Sunshine and the Stalker

by Dani René

  She tilts her head up and regards me with a soft, tender expression I don’t like. It makes my mind contract and expand. Like she’s pulling some sort of wicked sorcery and planting thoughts inside me.

  Scary thoughts.

  Evil, evil thoughts.

  Like thoughts where she still looks up at me that same way for years to come.

  Fucking years.

  She’s sentencing me to a future, and I’ve barely met this warden.

  “I’m going to come out with it, Stalker Darden,” she says with a huff. “I have small boobs which you already pointed out. And with small, disappointing boobs comes disappointing virgins.”

  I blink at her. “And your point?”

  “My point is, I’m not some sex goddess you probably think I am. I mean, I talk a good talk and all, but—”

  My mouth crashes to hers, and she lets out a surprised moan. I grab her tight ass and carry her down the hallway. I flip on the lights to my bedroom and carry her over to my massive bed. It doesn’t see much action besides sleeping. The fucks I do allow myself happen elsewhere. This is my safe haven. The only fucking place I can relax.

  So why did you bring her here?

  My maddening thoughts mock me.

  Because she’s sunshine and warmth and a Corona on the motherfucking beach.

  I lay her down on the bed and revel in the nervous way she stares up at me. I’m desperate to maul her, but she’s putting so much trust in a monster, I can’t help but bow and yield to her. Perhaps another time I will destroy her. For now, I’ll spread her legs and lap at her cunt, a submissive beast.

  “Take off your coat and dress,” I order, my voice sharp and demanding as I yank at my tie.

  Her fingers shake, but she obeys me. Sweet girl. She tosses her clothing away and sits there looking cute as fuck in her mismatched bra and panties. Red bra. Pink panties. Fucking awful, and yet I find it the most adorable damn thing I’ve ever seen. Nonetheless, I want them gone.

  “Bare, Cerys. Now.” I yank off my coat and then suit jacket before throwing them into a chair.

  Her cheeks blaze pink, but she removes her undergarments. When I pluck through the buttons of my shirt, her honey eyes track the movement. I slide away the material and yank off my undershirt as well. The tiny mewl that escapes her reminds me of her demon cats. This little kitten wants to lick me too.

  “Show me your cunt, girl,” I growl.

  She bites on her bottom lip and slowly parts her thighs. Too slow. I grip her knees as I drop to one of mine and part her open. She’s bare. Fuck, that’s hot. Her pussy lips are pink, and her opening glistens with her arousal.

  I’m going to destroy this.

  Ruin it with every part of me.

  I’ve never been so delighted in all my life.

  My mouth is a beast of its own as I seek out her sweet taste. The moment my tongue laps at her arousal, she cries out, her fingers latching onto my hair.

  Pulling and guiding and grumbling out orders.

  She’s a beast, too, it would seem.

  I suck on her clit, brutally so, and enjoy the scream of pleasure mixed with pain that has her arching off the bed. My finger dips slightly into her opening, seeing how tight she really is, and I am pleased to discover her body responds so easily to me.

  Tugging at her outer lips of her pussy with my teeth, I inch my finger deeper into her heat, loving the slurping sounds her body is making.

  “Little girl?”

  “Y-Yes?”

  “You can scream all you want. They won’t hear you.”

  6

  Cerys

  His mouth is magic.

  He's a magician, and he's toying with me, working me into a frenzy. His tongue darts between my wet folds, tasting, licking, devouring. I've never been eaten out, but the way his mouth teases, taunts, and sucks on the smooth lips of my pussy, I know he's had far too much experience.

  Shutting my eyes, I try not to think about the number of women he's probably brought here. Or about how many have been right in this position. My thighs squeeze around his head as he barely teases two fingers into me. He doesn't go farther than his second knuckle. He could, but then he'd be drenched in my virginity.

  My thoughts are scattered between the moans he elicits from me and the fear that this is my first time and I'm about to do it with a man who's old enough to be my father.

  "Fuck," he growls, causing my eyes to snap open. I regard him with wild, hungry eyes. I'm needy. I'm so close, so near orgasm that all I need is a tiny push. Something that will take the edge off, but he doesn't give it to me.

  "Please, Stalker," I taunt him sounding breathy when I utter the words.

  "You'll come on my tongue," he orders. "I want all those juices drenching me. Your cunt is so tight, little girl." He smirks this time, a feral expression on his face.

  I'm about to respond when he drops his mouth to my core and continues to lick at me, gently fingering me, taunting my clit, biting down hard then suckling gently. The back and forth sensations turning me inside out, and I know that's his mission.

  "Oh, fuck, fuck," I curse, my voice a shrill scream when he finally allows me an orgasm by swirling his tongue, fingers, and mouth on my pussy. I'm over the edge of bliss when I feel another finger at my other entrance.

  "Mmmm," James moans as he drinks in my arousal like it's his sustenance and he's been starving for months, years even. My body relinquishes everything to him. All control is his. He knew he'd steal it from me. He was confident in his ministrations.

  When I open my eyes again, I find him staring up at me. He doesn't have to say anything at all. He knows he's won.

  "You're an evil bastard," I bite out as he pulls his fingers away from me.

  He rises, shoving his boxers down his impossibly thick, muscled thighs. For an older man, he's sexy, not chiseled like those young guys you see on magazines, but rather toned and solid. It makes me want him even more.

  "Have you ever sucked a cock?" he says, his tone filled with amusement at me openly gawking at the angry erection jutting out from between his thighs. The man is huge. There's glistening arousal on the tip, leaking for me.

  For me.

  "No," I tell him honestly, gazing up at him. "I'm embarrassed to say this is the first ever penis I've seen in real life."

  He chuckles at my confession. "Well, take a good long look, because soon, this will be down your pretty little throat," he promises.

  "What?"

  "On your knees," he orders, and I immediately find myself falling to the soft, plush carpet. It's fluffy and warm, and I settle in because I know this is going to be a long night. He steps closer to me and continues with his directions. "Take it in your hand, stroke it up and down, slowly."

  I obey. My hand looks tiny attempting to wrap around the thickness of his shaft. It's warm and silky to the touch, and it jolts when I come into contact with it.

  "Lick it."

  I move forward, my tongue darting out as I tentatively lap at the salty liquid on the tip. It's musky, but with a salty sweetness swirled together, reminding me of a salted caramel treat. My lips wrap around the head, taking him into my mouth like I've seen on those videos online. My eyes dart up to find him watching me in awe as I swallow his length.

  I move slowly, his hands fist my hair, holding me steady as he guides himself into my warm, wet mouth. His hips move back and forth, gently at first, but with every inch he pushes into me, he speeds up.

  When his cock hits the back of my throat, I gag, spluttering and choking around the thickness. "That's it," he mumbles, his eyes glued to mine. "Take me, deeper, little girl," he grunts. His cock throbs, causing me to choke. Tears sting my eyes and saliva drips from my chin, but he smiles. "So, fucking beautiful when you cry and choke," he praises, fucking my mouth like he would my body, my pussy, and I know he'll do it to my ass as well.

  He moves faster, my hands reach for his thighs, attempting to hold him back, but I can't. I'm nowhere near strong enough. Fear
dances in my mind, in my chest, and I know when he shakes his head, he sees it in my eyes.

  "Calm, little one," he tells me, but doesn't relent. "Just take it. Touch your pretty pussy for me," he orders, and I obey him easily.

  My one hand finds my core drenched with arousal. I stroke myself, causing a whimper to vibrate in my throat, which in turn causes him to growl and shudder. I do it again, watching in awe as this man who seems to always be in control slowly falls apart in my mouth.

  I reach for his balls, cupping them as I breathe through the way he slides into my throat, and deep-throat for the first time in my life, shocking the shit out of me and him.

  One last moan from me, and James stills. I think I've done something wrong, but then I feel it. Jet after jet of hot cum spills into my throat, and I can't help but smile.

  One point for me, Stalker.

  7

  James

  She’s beautiful.

  Too beautiful.

  The thought is alarming, and possessive thoughts thrash at the surface of my mind.

  Keep her. Keep her. Fucking keep her.

  She slides her mouth off my cock and flashes me a smug smile. For her first blow job, she knows she nailed it. And I’m going to nail her.

  But first . . .

  “Are you hungry?”

  Her brows furrow in confusion. “What?”

  “Food, Cerys. Humans eat it. Want some?” I smirk at her as I offer her my hand.

  She stands, and her small tits bounce with the movement. The girl thinks they’re something to be ashamed of. When I made a comment about the size, it wasn’t because I didn’t like them. It was simply stating a fact. They’re perfect. Little bite-sized nibbles of sweetness.

  “Um, I thought . . .” She trails off and crosses her arms over her lovely breasts.

  “Don’t worry, love,” I assure her. “I’m going to fuck you. But I told you I was going to savor you. If I were to pounce on you now and take that sweet virginity, it’d be over in a flash. I’d like to share a meal with you.”

  She blinks at me as though I’ve lost my mind. I yank one of my T-shirts from my drawer and toss it at her. Then I slide on some sweatpants before calling room service. I order my favorites and then hang up.

  She’s quiet but certainly curious. Her fingers flit along my furniture as she inspects decorations and framed photographs and art on the walls. “This is beautiful,” she tells me, pointing a slender finger at the wall.

  “I bought it last summer in Venice. A small gallery off the beaten path. The person who painted this was blind. He wasn’t always that way, but an accident ruined his eyesight. His paintings are his way of converting what he still sees in his mind onto a blank canvas. Through his paintings, we see what we think he cannot see.” I close my eyes as I wrap my arms around her from behind. Her scent is mixed with mine, and I fucking love it. “I could recall every detail about you. I’d never need my eyes again, Cerys. You’ve burned yourself into my brain.”

  “For how long? How long do you keep us? You were after Liv. I’m sure you pursue women often, because look at you. So how long will this go on for?” Her body is tense in my arms.

  Gripping her hips through the thin material of my shirt, I twist her and press my body against hers, locking her against the wall. “I never keep them. They are for my momentary enjoyment. I get bored easily.”

  She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. “Maybe this was a mistake. I don’t know . . . I thought maybe this thing between us was intense and possibly lasting?”

  Her innocence is a decadent treat dripping with need and the desire to be adored. I want to devour it whole.

  “I’ve never been so utterly obsessed by someone upon meeting them.” I gently clutch her throat as my eyes bore into hers. “I’m not sure I’ll ever let you leave this room.”

  She giggles, but I’m completely serious.

  Her red-and-black hair. Her honey eyes. Her tiny tits and smooth-shaven cunt. It all looks really fucking good in my room. Like it belongs. And not like a fleeting thought, but like a memory etched in time and painted on a canvas that remains a permanent fixture on the wall.

  I’m keeping her.

  The buzzer rings, and I reluctantly pull away from her. Stalking through my home, I make my way to the door. A man with a cart pushes inside. He nods at me, and then he’s gone. Cerys bounces up beside me and starts lifting lids. I’m amused at her excitement over food. Stepping back, I let her dip and taste and babble on about how “oh my God, this is amazing” the foods are. I push the cart over to the table and unload it all. She sits on the edge of the table and eats right from the plate using her fingers, bypassing utensils altogether. Normally, this sort of rash behavior would unnerve me, but she distracts me. Blinds me in her dazzling beauty and ease.

  “I’m not the type of girl to run off with a madman and do”—she waves her hand in the air— “this, you know?”

  “This?” I implore, no longer hungry for food. I’m hungry for her plump lips and hard, little pink nipples poking through the fabric of the shirt.

  “Careless, whatever this is.”

  I watch her with narrowed eyes until I’m sure she’s had plenty to eat. Then, I grab her wrist and pull her off the table.

  “Time to do more careless things, love.”

  She laughs, but it’s nervous in nature. Once I get her naked again, her nerves won’t matter. Orgasms will matter.

  When we’re back in my room, I practically rip my shirt in two trying to rid her of it. My sweatpants get lost next, and then I slide an arm around her narrow waist. I pick her up with my achingly hard cock between us and carry her to the bed. Together we go down. Her eyes are wide, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders as though she’s ready to draw blood if need be. I situate myself between her narrow thighs and rest my cock against her smooth cunt.

  “Are you scared?” I murmur, my nose inches from hers.

  She swallows and gives me a slight nod. “Kinda.”

  “Scared I’ll hurt you?”

  “In more ways than you know.”

  “A little pain can be nice though,” I tell her. “A little pain makes you appreciate the pleasure. It’s a reminder that not everything is sweet.”

  “I’m afraid . . .” She trails off and turns her head.

  I grip her jaw and move her head until our eyes lock once again. “Afraid of my fat cock stretching you and making you bleed?” I arch a brow in question.

  “More like afraid of you ripping my heart out and feeding on it,” she admits with a whisper.

  I rub my cock between the lips of her pussy against her clit. “I don’t care about hearts,” I tell her with a frown. “Why would I want that?”

  She blinks at me sadly. “Exactly.”

  “I’m not a normal man,” I admit, my hips unrelenting as they rock against her.

  “No shit?” she deadpans, her voice breathy.

  “I don’t feel or think as one should. I’m not a romantic or even sweet.” Guilt surges up inside of me, and I hate the feeling. “If that is what you’re looking for . . .”

  She laughs. “I wasn’t looking for anything. It found me, remember?”

  Despite her laughter, her eyes are sad. Lonely. Longing and aching for connection. I’ve seen the despondent look in my own reflection at times. I don’t understand it, but I feel allured by it.

  Her eyes dart past me toward the door, and I frantically think she might just up and leave. The thought is maddening, and it has me gripping her wrists to pin her to the bed. Wild amber eyes lock with mine, and her lips part. I rub and rub and rub my cock against her clit until she’s whimpering out another breathy orgasm. The condoms are in the drawer. So close.

  “I need to put on a condom,” I bark out, irrationally angry at her for putting me under her spell.

  “So do it.”

  I pull away slightly and look between us. She looks too. My tip presses gently into her, barely so, much like my fingers from before.

/>   “This is dangerous,” I warn.

  “You’re dangerous,” she bites back.

  Our eyes clash again. She is fiery and brave and curious and so goddamned trusting. If you bare your throat to a beast, he’s going to bite it. He’s going to exert his power over you.

  “I could fuck you bare, girl. What do you think about that?”

  Her challenging eyes narrow, and her nostrils flare. “I think you talk a lot.”

  With a growl and a hard thrust of my hips, I drive into the tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever been inside of. Her screams—my God, how they’re loud—rival that of the roars of my own beastliness. She has claws. Fuck, how she has claws. And she uses them. Tears at the flesh of my arms as I drive into her again.

  She’s driven me to madness.

  I’m not myself in this woman’s presence.

  I’m not wild and free.

  She has caged me.

  It is me who bares his throat and she who stakes claim over me.

  My, how the roles have reversed.

  “James,” she utters, two tears leaking out of the corner of each of her eyes.

  Leaning forward, I dart my tongue out and lick one of them from her temple. “I know, Cerys. I feel it too.”

  8

  Cerys

  My body arches as he moves inside me, thickening, stretching me painfully. As much as I should feel scared, I don't. He holds me so close. He moves in sync with me, as if I'd been made for him. To offer him pleasure as he draws it from me.

  I cry out with every thrust. He doesn't make love to me; he fucks me. He's a beast, hungry and feral. An animal taking what he needs, and I revel in it. Our gazes lock as he continues to open me, connecting not only our bodies, but something deeper I can't explain.

  I can't help wincing as he rolls his hips, bucking into me like a man possessed. There's pleasure and pain rippling through me, and it feels as if I can't root myself to just one emotion. Torn, weather-beaten by a man who was a stranger, but now . . . now he's here, taking my virginity, and I want him to.