Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
EMMETT
Since seeing her on her run at the crack of dawn this morning, my cock has been rock fucking solid. Sleep has been a useless thought as I lay here staring at the ceiling, hoping the throbbing erection tenting my pants goes away. The longer I lay here, the more I realize it’s not fucking going anywhere, so I decide to take a shower to cool off.
As I strip off my clothes, my thick cock bobs and jerks against my abdomen attempting to gain my attention. I close my eyes and rub my hands down my face, letting out a frustrated sigh. Immediately , my mind is pummeled with images of her. Those big brown eyes peering up at me through thick lashes, and the way her breath hitched as I stroked a piece of her hair. I want to do more than make her breath hitch. So much more.
I open my eyes and reach inside the shower, turning the dial that releases ice cold water. Stepping inside and letting the coldness run over my body, I expect it to strip my mind of all though ts surrounding my mystery woman. The frigid water and air do absolutely nothing to soothe my pulsating cock. The urge for release is practically eating me alive. I grab my cock, slowly pumping my hand up and down, the tip already leaking a bead of precum.
“ Fuck ,” I tighten my grip and rotate my hand from root to tip, rubbing leisurely while imagining she’s here in front of me. I lean my free hand on the shower wall and continue to stroke myself. My teeth clench as I pump faster.
Letting my daydream continue, I picture her on her knees with her lips spread open for me and her pretty pink tongue sticking out, ready to swallow me down.
“ That’s such a good girl.” I hum, stroking my thumb on her imaginary cheek. Cupping the back of her head, I shove my aching cock all the way down her throat, which opens so easily for me, welcoming me home. I can see her neck bulge from the invasion. So fucking perfect.
It doesn't take long before my cock jerks in my grip and thick white ropes of my release spray against the shower wall causing me to grunt. My daydream ends as reality seeps in and her mouth is replaced with my hand. I let the spray of the water wash away the evidence of my forming obsession.
I quickly finish showering and start to get ready for the day. It isn't until I look at my phone that I realize I'm late for class.
“ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I groan. If James hears about this, he'll have my head on a stick. He’d fucking enjoy it too. I quickly finish getting ready and head to class.
The lecture room doors swing open with a bang as I shove them open. I stride into the room, not caring that every head turns to look my way. Whether it’s because of my lack of punctuality or because I'm the dean's son, neither matter. It isn't until I notice the familiar brown eyes from my previous fantasy looking at me, that a feeling other than indifference seeps in.
This will be interesting. What is she doing in a business course? I find myself wanting to know more about her, wanting to know everything about her. As she turns her attention back to the front of the room, I take a seat in the back that has direct sight on her.
Maybe these classes won't be so bad after all. I make a mental note to always be on time, in fact early. I’m determined to learn my mystery girl's name, along with every other secret she holds close to her heart.
As the hour drags on, I continue to observe her every move. I enjoy watching her. I know she can feel my gaze burning into the back of her head, as she shifts in her seat. Eventually , she turns around to look back at me. Her gaze meets mine and I love that she knows I’m watching her. I raise a hand and wiggle my fingers while maintaining eye contact.
She rolls those pretty eyes and faces the front of the room again, but she so obviously shows that the thought of me studying her hasn’t left her mind. Once more, she whips her head around and catches my eyes. I don’t dare look away.
Letting a slow, venomous smirk form on my face, I make sure my dimple makes an appearance. She immediately narrows her eyes at me and swings back around.
Getting closer to the end of the lecture, a sign-in sheet is passed around the room to register our attendance. I carefully watch when she retrieves the sheet and signs in, so I can finall y learn the name of the woman consuming my thoughts. The moment the sheet reaches me, I search for her name until I see pretty cursive writing. Blair Stirling .
The professor starts wrapping up his lecture, causing me to get a sinking feeling in my chest at the thought of not being able to watch her anymore. The idea to follow her plants like a seed in my mind and roots itself there.
Blair just got herself a new guardian, a shadow.
As other students start to file out of the room, I sit back and keep my eyes trained on Blair packing up her things. That is, until a girl steps right in front of me blocking my view.
“ Hi Emmett ,” she bats her eyelashes at me. Focusing on her face, I realize she looks familiar. Curly , ginger hair frames her face and accentuates her pine colored eyes. Lorelei . I look up and roll my neck to loosen the tension knotting inside.
“ I thought we could get together again since our time last week was…cut short?” She hesitantly questions.
“ Lorelei , take the hint. It’s not going to happen. Fuck off.” I rush out, scanning the halls, quickly trying to find my new little obsession. Although Blair has implanted herself into my brain, I can't let her know that…yet. Spotting her, I shoulder past the annoyance that blocked my view and ensure I stay far enough behind, as I follow her so that she doesn't notice her new pet.
It’s funny, usually I’m the one in control, reins in my hands. But with Blair , there’s a foreign feeling. The organ that sits underneath my breastbone tightens and swells just from the thought of her.
Adrenaline starts pumping through my veins at the thought of finding out where she lives. I want to know everything about her. I want to consume her life the way she's begun to consume my every thought. I realize how quickly I'm slipping into the abyss of my infatuation, but I'm too enthralled with her to care.
As we get further down the path on campus, the crowd of students becomes sparse. Trailing further back, I attempt to stick to the shadows to ensure she doesn’t notice me. She must feel me staring at her, I’m certain of it, based on how she'll stop and glance around every once in a while.
My cock starts to bulge at the thought of being caught, causing pressure against my zipper. I reach down and adjust my erection in my jeans. Would she be flattered if she knew she was affecting me this way or would she be scared? I don’t know which I want to see more, her fear or her desire.
Blair’s petite legs pick up speed as she gets closer to a house. I take notice of the house number and realize she doesn’t live a great distance from my place.
She pulls her keys out of her bag, continuing to survey her surroundings, a fearful expression coating her face. It's not hard to miss the pink flush that starts to stain her cheeks though, is she turned on? Does she enjoy the fear?
I grow a bit annoyed that she hasn't spotted me. She needs to be more aware of her surroundings, especially with the students that have gone missing, I can't risk having my girl taken from me.
I watch her quickly unlock the door and dart inside. The front door slams closed and my annoyance grows that she’s no longer in my line of sight. Maybe I should install cameras.
“ Shit .” I chuckle to myself. That sounds fucking insane. I might be forming an obsession with sweet little Blair but I can ’t be that far gone, not yet. I shake my head as I turn to head back towards my house. I need to chill the fuck out.
I pull out my phone to text Grimm , letting him know I'm going for a ride to blow off some steam. His response is immediate, letting me know he’ll meet me soon.
Pocketing my phone, I tug my hood up onto my head and let out what seems like the millionth sigh laced with frustration today. Hopefully , some of this pent up annoyance depletes before meeting up with Grimm , I don’t feel like answering questions.