew how lucky I was to have her, and I still found our journey thus far to be uniquely amazing. I loved it.
My lips inadvertently found her back and I puckered my lips, planting soft kisses across her shoulder blade and up the nape of her neck. She slept so deeply nowadays, being pregnant made her very tired and restless. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was awake and moaning my name. My wife would always wake up to my touch, and that was not up for negotiation.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her, nonetheless, so that would never be an issue for me. She was my morning and my night, and everything in between. Her smile made my heart jump, her body drove me mad with desire. Her skin was smooth and soft, and glowed fluorescently, hypnotizing my eyes with a lust so strong that I still couldn’t control it. The taste of her gave me a special kind of high, a high that I secretly craved every day now. Having full access to her sweetness, was just bliss. I could barely go a few hours without it.
Which is why my face was now buried in between her legs, tasting her sweetness yet again. I glanced up at her, to see her gripping our sheets, arching her back into me as she moaned. I needed to awaken her in this way. I needed the first sounds I heard in the morning to be the sounds of her pleasure. I needed the first taste of my day to be her, not toothpaste, mouthwash or coffee…just her.
