Chapter 10
TEN
ANONYMOUS
Okay, so maybe I overreacted.
I took the day off from classes to watch my girl and see how she interacted with people.
I was expecting her to meet up with someone or sneak a text to her lover every once in a while, but the only different thing about her was the way she would constantly glance around as though waiting for someone to jump out at her.
It was then that I realized she was waiting for me to jump out at her.
I felt ridiculous after that. She hadn’t blocked me because she was seeing someone else, she’d blocked me because she was scared of me.
I don’t really mind her being scared of me.
Her fear fills me with a rush of adrenaline, and I’m in serious danger of becoming addicted.
So, I kept following her around in between her classes. I watched from a distance as she sat in the little coffee shop with Cole and had their weekly catchup and then followed her back to her dorm when she was done for the day.
It didn’t feel right to just leave her like that, soooo I kinda, maybe, sorta, climbed up the fire escape and now I’m looking into her window from the rickety as fuck metal platform.
She has curtains covering the window, but I can still see through a small crack.
By the time I’d come to the decision to watch her more and climbed up here, she’d already changed into her pajamas before lying on her bed with her sketchpad and pencil in hand.
I don’t know what she’s drawing, but I know that whatever it is, it’ll be amazing. I’d love nothing more than to be beside her right now, watching her as she brushes the tip of the pencil across the page. But that’s not in the cards for today, unfortunately.
For now, I’m content to just watch her from here.
God, she’s beautiful.
She’s taken her makeup off and thrown her hair up in a messy bun, and fuck if it isn’t a sight to behold.
It’s rare that I get to see her like this, since she’s usually so put together for the public. Gracie grew up the way I did, always having to be careful and make sure that she does and says the right thing.
But damn if she doesn’t look so much better like this. Not that she doesn’t always look perfect because she does, but like this, she’s just Gracie. She’s just herself, and what I wouldn’t give to be lying beside her and playing with the loose tendrils of hair falling from her bun…
She shifts on the bed, and I test my weight against the railing behind me before settling against it.
I think I’ve found my new favorite spot to watch her from, though it’s risky as hell coming up here. And not just because the old thing could give way at any moment, but because literally anyone in this building or the next could look out of their window and see me.
Guess it’s a good thing I thought ahead and wore my mask.
When she first moved into the dorm, the guys and I kitted her place out with a full security system which would have normally alarmed one of us that there was someone out here.
Luckily for me, I have access to the server and was able to block the sensor before it would send a notification to anyone.
She shifts again, this time with a look of irritation crossing her pretty features as she stares at the page. Did she make a mistake?
Just as the thought crosses my mind, she throws it onto the bed with a visible huff and rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
Her mouth starts moving and I realize she’s saying something, though unfortunately, there’s no way for me to hear her.
What’s wrong, little one?
I want to text her and ask, but I’m keeping the new burner under wraps for right now and will text her when I feel like she needs me to—I don’t want her blocking my new number straight away.
I try to figure out what she’s saying from the way her lips are moving but it’s a fruitless talk, all I can gleam from the way she’s acting is that she’s clearly frustrated and I wish I could find a way to ease her irritation.
Just when I think she’s about to leap up from the bed and do something to occupy her time other than sketching, she surprises the hell out of me by cupping one of her tits while rubbing her face with the other.
Once she pulls the hand away from her face, it’s as though she’s completely washed away any and all frustration she was feeling and instead is just giving into the pleasure that she’s giving herself.
Is she thinking about me?
Is that why she was so irritated? Is she warring with herself between being sensible and keeping me blocked or giving into me, giving into the pleasure that she knows I can give her?
I’d love to think so.
Her hand slides from her chest and down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her shorts before slipping her hand inside.
Oh, fuck yes.
I shift my weight and grab my cock through my slacks, squeezing to try and ease the growing ache as I watch her.
Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking gorgeous right now. Her fingers move under her shorts, clearly circling her clit. Now all I need her to do is get undressed and give me a real show.
Would she continue if she knew I was watching? I guess I can only hope.
Her head tilts back and her mouth forms an O as she speeds up her movements and fuck, I’m actually getting my wish.
Her shorts must have been too constrictive for her to do what she needs to get off because she slides her shorts and panties off her legs and kicks them to the end of the bed.
Christ, what a sight. Even though her legs are closed and I can barely see what’s happening, this is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Fuck.
Fuck this.
I can’t fucking do this anymore.
My dick is throbbing, and I can’t help it. I quickly undo the zip on my slacks and free my cock, sighing in relief as it springs free.
“Fuck yes,” I murmur as I wrap my hand around it, giving it a few firm tugs.
She’s so damn pretty with her smooth skin on display and her unbridled pleasure right there for me to experience right along with her.
“Open ‘em up for me, love,” I whisper. “Let me see what’s mine.”
I need it.
Fuck, I need to see everything.
Her wrist is moving faster, her movements becoming erratic as she gets closer and closer to edge and Jesus Christ, I just need one little look. One little peek at what belongs to me.
My own movements speed up until they’re in time with hers and holy shit, I’m so close.
So. Fucking. Close.
Oh fuck, I’m gonna lose it.
There’s no way I can last, no way I can hold on when—
Her legs drop open as she tilts her head back on a moan, her dripping cunt right there for me to fucking salivate over.
Mmm fuck, I need another taste and soon.
What would she do if I turned up on her doorstep right now? Would she invite me in?
Would she drop down to her knees and suck me to the back of her throat while her fingers played with her pussy until she was throbbing with need and begging me to fuck her?
Would she want to ride me this time?
Just the thought of her taking what she wants from me as I gaze up at all of her beauty on display is almost enough for me to say fuck it and alert her to my presence just to see what happens.
Almost.
I can’t do that right now.
Right now, she needs space.
And I’ll always give her anything she needs.
So long as what she needs isn’t anyone else touching her, of course.
Her fingers continue in quick circular motions as her free hand reaches down, and she runs two fingers over her entrance before pushing them inside.
And that’s it.
I’m done for.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I jack my dick harder, faster, rubbing my thumb across the head with every stroke and she speeds up too, almost as though she’s trying to match me even though she has no idea I’m here.
Her body convulses and mine shudders.
She tips her head back with a moan as I bite my lip to contain mine.
Her movements slow as she rides out her orgasm. Mine become erratic until I spill into my hand with a quiet groan.
I pant, trying to catch my breath while she does the same.
Holy fucking shit, that was intense.
My girl gazes up at the ceiling, almost as though she’s in a trance as she rides the euphoria of her post orgasmic bliss and as the minutes tick by, I know I can’t stay up here much longer, not without someone seeing me and reporting me.
I managed to catch the cum in my hand when I came undone, and I stare down at it in dismay.
What the hell am I supposed to do with a handful of my cum? I can’t exactly wipe it on my clothes and wait for one of the guys to point it out when I get home.
I look between my hand and my girl, then my gaze focuses on the window separating us.
Huh.
I step forward slowly, careful not to move too quickly so that this shitty balcony doesn’t give way and I give into temptation.
Smearing the cum on my fingers, I use it to write on the window between us, writing the word that has been echoing around my mind since my lips first met hers that night in the club.
Mine.
Once I’m satisfied with it, I send one last longing look towards my girl before tucking my dick away and descending the death trap.
I’m going to have to find a way to bring this piece of shit up to the guys so that we can bring it to the university’s attention without them becoming suspicious of why I know how dangerous it is. But that’s tomorrows issue, I suppose.
Once I finally get my feet on solid ground, I let out a breath of relief before pulling out the burner phone.
I was planning to wait a little while longer before texting her, but it’s clear that she’s struggling to come to terms with what’s happening between us and if I have to be the bad guy to make her feel better about what she clearly wants and needs, then so be it.
My girl has a dark side, I know that.
And I’m going to give her every single secret fantasy she’s ever had.
And the ones she didn’t know she wanted, too.