Page 35 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“What would you like to do, princess?” His hand dropped to the thick bulge at his crotch. I watched as he rubbed it, open palmed, his eyes laser-focused on my body. I sat up, and without overthinking or shyness I usually wore like a blanket, I whipped my nightgown off my body and tossed it behind me. My hands moved to the waistband when his hands caught my wrists.

“Libby.” My name sounded like a prayer. His gaze seemed torn. Almost tortured. “We should wait.” His words processed too slowly in my head.Wait?

“Why?” I softly asked, and a deep guttural sound vibrated in his chest.

“I don’t want to rush you.”

“You’re not,” I quickly answered. “I’m literally…” I made a face. A sliver of doubt slipped into my head, “Did you change your mind?” I asked, and his nose flared.

“Fuck no,” he answered. “I just… I want to make that first as special as I can. I want to make sure you’re ready and… as much as it kills me, it’s not the time. Not tonight.”

“Fine.” I couldn’t help the disappointment that seeped into my answer. “We can wait.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “But can I still do something?”

“What’s that, baby?” he asked in a low tone.

I moved my hands, and he let go of my wrists. Without blinking, our eyes connected as I reached for the top button of his jeans. “Can I touch you?”

“Mi vida.”

“Please,” I whispered. I had no idea where this bold side was coming from. I couldn’t believe everything that had already happened, much less being naked in front of him, begging to touch him. but I didn’t regret it, not in that moment, and I knew deep inside of me I never would.

“You think I could ever say no to you, princess?” he strained. “Touch me. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, Libby.” He stroked my face with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.

I scooted closer to the bed and undid the top button of his jeans. With his help, we pulled the zipper down, and before I knew it, his jeans and boxer briefs were off. Not that I could think of anything but the size of him. He was big. Huge. I had no idea why I was surprised.

Hector was a big guy.

Bigger than anything I had ever seen online. I glanced up, not surprised to find his attention already on me.

“You’re big,” I blurted out like a nerd.

“Libby,” he rasped. His thick manhood twitched, and I wondered if it had done that on its own or if he had control over it. I tore my eyes off his cock and moved up his torso. His body was incredible. I’d seen him without a shirt throughout the years when I’d been younger and even last night.

But today was different.

It felt different.

It was the first time I could really soak in the sight up close and personal. My eyes grew with how his muscles flexed and clenched. My hands moved up and down the ladder of thick, hard abs, and my lips parted at how they danced below my fingers.

“You’re like a painting,” I whispered. I didn’t have an artistic bone in my body, but I wished I did so I could recreate the sight of him. He was beautiful in the most masculine way possible.

“Libby,” he groaned. Before I could glance up at him, my eyes dropped to the thick crown of his dick and watched as a droplet of fluid pearled at his thick tip. Without thinking, I licked my lips and leaned forward to lick it off. His hand covered my head, and my body froze, completely expecting his strong hands to push my head down on his cock like I’d seen in X-rated movies. But he didn’t. With his gentle touch, tender and kind, he simply groaned loudly and stroked my hair.

“Fuck,” he cursed. My hand moved to hold him, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised that I couldn’t wrap it around his thickness.

“You’re really big, too.”

“Jesus, baby!” His head tipped upward, but he never stopped stroking my head. I licked him again and then again. Slowly, like I would my favorite soft serve ice cream. “That innocent little mouth is going to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point of this?” I asked, not realizing I sounded a little sassy. “I mean?—“

“I know what you mean.” His sharp intake of breath cut through the thick air in my dorm. “Fuck yeah, it is, but I also don’t want this to end too fast.” Was he just saying this? Or was he really that close?

“All I’ve done is lick you,” I said softly into the darkness, swiping his hard yet silk-skinned shaft. I liked how he tasted.Manly. Slightly musky.I peeked upward to see him. His eyes were darker and now no longer looking up at the ceiling but completely focused on me.

“I know.” His jaw strained, making him look like he was completely on edge. That’s when it hit me. I’d done that. I’d driven him close to the edge.

“Hector?”

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