Me:
Who’s stalking who?
Ramiel:
The mayor of Snooping Town needs to check on a lawless cowboy like you
Ramiel:
How else would I know when to give you the stalking badge of honor?
The big con of having a hacker in my life is his ability to find me even when I don’t want him to. If I tried to block him—like for example taking down the dorm’s cameras—Serena would alert him, and I’d probably lose the right to use her. No. Having her at my disposal makes things much simpler—cybersecurity feels like child’s play.
I figured I’d have toborrowSully’s phone and laptop to download the tracking app and clone them, which factored the risk of being caught. With Serena, though, I just gave her the order from my motel room.
Ignoring Ramiel’s next texts, I scroll down Sully’s contacts from his phone—the cloning gives me full access to any message Sully sends or receives, as well as his calls and app activity—I’m inwardly raging when I see a new one. Who the fuck is Jacob? He texted Sully today to remind him about a party. Fucking asshole is looking forward to having fun with what’s mine. I block the fucker’s number and then unfollow him on Sully’s social media.
Jacob Quentin Laurence Fortridge. Even has a prick name. Sully must have met this dick last week while I was following a lead, which didn’t take me closer to finding Nine. I’ll check this fucker later. If he thinks he can make a move on Sully, I’ll gladly show him how sharp the tip of my arrows can be.
I go back to Sully’s texts. As always, there is an exchange with Brad. They irritate me a little. I know they are just friends, but the comfortable way Sully interacts with him rubs me the wrong way. I thought about getting rid of him, even more because of Brad’s upcoming transfer to the same university. I dug a littleinto his life, first, and what I discovered this morning halted my murderous thoughts. His move here has nothing to do with Sully. There’s no need to kill him.
Everything I’m doing and will do to get to Sully is necessary to have him where he should be—safe and sound in the palm of my hand. I’m talking about a guy who can’t even walk near a scaffolding without almost being crushed to death—that had been a close call. Thankfully, he didn’t recognize me. He isn’t aware of mymasked attire. The team seems to keep him mostly oblivious of what they do. They won’t need to shield him for much longer, though. He’ll soon learn about me.
I pocket my phone and turn on the night vision again. The high definition and zooming mode allow me to clearly see his face and the way his lower lip juts in a slight pucker as he dreams away. His hair is softly framing his face, and a little sweat turned it tousled in a boyish way. His body gives life to graceful movements even in his sleep, like the steady rise and fall of his narrow chest. Sully turns me the fuck on in every way. He has no idea the filthy things that come to mind when I see those pale fingers of his carelessly grabbing whatever he wants; no idea that I get jealous of the mugs touching his lips or whatever he feels fine lifting near his mouth; no idea that I’m a horny bastard who reacts to his sleeping figure.
His body gives a violent jolt just before his eyes open. He must have had another nightmare. I guess the masked man wasn’t in his dreams tonight. My jeans become tight as I remember the last words he wrote in his diary. I hold my breath for a moment as I almost feel like our eyes meet. Like he can see me watching, spying on him, hiding among the leaves outside his bedroom window. But the moment is broken when he turns toward the nightstand, and I move more deeply into the shadow of the tree.His light comes on, and I turn off the night vision. He moves closer to the window. Long, bare, smooth limbs, a loose T-shirt that I wish he’d take off, the signs of the pillow on his cheek, and his soft hair falling over his forehead, ears, and neck.
He is searching outside in the cold darkness…for me. He can sense me. I cannot help the feral smile under the mask as his beautiful eyes narrow with wariness. His Adam’s apple bobs on a hard swallow. I want to suck on it, bite it, fill my mouth with his flesh and his taste. I’m salivating. He gives me his back, and I take the opportunity to adjust the hard dick inside my jeans. He turns on some music—I can see his lips moving, mouthing the words—while going around the room, organizing. I remain still, eyes utterly focused on him.
The entirety of my being is waiting.
The sight of my mug heater on his nightstand makes me groan with satisfaction. I’ve seen him too many times letting his drink turn cold while studying. It irritated me so much that I had to fix it. A few minutes later, he sits at his desk, and after a little while, he takes a box out of the drawer. I squint at it. I’ve never seen it before. What’s inside? My question is quickly answered when I see Sully placing a small anal plug on his palm.
What. The. Fuck. I feel sweat dampening my bandana. When the fuck did he get a butt plug? An angry growl leaves my lips. It was Lori. I saw him slipping a box inside the desk.
Sully moves to the bed, quickly takes off his sweats and underwear, and falls on the duvet. The T-shirt rides up, showing the curve of his ass. Ahhh, fuuuck! Pink and smooth, so damn bitable. It disappears too quickly under the sheets. He grabs the laptop and starts typing away. I take my phone and click on thecloning app for his laptop. He’s searching for porn videos with anal plugs. Jesus fuck!
This is not the first time I’ve caught him watching porn, but I’ve never seen him masturbating. Is he going to do it? My blood boils with excitement at the thought.
He just selected a video with a man wearing a mask. Is he imagining me? He had dirty dreams about the man who saved him from that scaffolding—even though he thinks I don’t exist—but reading his kinky fantasies in his diary is very different from seeing him.
Fucking Christ, now he’s sucking on his fingers like an eager whore. The enjoyment in his eyes almost makes me jump through his window and onto his bed. He is covered by the sheets, but the hidden movements underneath are suggesting a jerk-off session.
I grit my teeth to keep from making a sound as I imagine his pink nipples, slender waist, lush ass, and those long thighs. He has the kind of proportions that would make people’s heads spin, yet he hides in his oversized clothes.
The hunger inside me has turned into a devouring monster. Those lips would look perfect around my pumping cock, his hair just the right length to fist, yank, and twist as I do extremely wicked things to him. I’m in actual physical pain. I pull the zipper of my jeans down, and after spitting on my hand, I start beating one off, mirroring the rhythm of his hand.
“Are you imagining sucking my cock, Little Chick?” I whisper darkly, as if I were there next to him. “The masked man is here. I’ll tear off all the clothes you are wearing and bite and lick allthe skin you display, leaving traces of my ownership all over your paleness.”
My balls are getting full with cum the more I look at him wiggling his hips then opening his mouth wide on a moan. I’m fucking dying here, leaking dick in hand, hot breaths filling the inside of my mask. He’s lean and light—I bet he’s also bendy, could lift him easily as I suck on his hole before rutting my cock inside him.
His hand reaches out of the sheet to grab the bottle of lube. Holy fuck, this is the hottest sex show I’ve ever seen. Even though I can’t actually see much. But the pleasure on his face and the excitement behind his movements make my body shake with desperate want. My hand goes faster as I see myself in bed with him.
His smell of peaches fills my nose—just like it did when I held him in my arms the other day—as I force his legs open to slick his hole up with my spit. Then I use my finger to draw circles around his untouched entrance. He jolts and arches as I slip just the tip inside.
“You are taking it so well.” I push some more as he gazes at me through his dark lashes. “Keep that hole open, Little Chick. We need to make space for my thick, long, hard cock.”
I press all the way in and twist my finger slowly. He moans and arches his back again, mouth full and drooling, hand working his cute, dripping dick. The sheets are gliding on one side, revealing his open legs, bare dick, and perfectly pink asshole. I let out a snarl as I imagine adding more spit to let another finger in and then another. That virgin pucker is all wet and stretched under my eyes, while I finger fuck him into oblivion.
