Stalked For Love (12 page)

It was a spacious room decorated in green and blue, the bed was bigger than my own and I couldn’t complain. I was just glad he offered to help me, regardless of all of my issues. In some strange way, he calms me… and I liked that. Aside from craziness of things, I was just happy to be here, with him.

“Jessica, I will have some clothes delivered for you by tomorrow, and I’ll have your car moved here by night fall. I’m going to make a few calls, and make us some lunch, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll take a shower and be right down.”

“Take your time baby, and relax. I’ve got you,” he kissed my forehead, and left the room. Instead of overthinking things, I decided the best to do was to finish unpacking. I only had a little bit of clothes with me, and a few toiletries, that I had placed in the bathroom. I turned the shower on and tried to wash away the last few horrific hours, with soap and water. 

He’d walked the five blocks back to his truck that was located on a side street with his cap worn low, and his head down. Once inside his truck, he slammed the door closed and exhaled. The anxiety of what he has been doing to her, was starting to weigh on his conscience and not in a good way. But he pushed his wayward thoughts aside and started his engine and pulled off.

It was early morning, so the sidewalks were bare, and there was very little traffic on the streets. Which he already knew and used to his advantage. For what he had planned to do, he needed to get in and out with minimal chance of being seen. So early morning was the only way, and now he was headed back to his house. To await the urgent phone call that he knew would come in the next hour or so, once she woke up.

Two hours had passed and the call he was waiting for, never came. He began to worry and decided to send her a text message. He needed to make himself present, even if she wasn’t thinking about him at that very moment.

So he texted her, letting her know that he was thinking about her and making sure that he was in some way, on her mind. He anxiously began pacing around his kitchen, wondering why she still hadn’t called him yet. He then went upstairs to wash his face, and brace himself for her call. Then, a few minutes later, the call he was waiting for, finally came. But to his dismay, it was in no way what he’d expected it to be like.

He anticipated that she would be upset, and maybe a little startled, but she was more than both of those things put together. She was hysterical. She was crying uncontrollably, frightened and hyperventilating when she called him. It seemed as if she was on the verge of having a panic attack. Once he held her in his arms, he kept trying to calm her down, but it wasn’t working. The guilt started to weigh on him even more, he felt so cruel for putting her through this. But the pros outweighed the cons of his actions, so he didn’t allow himself to feel too bad.

He needed her to see the bigger picture, and this was the only way he knew how to do that. He just didn’t want to waste any more time, and he knew all that he’d done was necessary, to a good extent.

Because now she was exactly where he wanted her to be, where he felt she belonged, all along. She was now staying with him, in his home and in some sick and twisted way, he couldn’t be happier.

***

After he’d made a few calls to get her car moved to his home, and to his personal shopper to deliver her a full wardrobe ASAP. He then made his way to the kitchen, to make them some lunch. He’d prepared the table on the patio, since she really liked the yard, and he knew she could use the fresh air.

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.