He chuckles low and deep, the sound so fucking sexy that it has my need ratcheting up. “Not sure of myself. Sure ofusand what we have. I believe inus, love. Always,” he says, and I’m beginning to wonder if he really is delusional and is seeing things that aren’t there, because in what world could the two of us start a relationship and have it work out? He’s my stalker, for fuck’s sake.
With that, he seems to be done with talking because he wraps one hand around my hair and pulls my head back before burying his masked covered face in my neck and doubling his efforts to fuck me into the tree.
We’re a mess of need and want as we both get closer and closer to the edge, the sounds of my moans and whimpers drowned out by the sounds of his grunts and groans until we’re somehow moving as one, both filled with nothing else but the need to make each other come.
God, I wish I could see his face. See the way his mouth parts as he pants, see the way his jaw clenches as he fights for control.
I wish I could kiss him, and that’s the most terrifying thought I’ve ever had, because kissing him would lead to nothing but danger.
“Shit, Gracie,” he rasps, his voice sounding even more distorted than usual and my eyes roll as his dick hits right where I need it. He lets go of my hair and reaches down to press his thumb to my clit. “I need you to come for me, babe.” He makes slow circles with his thumb, the pressure just right and exactly what I need to get me there. “I need to feel it, love. Are you gonna be good and give me what I need?”
I whimper, my head falling forward now that his hand’s not in my hair to support me and rest my forehead against his. The mask is cool against my skin, and I feel his breaths come through as he breathes heavily.
The knowledge that he’s just as close as I am right now only turns me on more.
“So good,” I whisper. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah, it does,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me.”
He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger and somehow times it just right that his dick hits my G-spot at the same time, making me cry out as my orgasm crashes into me.
My vision goes white, a hazy feeling taking over me as euphoria thrums in my veins and I come so hard I almost pass out. I’m vaguely aware of my stalker cursing, his hips stuttering before he tenses and groans as he comes right alongside me.
I blink a few times as I slowly come back to the present. He’s panting, his entire body flush with mine and his head buried in my neck. I can almost imagine us being like this but in a fantasy version where the mask is removed and he places kisses up my neck before bringing his mouth to mine.
A boulder forms in my gut at the image. We won’t have that, because this is too freaking wrong for anything to ever come from it.
He sighs and pulls back to look at me.
“You’re amazing, love,” he whispers before pulling out of me and setting me down on my feet.
As soon as he pulls his dick free, a cold feeling washes over me as I realize how fuckingstupidwe’ve both been. Not once did I realize he didn’t stop to put a condom on. Even when he pulled out of me and we were standing there exposed just minutes ago, I didn’t think about it, and it’s not until now I have his cum literally dripping out of me, that reality kicks in.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I gasp, horror taking over me.
He shrugs casually before tucking himself away. “I know.”
I know.
Is he fucking serious right now?
He knew, and he just didn’t care.
Did he do this on purpose?
I’m on the pill, so I’m protected from pregnancy, but he didn’t know that.
And who knows how many people he’s been with. Is he clean? Or do I need to get tested? I mean… I’ll be getting tested regardless because I’m not taking that risk, but still!
“Youknew?” I basically shriek as I pull up my leggings and try to make myself somewhat presentable. “Is this some sort of game to you? What is it this time, trying to knock me up and trap me? You know, I knew you were insane, but I thought that maybe you cared about me on some level. Clearly, you don’t givea fuck what you do or who you hurt so long as it goes along with your plans.”
He sighs and it’s a long, suffering sound before he takes a few steps backwards. “You’re on the pill and we’re both clean. I’d never risk you or put you in danger. Despite what you seem to think, I have and will always put your needs above mine and anyone else’s, but if it makes you feel better to rage out at me then do it. I’m here for whatever you need.”
I can’t even process what he’s saying right now. The sun’s starting to set and my family will be beginning to wonder where I am, so I force myself to take a step, then another. He stays put, and I chance one last glance in his direction before I run.
TWENTY-SIX
NOAH
