Chapter 4
Jayce
An occasional whimper left Alana’s throat, even though it had been hours since she’d stopped crying. After we left that office, she was a wreck. I was glad I had the foresight to insist that I drive her to the appointment. I had one of my friends drop off her car at the apartment and once he handed me the keys, I closed the front door.
“Oh, Alana,” I sighed, dropping onto the couch beside her. I pulled her into my side and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her temple.
She was on her fourth glass of wine and from the way she nearly spilled it for the third time, I thought it might be time to cut her off. In her state, though, maybe she needed to work through it this way for a night. She might scream and cry or she could shut down entirely. Either way, it probably felt better than being sober.
I grabbed her glass and went back to the kitchen to pour her more. “Do you want to talk?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what to say. It’s just unbelievable. How did I not know?”
“Apparently, he had secrets. I’m sorry.”
“Fifty thousand,” she said, then scoffed. “It helps, but half of it will be gone just paying off my car. Then my student loans. I thought I’d be able to get those out of the way to help with my bills. Maybe go back to school…” She drew in a shuddering breath before she drained her wine.
“We can figure all of that out. I’ll help you.”
When I pulled her against me again, she relaxed, then she became tense suddenly. Her eyes met mine and she scooted a little further away.
My jaw ticked at the gesture. Him . How could I ever create a future with her that was untarnished by him when she saw his face every time she looked at me? The betrayal in her expression right now wasn’t earned by me, yet I suffered for it.
It wasn’t just about my need for her. She’d always shot longing glances my way as well. We circled each other but couldn’t do anything about it, at least in her mind. She overthought everything.
One time, when she was drunk, she admitted that she saw me sometimes when he fucked her. It had taken every ounce of self-control not to claim her as mine right there. But that was the fucking problem. We were interchangeable. Connected. The legacy of one bled into that of the other.
I needed her to want me . No face. No sapphire eyes or dark waves. No Jake, but also no Jayce.
Ideas were forming in my mind, ways to keep these two vastly different people separate in her eyes. Maybe it didn’t start with me. Maybe it started with someone else, a person she didn’t know- the man who had been stalking her for nearly half her life, the nameless entity who lurked in her shadows and knew where she was at every moment.
Me, but not.
I looked at her lips, stained slightly by the wine. My tongue moved with the desire to taste its sweetness on her. She’d drank from the bottle with my cum in it, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted it smeared across her pretty pink mouth, glistening as I painted it there with my cock.
Those lips should be wrapped around my shaft, swollen and needy. While she held my cum in her mouth, I wanted to fill her pussy with it. Then, I’d allow her to swallow, only to collect every drop from between her legs and spit it onto her tongue. I wanted her so addicted that she would beg for it, unable to feel whole until she tasted me every morning.
My quickly spiraling fantasies solidified one thing tonight.
Jake was a tumor wreaking havoc on her brain. It looked like I would have to excise him.
*****
When I left Alana’s apartment, she was mostly passed out already. I’d tucked her safely into bed and locked the door behind me so that she’d be safe. From others.
It was easy for me to get in since I had a code. She didn’t know there was an app, but I cleared the entry anyway. If she ever learned about it and downloaded it, I didn’t need her to see how often I came in here when she wasn’t aware of it. How could I not? She was here every night, alone and vulnerable in her bed.
I never touched her in any meaningful way when I was here. My fingers in her hair or trailing down her back. That was it. My body throbbed with the need for more this time. It was an ache that grew with every step I took toward her bedroom, driven further by her fragile state. If she was in pain, I wanted to either take it away or be the cause of it. Right now, I was leaning toward the former, but the second option burned through my veins every day.
From the moment I saw her, I loved Alana, but that didn’t mean I wanted a life of sweet kisses and unmarked skin. That wasn’t enough for me. Maybe it stemmed from going so long without her, watching my brother have her and underappreciate her. It awoke a hatred in me- toward him and maybe a little toward her because she stayed when things became stagnant. She watched me with longing in her eyes, but she denied herself. It was weak and I knew that she could be strong.
It might be from all of the other sex I had over the years. It angered me every time because it was never with who I wanted. They were surrogates, practice for the moment I’d finally have her, grotesque mockeries of my true desires. Sometimes, I hurt them. It felt fucking good. And with Alana, I wanted that, but I also desired more. Her pain, her pleasure, her acquiescence and complete surrender to my will. To me .
This thing had festered for so long and I could feel that it was about to burst. It was better to get ahead of that, to sate myself gradually so that I didn’t do something insane like declare my undying love for her while we sat on the couch rewatching Schitt’s Creek for the fiftieth time. That would be awkward and I knew what I would see in her eyes if I did that. So, I needed to feed the beast scraps until she was ready.
Stopping in her doorway, I stared at her sleeping form. She’d kicked off the blanket like she always did because she got warm at night. From her position on her stomach, I could see the swell of her ass peeking out of her sleep shorts. The fabric indented her skin and I imagined my fingers pressing into her like that. I could leave bruises there. She might not notice them.
With my mask and hood, only my eyes were visible, but barely. In the darkness, I was all but a ghost. This black fabric covering was the only thing I had, but I’d buy a full mask tomorrow- something that was frightening and would burn my memory into her brain when I allowed her to see me in her bed soon. It would establish an identity, a persona that would exist only with this version of me. It was Halloween, so it should be easy enough to find something good.
If she woke up, she would be groggy from the wine. Worse, probably. She’d been incoherent when I put her to bed. It was possible she wouldn’t remember anything. And if she did? I was simply an intruder who touched her but didn’t hurt her. Maybe a little bit.
That settled it.
Feeling brave, I stepped further into the room. I gently placed my knees on the end of the bed. It dipped slightly and I moved slowly so that it wouldn’t jostle her too much.
I trailed my fingers gently up the backs of her thighs. She let out a heavy breath and squirmed a little before she settled again. She always slept like the dead. One of us had to wake her up for classes back in the day, otherwise she’d be late or miss them entirely. I still texted her in the mornings to make sure she was up for work. With the addition of alcohol, she was a victim to my whims.
The thought of that made something flare in my chest. If anyone ever made it into her apartment while she was in a state like this, she wouldn’t wake up until it was too late. They’d have her at their mercy. Their hands would be on her, their cocks would be inside of her. In my body.
I ran my thumbs under the creases of her ass cheeks where they met her thighs. When I pushed upward, I stared at the round, full globes beneath me. Trying to keep my breaths steady, I dipped under the fabric. With the slightest shift of my hands, my thumbs suddenly touched the warm skin of her vulva. I spread her open and my eyes rolled at the image it conjured in my head.
In one swift motion, I grabbed onto the legs of her shorts and pulled them down. She let out a disgruntled sound and turned her head the other way on her pillow.
She was so fucking easy for me to play with. I wondered how much her subconscious trusted me.
Leaning over her back, I pulled my mask down and positioned my lips at her ear. I sucked on the lobe, then nibbled on it.
“Alana,” I whispered.
“Mm.”
My cock hardened, pressing against her ass. I kept my hips still and focused on grazing her ear with my teeth.
“Alana, baby.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Do you know who you belong to?”
“Mm.”
I smiled before I licked the skin behind her ear. She let out a little whimper and her ass nudged backward, grazing on my cock.
God, she would just give herself to me like this. Would she wake up? If she did, would she stop me?
Best not to find out quite yet.
“You’re mine,” I murmured. “Then, now, and forever. You’ve always known it. Always .”
My lips pressed against the back of her neck. When I trailed them to the side, she stirred again.
“Jayce.”
I froze but didn’t remove my mouth from her skin. Instead, my tongue darted out to taste her, softly enough to make her shiver. Her breaths remained soft and steady, telling me that she was still sleeping.
My mind came up with endless reasons she would have said my name. Was it because of what I was doing or was she dreaming about me? Good dreams, I hoped. They’d fucking better be.
No, I would make sure they were.
Carefully, I turned her onto her back. She brought her knees up and used her feet on the mattress to push further up the bed. It only took a gentle nudge for her legs to fall apart, leaving her completely open to me.
“Fuck,” I choked out a little too loudly. I glanced at her face to confirm she was still dead to the world.
Even in sleep and her drunken state, she could still cum. Did it make me a bad person to do that? Did I care?
No on both counts.
I dropped onto my elbows and moved between her legs. Grabbing onto her ankles, I opened her up a little more. Even though I wanted to bite the soft skin of her inner thigh, I refrained so that I wouldn’t risk waking her. Instead, I trailed my nose from her knee all the way to her slit. My eyes closed as I inhaled her scent.
People sometimes talked about being able to recognize the scent of home. I’d just found that and let me tell you, it’s definitely where my heart is.
Caution had mostly been thrown to the wind at this point, so I ran my tongue along her slit slowly, then nudged through at the top to reach her clit. A soft moan came from her and she turned her head toward the window. When I flattened my tongue, her hands fluttered above the mattress for a second.
“Mm.”
My fingers curled over the tops of her thighs to hold her in place as I used the tip of my tongue to trace around her clit. I was overwhelmed by the scent of her and was desperate for a taste, so I moved lower. When I felt that she was wet for me, I groaned against her, which made her hips jerk. I traveled even further so that I could have every bit of her. I pushed through the resistance to briefly dip my tongue inside of her ass before I returned to her clit.
Raising my gaze to her face, I found her eyes slightly open. There wasn’t recognition there, only confusion. With the hood over my head and everything from my nose down buried in her cunt, it was unlikely she could even see the color of my eyes.
“You have such sweet dreams,” I purred. “Don’t you?”
She made a little sound before her eyes closed and her head fell back. I sucked on her clit and watched her lips part. She was more coherent than before but too out of it to realize that this was real, let alone who I was. Just a sexy dream. A specter in her mind.
I wanted to fill her pussy, but I didn’t want to pull her out of sleep more, so I settled for using my tongue. As I slowly stimulated her clit, I listened to every sharp intake of breath and relished the way her hips moved to seek more.
Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, she let out a long moan. “Jake.”
I stopped immediately. My teeth ground together as rage barreled through me.
She wasn’t going to cum with that name on her lips. If her mind put him in this position, she was only allowed to feel disappointed.
“He’s gone,” I whispered loudly so that she wouldn’t recognize my voice now that she was more awake.
“Gone,” she repeated. “Yeah.”
Sitting up on my knees, I contemplated walking out. I could leave her unsatisfied, but she might still dream about him when I left. No, she needed a piece of me while she slept, even if she didn’t know it.
Pulling out my cock, I stared at her swollen clit while I stroked myself. She’d settled back into unconsciousness, so I gently pushed a finger into her to collect some of her arousal. I spread the wetness over my shaft, then positioned myself lower to slide through her slit. It took effort to keep from slamming into her cunt, but it wasn’t time yet, so I continued my motion, back and forth. Her whimpers started up again, louder than before.
I raised my mask just in case she woke up, then braced one of my hands on the mattress beside her. Holding onto the base of my cock, I rolled my hips, gently thrusting forward, then pulling back and allowing my hand to stroke down to my tip. I repeated the motion, letting my orgasm build slowly. When I moved forward, I rubbed against her clit and brought her closer as well.
She was soaked now and each time I moved back, I slid through her wetness. As I increased my speed, it grew louder. The sound only urged me on. I imagined how slick she’d be when I fucked her and how loud it’d be with her ass slamming into my thighs with every stroke.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock swelled with the need to cum. I used my hand to finish myself off, keeping it aimed at her swollen clit. Ropes of cum covered it, seemingly endless, and by the time I was spent, it had begun to drip down to her pussy.
With my thumb, I massaged it into her skin. Her hips jerked with the direct stimulation and it only took a minute for her to gasp and fist the sheets. I watched the way she tightened and spasmed with her orgasm. Soon, she would choke my cock with her pussy.
Leaning down, I lowered my mask enough to dip my tongue inside of her to catch the last convulsions, then dragged it up to collect every drop of my release. When I came up to her face, her eyes were open.
“Who?” she breathed.
With a smirk, I pressed my lips against her parted ones and pushed the cum into her mouth.
“Your savior,” I said before I pulled back.
She blinked, then her eyelids fluttered closed. Even if she remembered anything, it was going to be foggy. She may have reached blackout level with how much wine she knocked back tonight. Hopefully, she remembered bits and pieces. She’d think they were a dream until the next time I visited her.
I smiled at the thought of her being afraid but morbidly curious. She didn’t have any weapons and if I kept her subdued enough to remain confused until she trusted me, she’d become conflicted. It was the first step toward accepting this dark, fucked up situation I was putting her in.
How much would it take to convince her to trust her stalker? I was sure as hell going to find out because it turned out that I enjoyed this. Fuck, I enjoyed it. She was going to be mine, first as this person who lurked in the dark, then as Jayce Weste.
Game, set, match.