Guarding His Obsession (4 page)

I
move
between her legs and look down at her surprised smile.

“I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. I don’t even want those ideas to cross your mind.” Leaning in, I gently graze my teeth across her neck, feeling her pulse on my tongue. “I’m selfish. I want all of you, even your thoughts.”

“Oh, that feels good. And don’t worry. You’re the only one I came up with when I thought about it.”

I can’t help but smile against her skin. The way she talks makes me feel like I can be completely open and honest with her. Like there’s nothing she wouldn’t want me to tell her, or her to tell me.

“Good.”

I move between her thighs a little more, pressing some of my weight down onto her. My hard cock rubs against her heat, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Are you going to give me an orgasm now?”

I kiss up her neck and lick the shell of her ear, whispering, “Yes.”

I pull back from her and reach down to unbutton her jeans, slowly pulling them down her hips. When Zoey reaches for her panties, I gently lay my hands on top of hers and look into her eyes. I shake my head slightly, letting her know to stop.

“Let’s keep these on right now, cupcake. I’m only so strong.”

She smiles up at me, her rich brown hair spread out across my pillow, and shrugs her shoulder. “You’re the boss. Just so long as I get my orgasm.”

I close my eyes, thinking about how much I want to sink inside her, but I clench my jaw and keep my restraint. Not yet. Just some petting, and that’s it for now. I’ve got to keep my head on straight, and I know once I get inside her, there won’t be any stopping me.

Once I’ve got her jeans off, I look down and see she’s wearing just a T-shirt with a pair of pink cotton panties. My eyes zone in on her underwear, and I see a small wet spot. It’s either from earlier or from now, but either way I lick my lips, wanting to taste it.

Reaching down to my own jeans, I unbutton the top button and unzip them. Pulling back the flaps, I expose my boxer briefs, straining from the massive erection behind them. I’m so fucking hard that this will probably be over in seconds. The tease from before nearly made me cum all over myself.

I know if I put my mouth on her pussy, I’ll need to fuck her, so instead I lean forward, pressing our bodies together with only our underwear separating us. Our heat connects, and it’s like lightning through my body. Her warm, wet panties brand the hard ridge of my cock.

I hump against her slowly, mimicking how I want to thrust into her. Her moans start to fill the room, and I look up to see her eyes closed and a big smile on her lips. Her arms are up grabbing the headboard as I pretend to fuck her.

Looking down to where I’m moving against her, I see the tip of my cock peek out of the waistband of my boxer briefs on every upstroke. He wants to come out and rub on her, skin to skin, but it’s too risky. If I get my cock out, I’ll want to push into her, even if she still has her panties on. Then I’ll want to move them to the side and have her pussy kiss the tip. Then it won’t be enough. I’ll want all ten inches buried deep in her sweetness, and I need to hold back on that. I need to just do this and make this be enough.

With every thrust up, I feel her pussy dampen her panties further, and her moans get louder. I see the tip of my cock peek out again, and this time a thick drop of cum comes out and lands on her lower belly. I look at the sticky pearl there on her body, and suddenly I see her finger come down to touch it.

I follow her hand as she wipes it up and then brings her finger to her mouth. When she closes her lips around it and then hums in delight as she closes her eyes, I nearly cum all over her belly. The innocent act is so fucking erotic, I can hardly keep my body from shaking.

“That tastes nice. Maybe sometimes you could let me lick you there.”

“Okay,” is all I’m able to grunt out. I thrust hard against her pussy, feeling aggressive in my need for her.

I move my hips a bit lower so that when I thrust up, the tip of my cock bumps against her panty-covered clit. A couple of strokes leave a little white spot there from my cum. Every time my tip bumps her there, she moans louder. I can’t help but try to give her what she wants, so I hold my uncovered tip on her clit and just softly pulse against it.

“More,” she moans, closing her eyes and gripping the headboard.

I know where this will lead. I know what will happen if I give her more of what she’s asking for. But I’m weak when it comes to her, and I give her more.

My fingers are shaky as I gently pull her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy to me. She’s got only a small amount of hair on her; it looks nearly naked. Her lips are puffy and soaked with need, and her clit is hard and begging for attention.

I press my tip to her clit, warmth and wetness welcoming it. It’s all I can do to keep from clenching my eyes closed from the pleasure. I don’t want to miss a second of it.

Rubbing my tip back and forth across her clit, Zoey moans louder as I leave small traces of cum on her. Her hips start to rise, like she’s inviting me inside her, and I go stone still. I can’t go inside her, not yet. But her pussy is moving up and down, and she’s trying to take me inside her.

“Fuck, Zoey.”

“I think that would be nice.” She moans and moves her hips up again, trying to make me penetrate her.

Taking my thumb to her clit, I rub her there a little and bring my thumb to my mouth. I need a little taste of her to help me keep my strength.

Her flavor hits my mouth, and I swear I feel a groan come out. It’s too much, but it’s not enough. I’ve got to get her off so I can cum and try to ease the beast I feel inside me.

Grabbing my cock, I go back to rubbing the tip of my cock on her clit. “Just like this, Zoey. Cum for me like this, cupcake.”

I hold her hips down with my free hand, keeping her from trying to take my cock inside her. She wants more, but right now I’m only giving her what she needs.

I feel her pussy start to pulse as her back bows off the bed. She shouts my name, and the sound of it is enough to set me off.

“Drake!”

I watch as her body tenses and rides out the waves of her orgasm, and I cum all over her sweet little pussy. Thick jets of cum splash onto her clit, and I watch as I mark her. I move down a little, pressing the tip of my cock to her virgin opening, and release a little of my cum there, too. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I feel like I have to shoot some in there, too. I want all of her to belong to me, even if I haven’t fully taken her yet.

When the last of my cum has left my body, I grab Zoey by the waist and roll her over on top of me before I collapse all of my weight onto her.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. My orgasm rocked me hard.

Suddenly, I feel Zoey sit up, and I open my eyes to see the biggest smile shining down at me.

“That was incredible. Now this time, I think I want to be on top so I can do what I want.”

My still-hard cock pulses at the idea, but I shake my head as I smile back at her. “I’m beginning to think you only want me for one thing, Zoey.”

She looks like she’s contemplating something, and I try to shake her off her train of thought before she can tell me that maybe sex is the only reason she’s interested in me.

“Let me show you my culinary expertise while we go over the stalker information. Deal?”

She leans down, gives me a quick kiss, and hops off my body. “Deal,” she says, and she covers her cum-covered pussy back up with her panties and slides her jeans back on.

Why does the thought of me coating her make me impossibly hard all over again?

I
watch
him as he moves about the kitchen while I sit at the breakfast bar. His shirt is off, and I can see the ridges and lines of his muscles as he moves around. For such a big guy, he moves almost with a silent grace. I wonder if that has to do with his job. Something he was trained to do.

I’ve never been so fascinated with a man in my life, and the more I seem to learn about him, the worse it becomes. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him, memorizing every mark on his body. At first I was intrigued by the scars that littered his body, but now my eyes linger on the tattoos that run up and cover every inch of both his arms.

“Do you like pain?” The question pops out of my mouth.

He turns to look at me, his back muscles flexing once again. I wonder how much he has to work out to keep those things. I bet a lot. I know he can lift me like I weigh nothing at all.

“I wouldn’t say I liked it. Why?”

“I don’t know. Just all the tattoos and scars. Seems like you have lot of pain going on.”

His head cocks to the side, a half-smile pulling at his mouth. At this angle I can see a dimple in his cheek, one I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe because of his light facial hair, but I see it now.

“Scars kind of come with the job, and the tattoos kind of do, too.”

“You have to get tattoos to be a bodyguard?” Maybe this is some kind of ritual they do. Like when my sister was a cheerleader and she wore ribbons in her hair and painted crap on her face. I didn’t get it, but they all did it. It looked pretty stupid, but the tats don’t look stupid on Drake.

He lets out a bark of laughter as he goes back to chopping up an onion.

“No, cupcake. It’s not required. It just something the guys and I liked to do. I haven’t gotten a new one in a long time.”

“Do you want more?”

“Hadn’t really thought about it. I think the last time I got one, I was with SWAT.”

“You should get one with color.”

He sets the knife down and runs a hand up his other arm, looking down at his tattoos.

“You don’t like all the black?” he asks like he really cares. Elle hasn’t asked me anything about fashion or what looks good in forever. I have absolutely no fashion sense, and mostly I just don’t care. I just throw stuff on.

“Thought it might look nice.” Everything about him seems dark and big. Almost scary. I really noticed it when I was studying him moving in the kitchen. He’s right. I should have been scared when I walked into my apartment and he was just standing there. He’s built like a freaking giant. His dark eyes and dark hair feed into the deadly edge. I’m sure he could just snap someone in half if he needed to. The tattoos and scars only add to his whole “I could snap you in half or go Hulk smash on you” mystique.

But when I first saw him, I knew something about him just felt right. I felt a pull to him like nothing I’ve ever known before. Heck, I am doing things with him I’ve never even thought about doing with anyone before.

“And what would you suggest?” he asks, like he’d actually do whatever it is I’d suggest.

“A cupcake?” I half-joke, thinking he’d never do that. “It could go right next to that skull.”

Drake throws back his head and laughs. It rocks his body and makes me smile. I seem to even like him doing that, too. Everything he does gets me worked up. It makes me want to be wrapped around him again.

“I’m glad I’m moving in. I think I’ll keep you. We seem to work better than I do with most people,” I confirm. Yes. That seems logical. I could watch him all the time. Though I’m not sure how much work I’ll get done. When I sat down at the breakfast bar, I’d intended to work on my laptop a little. I have a project that I need to get wrapped up—a big one—but my eyes couldn’t seem to leave him.

“You keep saying ‘move in here’ like it’s permanent. Is that what you’re meaning, or am I not understanding you?”

“Is that not…” I pause, trying to think back to what he said. Something about staying with him and I’d be safe. He’d be my bodyguard while he found out who was stalking me. I drop my eyes away from him, feeling embarrassed. It’s a feeling I’m not used to. “You just meant until you find out who’s stalking me.”

I can’t bring myself to look up at him. Is this what all those guys feel like when Elle tells them to hit the road? I suddenly feel bad for them.

I sense him before he even touches me, standing by my side. Then he cups my face in his hand, making me look up at him. Even with me sitting in the high-top chair, he’s still ridiculously taller than me. He bends down a little, bringing our faces closer.

“You can stay here as long as you like.” He moves in a little closer. “I work better with you than I do with most people, too.”

“Really?” I wiggle forward a little bit, wanting to be closer to him. My ass is practically hanging off the chair.

In one movement, he picks me up, takes my seat, and puts me onto his lap. My body straddles his thick thighs, and I settle against him perfectly.

“Yeah, really.” He uses one hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. “When your sister came to me about you and I saw your picture, I knew I’d be the one to take your case personally. I don’t do personal bodyguarding anymore. I have men for that.”

“Did you see a picture of my sister, too?” I ask, wanting to know. If Elle were here, she would have given me one of her elbow nudges to let me know it was a question I shouldn’t be asking. Nine times out of ten, I know when I’m saying something I shouldn’t. I’m not stupid, but subtlety just isn’t a skill I could ever get myself to pick up. If I had a question, I asked it or found a way to get the answer.

“I saw hers first.”

“And?” I nudge.

“And what?” His eyebrows come together like he doesn’t understand what I’m getting at.

“You didn’t want to guard her?”

“Like I told you, I put a guard on her.” He grips my hips in a firm hold. “
I’m
guarding you. I didn’t want anyone on you but me. From the first moment I saw that picture of you. Something hit me, and I had to see what it was. Call it the cop in me. Maybe it’s the sixth sense you develop working on cases and busting down doors.”

I wiggle a little in his lap.

“We do fit together well,” I confirm.

“I can’t think when you do that shit.”

“I know. Isn’t it amazing? It’s like my brain shuts down for once. I always feel like it’s going, but with you…” I pause, because I can’t seem to think how to finish that thought.

“It’s like nothing else matters.” He finishes it.

“You feel it, too?”

“Yeah.” He nods, resting his forehead against mine.

“I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never done this. Heck, it’s always just my sister and me. I don’t even really have any friends unless you count the ones I have on the internet. And most of the time, we’re just in competition for stuff. I’ve never had a boyfriend. That’s what you’d be, right?”

“Me neither.”

I pull back to look at him. For once, he has to look up at me.

“Had a girlfriend,” he finishes, and I just stare at him. I may not be into checking out men, but I know what women go for at least, and he fits the bill.

“But you’re,” I place my hands on his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair on my fingers, “you know, all sexy and stuff.” I feel my face warm a little at the admission. Again, the embarrassment hits me, reminding me how he’s so different to other men I’ve met.

“Let just say I’m not a real people person either. Never had the desire to have a girlfriend.”

“But I’m right?” I edge, because he still hasn’t confirmed this.

“That right there,” his hands slide up my hips and back down, “and a few other reasons. That’s why I’m so drawn to you. At first it was your picture, but from the moment you opened that mouth and things started to fall out, I knew I was fucked.”

“I like when you say stuff like that. Makes me feel all warm inside.” I slide my own hands up his chest and around his neck.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are supposed to do? Make their woman feel all warm inside?” He doesn’t let me answer. He just leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss. This time it’s soft and sweet, not like the ones we’ve had before. Almost like a conformation that he’s mine now.

I feel bold, and I want to explore as much about this new sexual awakening as possible. Do all the things that girlfriends do.

I slide off the stool and push Drake’s thighs apart.

“Cupcake.” There’s a dark edge to his voice, but I look up at him with a bright smile.

“I want to do girlfriend things.”

I kneel in front of him so his cock is at eye level. I run my hands up his thighs, then reach into the waistband of his loose shorts and tug at them.

“I-” He starts to say something, but when I pull at his shorts again, he stops to help me slide them off. “I don’t know if I can control myself,” he grits out.

“I’ve never done this before, so it may not go so well. Just let me explore.”

His giant cock bobs in front of me, and I lick my lips. I go to take off my glasses, but he stops me.

“Leave them on.” His voice is filled with so much desire, it sends goose bumps across my body. It’s so exciting that I’ve made him feel that way.

I feel his fingers in my hair as he brushes it out of my face, holding it back for me as I lean forward and open my mouth.

His warm flavor hits my tongue, and I moan around the head of his cock. He’s a little salty, but I like the feel of him. His thighs tremble under my touch as I suck more of him into my mouth. He lets out a sharp breath, and more of his flavor floods my tongue.

I think he likes when I suck him, because the further down I go and swallow around his cock, the more cum seeps out. I start moving my mouth up and down, trying to suck at the same time to get more. I want to feel him cum in my mouth, and this seems to be the way to do it.

“Hands, Zoey,” he grunts, and it sounds like he’s holding his breath.

I bring my hands up to his cock, one goes to the shaft and the other to his balls. He’s so hard, yet his skin is so warm and soft. The delicate ridge against my tongue feels sexy. I move the hand on his shaft in time with my mouth, and he immediately responds to that, giving me more cum, growling as he does so. I lightly massage his balls with my other hand, feeling them draw up as a few more drops of cum hit my mouth.

“Fuck. I can’t last.” His hands tighten in my hair, and he goes to pull me off of him. “Zoey, come off, baby. I’ll cum in your mouth if you don’t.”

He tugs at my hair again, but I just grip him tighter and suck him deeper, not letting him take his cock away. I want him to lose control like I did with him.

“Goddamn, baby. I’m cumming.”

His thighs lock up as his cum hits the back of my throat. I drink it down, sucking all of him up and making sure I don’t spill any. He’s moaning so loudly, and I love the sound. I love that I was able to do that to him. I feel so powerful at being able to get him off, and it’s nice to know I can return the pleasure to him in some way.

When he’s finished cumming, I take my mouth off his hard cock and give it one last kiss on the tip. He jerks in response, and I smile up at him, seeing his eyes are half-closed.

“I think I saw stars,” he says, and it makes me smile.

“That was good?” I ask as he pulls me into his lap. I like that I pleased him.

“There’s not a word to describe it. So much better than
good
, cupcake. Perfect.” He grabs the back of my head, pulling me in for a soft kiss that I hate to pull away from.

“I think the food is burning.” I know he seems to hate that I can distract him like that, but I love that I can do to him what he does to me.

“Shit.” He jumps up and places me back on my chair before rushing over to the stove. He pulls a pan off and mumbles something about a
distraction
.