12. And My Teeth?
12
And My Teeth?
Ever
“Theron. Please, Theron,” I moaned as he tongue fucked me. I was head down on his desk, ass in the air as he feasted on me from behind. My cheek was pressed into the expensive oak top, flushed as my orgasm threatened to topple me over the edge of sanity.
I’d come here looking for him, my body feeling alight with need as I locked his office door and pulled off my sweater. “I need you to take care of me, Dr. Hawthorne. Please touch me,” I begged him as he fell to his knees at my feet.
My hair was coiled around his fist, the other hand pressing wantonly at my puckered hole as he lapped my dripping cunt. His tongue was a tool, and he wielded it with expert precision. A man such as him never tackled anything he couldn’t master, and cunnilingus was no exception. I felt as if he could eat me alive, and I’d thank him for it. Yes, please devour me, Theron!
“Fuck, little rabbit. You’re such a good girl,” he groaned before I felt a trail of spit land on my most sensitive and private area. When his thumb pressed inward, I came all over his ready tongue while he refused to let any of me go to waste.
“Tell me how much you need me, Ever,” he commanded as he slowly fucked my ass with his digit. He was standing behind me now, watching me pant and groan at his touch. I was an ant under his magnifying glass, burned alive by the intensity of him.
“I want you, Theron. I want you so much it hurts,” I admitted hoarsely. The hand that was wrapped around my curls tightened, and I whimpered.
“Are you going to be good for me, little rabbit? Will you let me chase you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His thumb stopped moving. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Yes!” I cried loudly. “I’ll be good for you, Theron!”
He groaned, pressing his hips against me until I felt his erection nudging at my wanting pussy. My arousal was dripping down my legs, a mixture of my come and his spit. “You’re so lovely, my Ever. My forever.”
* * *
I woke with a grasp, my hair stuck to my neck and heart thundering in my chest. The apartment was completely dark, and I blinked against the shadows that seemed to dance around the room. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, catching my breath that was so shallow I felt like I’d run a marathon. Fuck, I’d been dreaming. Was that relief or disappointment I felt?
An aroma of cedar surrounded me, and it reminded me of him. It was like he had stepped out of my wet dream and made himself at home in my waking world — teasing me. I groaned, sitting up and fumbling around for my phone in the dark before I found it and saw it was nearly seven at night, meaning I’d slept the entire day. I couldn’t remember anything but his hands on my body, my legs trembling in ecstasy as he brought me to climax over and over again.
I rubbed at my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater before realizing that I was naked from the waist down, my thigh sticky and wet from arousal. The entire inside of my legs were covered in it, dripping down my body as I stood. “Jesus,” I admonished myself. I’d never had a wet dream be this — well, wet!
I padded to the bathroom, squinting against the lights and turned on the shower. That was a rather heated, wet dream, and my were cheeks flushed a bright red as I stared at myself in the mirror. My curls were wild and frizzy, creating a halo around my brow as I blinked at my reflection. I looked properly fucked, even from a dream!
Theron fucking Hawthorne was invading my mind, and I hated how much control I’d allowed to slip through my fingers. Somehow I felt that he would know I’d dreamed of him fucking me, with my ass in the air and begging for him to make me come. He certainly looked at me like he knew I wanted him, but that didn’t mean I had to let the bastard win.
“God, you horny slut,” I muttered, pressing the palms of my hand into my eyes. “Get it together!” Theron was not just a hot doctor but my stalker . He was dangerous and delusional.
But definitely still hot . . .
“Argh!” I growled to myself before ripping off the hoodie and climbing into the shower. I’d scrubbed at my skin, feeling like I could smell his cologne on me. No matter how much soap I used and rinsed, it surrounded me like a cloud. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his fingers digging into my legs, his tongue leaving trails of fire down the inside of my thighs. My brain had concocted a rather vivid dream of him, and it felt like a memory.
I looked down as I washed and blinked against the spray of the shower. High up on the inside of my left thigh, there was a dark pink, almost purple bite marks!
“What?” My fingers pressed into it, and sure enough, it was sore. Where the fuck had those come from? There were two outlines of teeth and even more small, red marks left by a mouth. I shook my head, thinking that there was no way he could have done this without me knowing. Maybe my anemia was coming back? They couldn’t possibly be bite marks.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, wiping around the condensation on the glass until I came back into view. I’d piled my hair on my head to keep it from getting wet, but stray but damp curls still fell freely around my face. At some point in my life, I would have conceded that I was beautiful, with rich brown curls and soft green eyes. These are features that a lot of men would have found desirable until they got to know me. Once my mental health declined, my body fell away with it. I no longer had a glow of life but rather a crazed and sleepless look that made me appear crazed.
Many would see me as a red flag and turn the other way, but red was Theron Hawthorne’s favorite color. As if his ears were ringing, my phone went off from the living room, and I knew it was Theron. No one else called me. I padded into the dark room and saw that I was right, picking it up and answering.
“Hello, sweetheart. Dream of me?”
I flushed with embarrassment. “Only in my nightmares, Hawthorne.” I lied as the scenes played over and over again in my head of his tongue fucking me senseless.
“They must be exciting — these nightmares of yours. Tell me, little rabbit, am I chasing you? Do you let me catch you?”
I pulled my towel tighter around myself, looking towards the one open window in my apartment with nervous excitement. “Would that get you to leave me alone? A game of catch and release?”
He chuckled. “Never, Ever, Ever,” he teased. “The chase would go on until one of us was in the grave. I hope it’s me,” his tone was dark but unmistakably seductively.
I slowly walked towards the small window that looked out to the street, trying to stay along the wall and out of view. “And how would you die, Hawthorne? If you could choose, how would you meet your maker?”
“Oh,” he moaned. “Are you teasing me, little rabbit?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling, even though he wasn’t in front of me I knew he’d be able to tell. “Tell me,” I urged him as I peered out the open window. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see a dark figure standing across the street, illuminated by a flickering lamp that refused to die. How picturesque.
“I see you, rabbit.” I pulled away, my back hitting the wall as my heart fluttered rapidly in my chest, and a smile tore my face in two. “Will you come out of your burrow, Ever? I promise to behave.”
I was silently shaking my head. “Tell me how you want to die, Theron Hawthorne, and I’ll consider it.”
Would I? The man all about admitted that he had a key to my house a few days ago, and he’d stalked me relentlessly. Still, he’d done me far less harm than any other man I’d gone out with. Theron was open about his obsession and how he wanted to own but protect me. If I was already a dying woman, then what was the worst that could happen? Maybe I’d get a great layout of all this and a chance to forget myself.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, sweetheart. It’s dangerous to tease a desperate man.”
“Tell me.”
He hummed, thinking about it for a moment. “There’s no other way I’d like to go but by your hands, rabbit. It would be the ultimate show of your love and your hate. I’ll own both before this is over.”
I bit my lip, peering around the window until I saw him standing there with a hood drawn over his head, his face cast in shadows. “Just my hands?” I asked him quietly.
He laughed. “And your teeth,” he said as he took a step into the quiet road.
I was breathing heavily, warmth pooling in my belly as I held the towel tight to my body. My nipples hardened, the friction from the rough fabric both painful and erotic as I watched him stalk me.
“What else,” I demanded.
He was right under my window now, phone to his ear, though I still couldn’t see through the dark shadows cast by his hood. “Let me in, Ever, and I’ll show you.”
“No,” I gasped. “You have to tell me first, and then I’ll come out.”
He growled but took a breath. “Oh, you naughty little rabbit. Okay, I’ll play your game, but you better make good on your promise.”
“Where do you want my hands, Hawthorne?” I asked as my fingers cupped my breast through the fabric, thinking of his skilled fingers from my dream. A surgeon’s hands.
“Around my throat, Ever. I want you to take my breath away while you straddle my body. Can you do that for me?”
I tried to muffle a whimper. “Yes,” I admitted. “And my teeth?”
“Sunk into my bottom lip until you draw blood. I know you want to, you naughty creature.”
I bit into my own lip, feeling his eyes on me as he viewed me through the window. “What would it taste like?”
“Sin,” he whispered slowly. “I’ll be your greatest sin.”
“Theron,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes, rabbit?”
“What would your last words be? Before I killed you?”
He groaned, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “Thank you.”