Stalked For Love (14 page)

“So, are
you ready to tell me what your dream was about?” He calmly asked.

“You,” I said flatly.

“Me? You were dreaming about me, and you panicked like that?” He looked at me, as if I had actually insulted him with my answer. “What was I doing in this dream?” he uttered, gauging my reaction.

“I think you know
exactly
what you were doing in my dream already?” I snarled, and he flinched back from my anger. I was trying to stay calm, but I was quickly becoming overwhelmed again. All the info Dr. Klein had told me about his family, his stalker capabilities, a possible pregnancy, and his…love for me had me spent

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Thomas, I know,” I said, looking him square in the face.

“Know what?” He feigned innocence, and it pissed me off even more.

“Don’t play anymore games with me. No more, do you understand me?” My voice became louder with every word. “I. Fucking. Know.” My breathing had turned into harsh pants, as my anger began to rise. His ability to purposely not comprehend me, or admit to his actions would not be tolerated. He lied and manipulated me, and only was incompetent when it was convenient for him and his goals. Until now, because now… I wanted the truth and he was going to give that to me, whether he wanted to or not.

He just stared at me, his face a complete blank and devoid of any emotion, which made it impossible for me to read. “I only have one question, and before you lie, think hard about your answer, Professor. If I don’t like your answer, or if it’s
another
lie…
you
won’t ever see
me
again,” he gasped and closed his eyes, as if my words had literally cut him. As if the thought of not seeing me took away his breath, and he couldn’t fathom the thought of not having me. Which was shocking and scary all in itself.

“Tell me…why?” I muttered, and braced myself for his answer.

He then opened his eyes as he exhaled, blinking nervously at me. I could see the mist covering his eyes, as he gazed silently at me. I knew he realized that his answer would confirm my assumptions of him, and also expose his motives for his actions. He was very silent, as he gazed at me and I at him. The only thing I could hear was our breathing.
Why couldn’t he answer me? Why was he doing this?
The minutes steadily passed with nothing being said between us, but our eyes stayed locked, and I could see him thinking about how to respond. I really didn’t know what started all of this, and what had made him begin to—

“Because I’m in love with you,” he choked out, and I gasped.
Oh shit.

“Thomas, ugh, how can you be so sure that you love a woman you’ve only slept with a few times?” I asked, perplexed, while still digesting his declaration of love. Sherry was right, he really did want a life with me.
Oh my god!

“It’s never been about the sex. I loved you before we ever made love, and I don’t think I can help it,” he looked sheepishly at me, and I swallowed rather loudly.

“Are you crazy, Thomas? Should I be scared of you?”

“I am
not
crazy, and I have
no
shame regarding my feelings for you, Jessica. I love you so much, and I couldn’t wait to get closer to you, so I progressed in the only way that I could,” he said.

“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 hardening 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.