3. Ali
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ALI
I can’t believe he caught me.
I feel so stupid. I broke my main rule. I got too close.
I couldn’t help myself. I desperately needed a closer look at the enigma of a man who’s been creeping into my bedroom and has seen me naked. And as I suspected, even hotter when he’s not shrouded in darkness. Mind-numbingly so. His face is gorgeous and somehow harsh, which perfectly matches his raw enormity. His muscles, massive and sculpted, strained the seams of his suit jacket and shirt. He could no doubt lift me up with one arm if he wanted to. When he looked at me, his smoldering eyes made me feel like I was the center of the world. And he moved with such unfaltering confidence it was as though the entire universe warped to make room for him.
And then there was his voice. Strong and firm like the foundation of a skyscraper but with a hint of sweetness, like a teaspoon of honey poured into strong coffee. Then there was the gun on his waist.
I don’t know why, but that was a major turn-on. Guns are clearly dangerous, but there’s something about a clearly capable man with one that’s…exciting?
This is utterly shameful. My stalker should terrify me.
And he does.
But he also turns me on in a way I can barely understand.
It’s nearly one a.m. I’ve been lying in bed for an hour now, naked as a jaybird, and I’m all alone. He should be here by now. Maybe he somehow missed the fairly obvious hint I gave him back in the alley when I said I was turning in early. Like, duh, dude! What did you think I was saying?
Maybe I was being too subtle for him. It sure didn’t feel that way to me. But then again, he barely even spoke, and his face was impossible to read. He stood there like a stoic warrior, unshakeable. A statue of grandiose masculinity. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or intrigued. It did feel like he was being playful at times, but the sharp lines of his face betrayed nothing.
I’ve learned nothing from stalking him these last six days–nothing intriguing, that is. Parker is like a robot. He runs through the routine every day: wakes up at 7a.m., does a hundred shirtless pushups in his living room (which always makes my jaw drop), then makes himself an omelet and goes to work at his security job. I can’t follow him all day, of course. I have class. So we’re apart for most of the day, and if I’m being honest, that’s getting harder and harder for me.
There is this one woman at his work who, I have to confess, has brought the jealousy out in me. She’s blond, probably somewhere in her early thirties, and it’s blatantly obvious that she has a thing for Parker. She smiles at him, bends over to show off her cleavage, and wears skin-tight dresses and heels like she’s playing the naughty secretary in a porn movie. I honestly can’t believe the boys upstairs let her dress like that at such a highly respected firm.
But as far as I can tell, Parker doesn’t respond to her advances. In fact, on several occasions, I’ve seen him turn away from her in a way that most women would consider rude. But she must really like him because she keeps it up. It’s not like I blame her. Parker is astoundingly gorgeous. If I was her, I’d probably be doing the same thing.
Ever since I’ve begun reverse-stalking him, it’s becoming harder and harder to be away from him. I used to just anticipate seeing him at night, but now I’m wanting him more and more. It’s kind of like going a whole day without eating Doritos, but then you have one and you end up wanting to eat the whole bag.
My appetite has been whetted, and my need for him is increasing every day.
He is incredibly skilled at stalking, but now that I know he’s following me, I’ve managed to spot him a few times while leaving school or driving back to my apartment. I even setup a Wi-Fi motion sensor in the vacant house across the street that alerts me whenever he goes inside.
I’ve never been more thrilled in my life.
What a sick and twisted game we’re both playing.
I try to stay awake as long as I can, but by two a.m., I’m falling asleep. Guess he isn’t coming. Deflated, I slip my shorts on and twist onto my stomach, letting out a disappointed sigh. And that’s when I hear it. The almost-silent sound of my window opening, then the shifting of my floorboards as he creeps inside.
He’s here.
Can he read my mind? Was he waiting until I gave up on him tonight?
A hot heat of excitement swells between my legs. It spreads, radiating through my body as my heart begins to race. I’m hit with a scintillating rush of lust. Why does this turn me on so much? Am I crazy?
I remain perfectly still, pretending to be asleep as Parker creeps quietly across the room until he’s standing by my bed. His musk fills my nostrils, awakening pillars of primal passion within me. His heat warms me, amplifying my longing, as I listen to the hypnotic sounds of his strong, controlled breaths.
My body is crying out with anticipation, thirsting for his touch. It’s usually now that he pulls back my sheets to look at my body, and I curse myself for putting my shorts back on. What an idiot I am. But this time, instead of getting right to it, he stands there for a long time, as though he’s weighing something over in his mind. He’s not going to change his mind now…is he?
He climbed the wall of my building.
He broke into my bedroom. Why would he do that if not to go all the way?
God, if only I could scream at him to touch me.
When he finally leans down and pulls back the covers, I have to struggle to stay still. I can feel his eyes scouring my mostly-naked body. If only I had left my shorts off. Then this would have been perfect. But then again, are first times ever perfect? From everything I’ve heard from other girls, they’re mostly awkward and sometimes boring. Well, even if this doesn’t go a hundred percent according to plan, it certainly won’t be boring.
I nearly jump when he touches my back just below my neck, right between my shoulder blades. It feels like the knuckle of his middle finger. He traces slowly down, setting my body ablaze with salacious cravings.
Don’t move.
You’re sleeping, Ali. You’re sleeping.
My breath catches in my throat as his fingers reach the waistband of my shorts. I hear his breathing and match its rhythm with mine, desperately fighting to keep up the illusion of unconsciousness. My heart is pounding so hard against the mattress there’s just no way he doesn’t hear it.
His touch on my lower back is so gentle and restrained, which only serves to heighten the tension in the room. Thinking about it, this could be a scene out of a horror film. The masked killer standing over the half-naked girl just before he plunges his knife into her back.
Picturing that should turn me off. And yet…
Take off my shorts, Parker. Strip me naked and make me yours. Please, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now, big fella. I want it. You know I do. I want you to take my V-card. Don’t question yourself now.
Finally, I feel his thumbs hook into my waistband. He pulls tenderly, but my shorts are pinned beneath me and I can’t move, or I’ll break the illusion that I’m sleeping. So with every ounce of control in my body, I subtly shift the angle of my hips, allowing him to pull them down. All the way to my ankles.
For the second time, I’m completely bare before Parker.
Only this time, I’m lying on my stomach, my legs slightly spread, giving him a tiny peek at what he’s come here to claim.
Come on. It’s yours.
Take it.
My floorboards creek as he lowers himself, and I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs, sending goosebumps across my whole body. Are those his lips barely brushing against my skin? No guy has ever been this intimate with me before. I have no idea how I’m managing to remain this calm. It’s like being subjected to a form of delightful torture.
His breath tickles as he moves up to my sex, and I hear a deep inhale as he takes in my scent. “Fuck, I knew she’d smell delicious.” His whisper ramps up my excitement like gasoline being poured on a fire. I’m about to overheat. My face is prickling from an intense blush. The desire for him to be inside me is overpowering.
Take my V-card, Parker.
He did pick up on my hint back in the alley. Either that, or it’s just somehow a coincidence that tonight was the night he finally lost control and decided to simply claim me in my sleep. To be honest, that would be an even bigger turn-on. God, I really am insanely kinky. Where did all this come from?
There’s a quiet sound of a zipper followed by a surge of body heat as Parker climbs onto my bed. He straddles me like a cowboy riding a bull, his knees on either side of my ass. And then I feel it. The strong, hot, thick, heaviness of his cock as he pulls it from his pants and sets it between my cheeks.
Oh my God.
This is really happening.
I lie still as he parts my ass and presses his tip against my slit, which is absolutely soaked with arousal. A low, approving rumble sounds from deep within his chest, and I die inside. If only I could see his face at this moment. Me, stripped bare. Him, still clothed, entering me while I pretend to sleep.
Does he know I’m pretending?
Or does he simply not care?
There’s a pinch of pain as he presses his crown through my breach, and I allow myself a deep breath in response. I don’t even need to see his cock to know how massive it is. The stretch is deep, and each inch he pushes into me feels like it’s drilling into my stomach.
My God, how can there be more?
There’s a moment of resistance, and I brace myself as Parker continues to push. I tense and gasp a whisper into my pillow as he pops my cherry and slides deeper. That’s it. He’s taken me. I belong to him now. A twisted stalker whom I barely know has deflowered me while I lay still in the darkness, unmoving like a sex doll. His personal little fuck-toy to do with what he pleases.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice content and victorious. “You’re mine now.”
I’m glowing like a superhero as he starts to thrust. Now would be a perfect time to “wake up,” turn to face him, and interact like a normal person. But I’m not normal. I’m in love with what we’re doing, so why would I want to change anything?
I fantasized about this, and now it’s happening.
I’m in heaven.
I keep my eyes closed and my face in the pillow as Parker fucks me, stretching me to his perfect fit with his fist-like erection. Somehow, he’s being rough and gentle at the same time. It’s like he’s still somehow doing his best not to wake me, despite pounding me harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper.
I’m aching for him to pull my hair. Choke me. Spank my ass.
But he can’t do that or he’ll break our illusion.
“You feel so fucking good…” Is he whispering to himself? Or does he know I can hear him?
I want to respond. Tell him he feels amazing too. I can already feel my climax beginning to bloom, like a field of flowers ready to open to the morning sun. My thighs are slick, and our legs make a naughty slapping sound with each thrust he digs into me. I’m fighting to keep my breaths under control, yet at the same time, I’m gasping for air as his shaft somehow thickens even more inside me. He leans down, and I feel his breath on my ear, sending an electric jolt up my spine. Ever so gently, he wraps his moist lips around my lobe, and that’s when it happens. I go off.
I let out a moan as my orgasm seizes me. I simply can’t contain myself any longer as my body jolts and quivers from head to toe.
I’m instantly lightheaded.
Parker rocks deep inside me. Such passion. Such strength. He growls, and I feel an intense spray that can only be one thing. His cum. He’s coming inside me without even asking. Without even preparing. And why wouldn’t he? After all, I belong to him now. We both know it.
His seed splashes into me, coating my walls. So hot and sticky and messy. It must be a massive load as I can already feel it spilling out of me as he ruts hard, bucking his hips down against my ass like he’s trying to embed me into the mattress.
We come together like something out of a sick and twisted fairy tale.
And then, to top it all off, he twists my face to his and kisses me.
His lips envelop mine, and without hesitation, he presses his tongue into my mouth. It’s like he wants to devour me. Eat up every little morsel of my being so no other man can ever have me. His embrace is so fierce with passion it’s frightening, and that only intensifies my release, skyrocketing me to a peak I never knew I could reach. His cock pulses a final time, filling me with his spend. Solidity begins to return to my head, and Parker delicately pulls back his kiss.
“Shhhh,” he whispers, sending a shiver through me.
And just like that, he pulls out of me, leaving me vacant and lost. Yearning for him to lie back down on top of me and fill me up again. And again. And again.
The sound of him zipping up his pants is like a jump-scare out of a scary movie. This time, I can’t hide my gasp. And despite knowing better, I open my eyes just in time to see him turn away from the bed and slip back out the window like a trained assassin.
My heart flutters and dances. This isn’t just a crush I have. I’ve lost it.
I want to scream at him to come back.
I push myself up on one elbow and see wet marks on my pillow. I reach up and touch my face and realize I’ve been crying. Tears of ecstasy. Of joy. Parker gave me everything I wanted and more. But why do I need this? Why don’t I just want it normal like every other girl?
“Come back…” I whimper, my sex throbbing in rhythm with my heart. Blissful aftershocks of the most important night of my life.
I collapse back into bed, clutching my pillow to my chest while I stare up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with giddiness. I smile and continue to cry.
Smiling and crying. Two things that don’t normally go together. Then again, neither do sleeping and sex. But that sure as hell worked out, didn’t it?