Chapter 9 Seth
Chapter nine
Seth
As soon as I wake up, I know something is off.
It can’t be later than three or four in the morning, but I just know something is wrong.
My ass is tender and cum is crusted all over my stomach.
Sitting up, the unmistakable feeling of wetness between my thighs makes me freeze.
Shakily, I run a finger across my sore hole and damn near faint at the sticky white fluid I find.
Oh fuck. I’m not crazy. I’m actually having sleep sex. There’s no other explanation.
I lurch off my bed, wincing at the deep ache in my ass as I hobble over to my small desk where I left my laptop.
I was lucky enough that one of the brands Mattie had suggested was having a sale, and I was able to snag a camera for under a hundred bucks. Mattie helped me set it all up last night
The camera itself is on the top shelf of my bookshelf, hidden between a couple of old college textbooks. It has a perfect view of my bed and door, and while the daytime video is high quality, its night view is about as good as CCTV, which is why I left a small lamp on.
My hands are shaking so badly that I struggle to start my laptop, my fingers smashing the wrong keys as I type in my password.
Finally, on the fourth try, I unlock it. Quickly opening the software, I scroll to the newest recording and push play. As expected, the video is grainy, but it’s good enough that Ican clearly see what’s going on.
Nothing happens at first, just me getting ready for bed and falling asleep. But right before midnight, all that changes.
I sit up in my chair, my heart pounding as my bedroom door opens and a man slips inside. He touches me gently, before stripping down and crawling between my legs.
My breath hitches when he takes me into his mouth and then just lays his head down on my leg, his jaw working as if he’s sucking on a damn lollipop.
I try to fight it, but the sight excites me.
My dick twitches against my thigh and I consider slapping it as punishment. I do not need to get turned on by this.
There’s something very familiar about the man in my bed, though. I lean closer, squinting at his face from the odd camera angle.
“Holy shit!!” I fall out of my chair, backpedaling until I hit the bed.
My chest heaves, vision going spotty in places while I watch my silver fox stalker as he practically falls asleep suckling on me.
Oh, my God, he knows where I live. He’s been in my apartment! But I know I lock the door every night, especially since I first noticed he was following me.
But what if I forgot last night?
I stumble my way out of my bedroom, turning on lights as I make my way across the apartment to my front door.
And find it locked tight.
I stare at the door, uncomprehending, before going back to my computer. I slowly sit back down, staring at the video still playing on my screen. Eventually, he lets my now very hard dick go. He watches me for a bit before he leaves the bedroom and returns a few minutes later carrying something.
More than one something.
He has vegetables? Why does he have my vegetables?
My eyes go wide as he crawls back onto the bed, pouring what looks like lube onto his fingers and begins finger fucking me. This only lasts a few minutes before he grabs the carrot, lubes that up and slides it inside of me, fucking me as I squirm on the bed.
Not long after, he switches to what looks like a cucumber with a bulge in the middle. I swallow convulsively as I watch him coax my body into accepting the much larger vegetable.
My hole clenches as I watch this stranger sodomize me. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong.
But the expression on his face is one of affection. His smile is gentle as he touches me, and even though I’m completely out of it, he makes sure it’s pleasure I’m feeling.
That should not put butterflies in my stomach! But it does.
Watching this stranger shower me with tender affection makes something warm squeeze my chest. I’ve never had a lover be this attentive to me, never had someone more interested in my experience and pleasure than their own.
And he proves it as I watch myself stiffen on the screen, cum painting my stomach as he milks me through my orgasm.
My dick throbs, shocking the hell out of me as it kicks roughly against the edge of the desk. I’ve been so focused on the recording that I forgot that I’m completely naked.
I can’t tear my gaze away from the screen as I watch, my chest heaving when I realize he’s going to fuck me with the leek still in me.
His dick is long and thick, almost as thick as the cucumber before the bulge.
The emotions passing through me are intense and confusing.
A part of me feels violated, ashamed. But another, hidden part, is enjoying this.
My stalker is clearly good at what he’s doing.
I almost wish I’d been conscious enough to remember how good he made me feel.
Before I second-guess myself, my hips roll as I watch him enter me, the edge of the desk scraping deliciously against the underside of my dick and catching on my frenulum.
I grip the desk to keep it from shaking so much as I match the rhythm of my stalker’s thrusts.
I should not be doing this. I should not be this turned on as I watch myself practically getting raped in my bed while I’m asleep.
My gaze zeros in on where we are connected, his thick dick pounding into me as the leek stretches me even more. His muscles shake, and I can’t help wondering if he’s holding back.
God, what would it feel like for him to completely lose control?
Pre-cum coats my cock, making things slippery and I slide down in my chair until my dick is pressed against the underside of the desk. I thrust up, fucking against my desk as I watch him fuck me.
My skin begins to tingle, little sparks of pleasure jumping along my nerve endings and making my nuts draw up tight.
A groan escapes me as he wraps one hand around my dick and begins pumping me.
My grip on the desk is so tight that the color has bleached from my fingers, and my hands are cramping, but I don’t risk readjusting.
I’m too close to the edge, too close to release.
On screen, my stalker brings me to orgasm; my cum spilling across his hand.
But what brings me screaming over the edge is when he takes that cum and rubs it into his skin. Marking himself with my seed.
Never thought I’d be into that sort of thing, but as my cum sprays against the bottom of my desk and drips onto my stomach, I have to reassess my kinks.
Shakily, I pull myself more firmly into the chair, my limbs trembling from the force of my orgasm.
I know I need to clean up the mess, but it can wait.
Mr. Stalker reaches down and grips the base of his dick and that’s when I notice the bulge. It wasn’t there when he first started fucking me, but it’s there now and it’s huge! Easily the size of a baseball.
And he’s squeezing it hard enough to leave indents in the flesh.
His hips lose their rhythm before he thrusts in a final time and stills, almost collapsing over me. My softening dick twitches as I drink in his ‘O’ face, his eyelids fluttering closed as his lips part.
Eventually, he pulls out, cleans up, and leaves, and not ten minutes later I’m blinking awake.
Realization floods through me that he was just here; that I missed him only by minutes. And logically, I know that I should be feeling terror at the fact that I was repeatedly sodomized by a home invader, but that’s not what makes my face warm and my chest feel tight.
It’s the gentleness with which he touches me. The look on his face as he watches me. The fact that he was intent on my pleasure before his. I’ve had lovers and hook-ups before, but they never looked at me like that or touched me with such fondness.
Oh my God, am I developing a crush on my home-intruding, psycho stalker?
Okay, yes, he saved my life, and that might affect me in some ways. The memory of him appearing in that alley like some fictional superhero makes my stomach go all fluttery. Even though he had glowing eyes and claws, and he literally ripped the crazy guy’s arm off, I didn’t fear him.
I groan, rubbing the palms of my hands harshly against my eyes. As if I need my life to get more complicated.
The most logical thing I need to do is call the cops, report the guy, and call my landlord to get my locks changed. My mind made up, I shut down my laptop and throw on some clothes. I have a very busy day ahead of me.