Page 4 of Deadly Desires

Once I saw her get up from the couch, I slithered back into the shadows and made my way back to my vehicle. My little sparrow is safe at home, and that’s all that matters.

On my way to Franklin’s house, I pick up a pizza from Bonetti’s Pizzeria and some beers for Franklin, as well as a bottle of Macallan for myself. Franklin loves his pineapple teriyaki pizza. I personally can’t stand pineapple on pizza, but I owe him for doing me another favor.

Franklin is always quick to respond to my requests, even if he’s currently playing one of those video games he loves so much; he always makes time for me. As I suspected, he didn’t disappoint. I immediately gave him her information when I was on my way back home last night, and boy has he delivered.

After parking my car in his driveway, I make my way up to his house, food and drinks in hand. He lives modestly even though he has no shortage of money; his business brings in good money. From the front window, I can see lights flashing. Probably playing one of his shooter games. Finding the front door unlocked, per usual, I walk into the house and yell over the sounds of machine guns and bombs to announce my arrival.

“Hey, Franklin! I got the goods, man.”

Franklin says something into his mic and backs out of his game. Turning off the console, he looks over at me and says smugly, “So do I.”

He hands me a folder and I get to work going through everything. Once I finish going through the information in the folder, I make my way through the bits that he has pulled up on his laptop. The whole process takes me nearly an hour and a half.

Franklin found everything from her name, which is Melody Ann Harper, to her social security number. He found where she went to school, her jobs, her tax documents, and he was even able to hack into her iPad that she keeps at home and her cellphone. He pulled up her complete records from high school through college. My little sparrow was quite the student; straight A’s in all her classes and she participated in numerous extra curricular activities. All of this, just from her license plate number and address. I’m impressed.

He also managed to hack into her Facebook and Instagram accounts. I thoroughly enjoyed going through those. From what I could gather across her platforms is that she was previously engaged to a guy named Brian… I want to punch his face. The fact that he had my little sparrow in his grasp for any amount of time makes my very being simmer with barely contained rage. Based on her message history, it didn’t end well with him. Somehow she slipped from his grasp. All the better for me anyway.

What I found to be most intriguing was the fact that Franklin also stumbled upon her dating profile on Tinder. Apparently, she’s had it for years but a new login was pinged about thirty minutes ago. What are you up to, little sparrow?

“Dude, you should make a profile real quick,” says Franklin, breaking the silence as we both read over all the information.

“Can you get us matched up,” I ask, feeling optimistic at this turn of events.

“What do I look like, some magical wizard?” At his sarcasm, I level him with a glare.

“Just kidding, Jax, of course I can.”

I quickly create and pay for an account, customize all my details, and upload a few pictures.

“Done. Work your magic.”

I hand over my phone and Franklin turns to his monitors and gets to work. I’m not too savvy with his technology so I sit back on the couch and wait for him to finish up. I can’t sit still though so I start to pace, running my hands through my hair nervously.

I see Franklin peek over at me while he works. He’s probably wondering what’s come over me. He’s never seen me like this over a woman before. Most women are in my bed for the night and gone the next. Before I can ask what’s taking so long, he hands me back my phone.

“Alright, Jax, you’re all set to go. I have the two of you matched up. I also deleted the other guys she swiped right on. Now, let’s give her time and see if she reaches out or if you have to make the first move.”

I nearly growl at the possessiveness that comes over me. Melody. Of course I will be reaching out first. I can’t wait for some other guy to try to sweep her off her feet or try to use her for a quick fuck. She’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine. From the moment I spotted her walking down the street, she belonged to me. Now… I just need to get my little sparrow’s attention.

Five

Melody

I’m woken the next day by the sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window. I must have forgotten to close my blackout curtains. Groaning, I reach over, tug them shut, and close my eyes. I try for what feels like an hour to fall back asleep, but it’s no use. I’m up. I glance at the clock on my bedside table. 8:17 A.M. Sundays I normally sleep in ‘til at least 11 A.M., but here I am, wide awake and remembering the events of last night.

I still can’t believe I matched with probably the hottest guy on that damn app. Throwing an arm over my eyes, I’m feeling embarrassed that I even swiped right. I was probably a joke to him. Ughhh, but he was so hot. He had enough muscles that it probably wouldn’t take much for him to throw me around. OH MY GOD. I really need to stop… or get laid. Probably just stop while I’m ahead, but I can’t help when my eyes dart over to my nightstand. I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.

Sighing, I reach over and grab my rose vibrator from the drawer. Since I take antidepressants, reaching climax has always been an issue, but I swear by the rose. It has been a literal sex-life saver.

Turning the device on, I leave it in idle mode while I slip my hand under my shirt. My stomach is soft without any hint of muscle. I continue my slow perusal and make my way to my right breast. I start to imagine Jaxon. My cheeks flare with embarrassment but I push it down. He’ll never know.

I flick my nipple and imagine his teeth biting me, enough to cause pain but not enough that I don’t enjoy it. My back arches, pushing my breasts against my shirt. I roll my nipple before making my way over to my other breast, giving it the same attention I did to its twin. My other hand reaches up and clasps my throat, applying slight pressure to the sides. I let go just as my vision starts to fade around the edges, getting off on the pain and loss of blood to my brain.

I imagine Jaxon kissing his way down my body, not at all repulsed by my curves and softness. I trail my fingers lightly between my inner thighs before reaching the edge of my panties. I cup myself and can already feel how wet I am. I grind my palm on my sensitive clit and buck my hips.

Grabbing my rose, I turn it to the slowest setting before placing it under my panties to the place I’m most sensitive. The sensation is immediate. I’m moaning out and clicking the button to a faster speed. It’s no longer the rose, but Jaxon’s mouth on my clit, sucking and licking like a starved man. My legs fall open and my other hand goes back to my breast. I’m pinching and rolling my nipple at the same time as my clit is being sucked and tugged. I up the speed again and just as I pinch my nipple, I come undone, and it’s Jaxon’s name I’m moaning out with my release.

God, it feels so good that I don’t remove the vibrator. Instead, I quickly get built up for a second orgasm. I’m heaving, shutting my eyes, and imagining Jaxon throwing my legs over his shoulders before he lines up with my center. I fall over the edge again, this time shouting out repeatedly while my hips lift and I ride the sensation out for as long as I can.

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