Before I knew it, I’d ended up in her room. With my hands fisted at my sides, I stood in the middle of her space, heavily breathing in the air that was cloaked with her perfume and something uniquely Elizabeth. My heart felt at peace.Don’t waste a moment.Brett’s stupid-as-hell words replayed in my head. I swallowed hard knowing he was right. My eyes dropped to the ground, and my heart seized at what lay just below my feet.
The prettiest, laciest little black thong was right there. I kneeled and looked at the discarded fabric.Was she wearing these to the brewery?Did that mean she was bare beneath the dress she was wearing while she slept? My mouth ran dry, and my fisted hands finally unclenched. I picked up the material and, like the fucking dirty animal I was, I immediately brought the scrap of fabric to my nose and breathed in deeply.
Oh yeah, she’d been wearing these. Her sweet, fresh feminine fragrance ravaged my senses, and a deep monster-like groan rumbled through me. Hunger accosted me on a cellular level, and I knew there was no way I could ever walk out of her room without some kind of release. I glanced over at the door I’d left ajar. Standing up, still holding the lingerie in my hand, I walked out of her room. I was a man on a mission, one who stopped in the darkened archway that separated the living room from the two bedrooms of her house. My chest rose and fell like I had just finished a ten-mile run, one I had pushed myself to the limit for, while I stared at her body on the couch. Without hesitation, I undid my belt buckle and then the top button of my black slacks, pulling my dress shirt up and out of my unzipped pants. Myhard, thick cock strained against the tight material of the boxer briefs I’d put on before work. I palmed my dick roughly with my free hand as I brought the ambrosia-scented material to my face and inhaled. Fuck, she smelled good. Swiping the teeny tiny gusset with my tongue, I had to stave off a moan so deep I knew it would wake her up. I had to be quiet if I was going to do this. Pulling my cock out of the confines of my boxer briefs, I didn’t hesitate to stroke myself as I watched her sleep from afar.
Such a pretty angel,I thought to myself.Mine. Mine. Mine.The word repeated like a fucking pinball inside my head. Over and over as images of me doing this while she was awake filled my mind. My girl would like it, too. She’d get off on watching me need her so damn badly common sense flew out of the window. She’d sit up and open those pretty legs of hers and show me just how much she enjoyed watching her man jerk himself off at the sight of her.
She’d be dewey wet and so damn slick. Her fingers would slide right in and make obscene squelching sounds. Elizabeth wouldn’t hold back, either. She’d be loud and uninhibited for me. And when I’d demand she crawl towards me, she wouldn’t backtalk. No, my beautiful angel would do as she was told and slide down off the couch, get on all fours, and slowly and so damn beautifully inch closer and closer to me, giving a show of her own.
I’d have her kneel in front of me as I played.
Her eyes would be wide and glittering with excitement as she watched me. I’d tell her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out, and she’d do it after saying something sassy. And fuck if that wouldn’t be what got me off. I’d shoot my load all over her pretty face, and she would make sure to clean up every last drop. The images in my head were too much as I tumbled over the edge of bliss. I brought her panties to the tip of my cock, and my release splashed against the lacy material. Ribbon after ribbon of cumstained the black fabric, the contrast of my thick seed against the dark G-string stark. Trying to catch my breath, I walked back in her room, adjusting myself. I stared into the mirror of her vanity.
And then,because I was a filthy fucking asshole, I dipped my finger in the cum-soaked panties and leaned closer to the mirror, drawing a heart on the glass.
“Something for you to think about me,” I whispered into the empty room.
Grabbing a blanket off her bed, I shoved the messy panties into the front pocket of my pants and went back into the living room. I tucked her in, making sure she was nice and covered before forcing myself to leave.
All the while knowing I shouldn’t have done that but not regretting it for a second with every intention of returning.
6
elizabeth
Valentine’s Daywas right around the corner, and it felt like Moonlit Pines had exploded with pinks and reds and glitter.
Every store window was over-the-top decorated and ready for the holiday. The town had gone crazy this season with endless events, from bachelor auctions to bachelorette picnic baskets and even some speed dating event at the ski resort, one Jackie had tried to talk me into. I glanced over my shoulder and rolled my eyes.
There he was.
Again.
Austin Hart. My stalker.
I shook my head and gulped at my water. I’d just gone on a run. My daily run. One with Austin behind me. He never approached. He never looked in my direction. Part of me wondered if I was being a little too full of myself. People ran all the time through town and the park in the middle of the center.
Maybe it was just a coincidence?
I highly doubted it, though.
It’d been a week since he’d carried me home from the brewery. A whole week. I shoved my water bottle into mybackpack and made my way down to Pine and Grind. I hated paying for coffee, but it had sort of become my new habit these last few days. After ordering a matcha and listening to Austin order one, too, I sat outside in the patio area of the little coffee shop and drank water.
I pulled out the blue suede journal and tapped the black pen right on it. Not that I actually dove right in to write. How could I when Austin sat outside at the far end of the patio, extending his long legs in a way that made him look like he had nowhere else to be and wasn’t in a hurry to get going? He definitely had the whole holding still thing down pat.
Why couldn’t I just go talk to him?Because you keep dreaming all sorts of weird dirty things about him, a little voice inside my head reminded. My cheeks heated up. I wasn’t a blushing virgin even if my sisters liked to tease me that it had been so long my hymen was probably growing back.
Not that I didn’t have toys. I did. And if I was honest, I’d been using them a lot this last week. My dreams had been filthy lately. My eyes dropped to the journal, and I opened it. I was supposed to be writing, an exercise that would help me learn how to be still.
But it wasn’t working because all I seemed able to do when I opened the damn thing was write to him.
Dear Stalker.
I know you’re sneaking into my place when I sleep. I can’t prove it, but even in my sleep, I can feel you.
Your heat.
Your smell.
