Page 45 of Hayden's Stalker

“I’m going to fucking miss your cock,” he tells me.

I push away the disappointment that hits me at the reminder that he won’t be coming on the tour with me.

“Just my cock?” I pull out and thrust back into him.

“Maybe your mouth, too,” he teases me.

I pull out and slam back into him roughly. “I see. Well, I promise you that whenever you visit me on the tour”—I pull back slowly before thrusting into him again—“I will fuck you as often as I can manage.”

I’m going to miss him when I’m gone, but I know that when he does come to visit me, we’ll be more than able to make up for the time spent apart.

“Good to know,” he moans.

I can’t manage any more talking after that. I fuck Blake roughly, full of arousal, frustration, and disappointment that we only have a week before we’ll be separated for however long it is until he wants to make the effort to see me again.

I want to make tonight as good as I can for the both of us, so I hold off my orgasm for as long as possible. I jerk him to another orgasm before I give in, letting his sticky cum coat my hand and the bedsheets underneath us before I come inside him.

“Fuck, Hayden! Fuuuuuck!”

He pants for breath as I grab hold of his hips and fuck him to my own orgasm. I grip onto him tightly as I bury myself in him when the pleasure surges through me, and my body shakes as I revel in my release.

“Yes, Blake. God, you’re amazing,” I groan. I remember that Tatiana is standing outside my door and I cringe. “Fuck. We were probably too loud.”

“I did try to tell you,” Blake laughs.

We make our way to my bathroom to clean up, and I strip the sheet off and bring it with me dumping it in the laundry basket.

“You’re going to cost me a fortune in laundry detergent,” I joke as I join Blake in the shower.

He laughs and pulls me against him as he presses his lips to mine. Our tongues intertwine, and I thrust my fingers into his hair to hold the back of his head as we kiss.

We come up for air, both panting for breath, and Blake grins at me. “I’m worth it.”

“Of course.” I grin at him.

When we’re getting dressed again in my bedroom, he says, “I’m going to go to Club Delirium tonight. You should come.”

I don’t want to have this argument again, so I shake my head as I finish buttoning my shirt. I move over to unlock the deadbolts on my bedroom door, a timely reminder that someone out there wants to hurt me.

“No. I’d rather stay home. You can feel free to go without me if you really want to go out tonight, though,” I offer as I open the door and move into the hallway.

Tatiana is standing at the end of it, looking slightly flustered. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I hope she didn’t hear too much of what I just did with Blake.

“Are you sure, sexy?” Blake asks me.

I kiss him, glad he’s not starting an argument about this, at least. “I’m sure. Have fun.”

“Bye, Tatiana. I hope you enjoyed the show,” Blake smirks as he passes her with me following behind.

It’s frustrating that he wants to taunt her like this, and I snap at him, “Don’t be a dick.”

I follow Blake to the elevator, but he doesn’t call it and frowns at me instead. “You know what, Hayden Vega? I think you care a little bit too much about what your bodyguard thinks.”

I can’t resist darting a glance at her before I look back at Blake. I’m not sure where he’s going with this. Sure, I respect Tati. I’m fascinated by her and sexually attracted to her, but that’s not why I told him off just now. It was because he was being rude to her.

“What do you mean?” I ask, wanting to know where he’s going with this.

“You’re very protective of her. Tellingmenot to be a dick to her whenI’mmeant to be your boyfriend.”

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