Page 44 of His Every Move

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Fucking hell, what was I thinking? What if he was getting home and spotted me staking out his place? There were already too many “coincidences” between us. I just wanted to keep him safe, to keep an eye on him, but I didn’t want to scare him in the process.

This… thisobsessionwas growing inside me like a malignant tumor, shifting from cell to cell. It was a hostile takeover of my entire body and mind. The seed had already been planted months ago when I first started watching Eli online, and that seed experienced explosive growth the moment Eli’s dick pushed inside me.

I stopped at a crosswalk. His building was just ahead. I was going to turn around and walk home when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Eli.

ELI: Are you busy?

Chapter16

Elijah Grant

Benjiand I stood in line, waiting to be let into the theater. I had won these tickets through a lottery earlier today. My first instinct was to ask Zack if he wanted to come with, but when he told me he couldn’t make it because of school, I figured I should probably cancel. I didn’t love the idea of going by myself. I enjoyed having company with me, especially now that I was dealing with a stalker. The thought of venturing out on my lonesome wasn’t exactly empowering or exciting; it was the complete opposite.

But then there was Mr. Handsome and Masked Detective, who had given me one of the best nights of my goddamn life. I wondered if maybe inviting him to a Broadway show was a little too forward, too romantic. We’d spent the night fucking at a masked orgy, after all. Would he think it was weird of me to invite him?

I decided to find out.

I said “fuck it” and sent him a text. I tried to manage my expectations. Didn’t want to get too excited, even though my dick didn’t appear to get the same memo. Maybe it was a mistake inviting him just for the simple fact that I’d have a permanent erection around him. And the last thing I needed was for my dick to fall off because it was hard longer than four hours.

So to help with that, I jerked off before meeting Benji, hoping that would help satiate some of the lust he stirred up in me.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t. I was currently standing in line with a half chub in my jeans, my briefs feeling extra tight.

Who could blame me? Benji looked so fucking hot. He was dressed casually in a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled, a pair of dark jeans, and clean white sneakers, and a golden bracelet topped off the look. What made him even hotter, though, was what he had underneath his clothes: a thick cock, a juicy ass, full balls, a furry chest, and a sexy stomach.

Annnnd fuck. I was fully hard now. I stuffed a hand in my pocket and made sure to hold it down before I was stopped by security for trying to smuggle in a loaded weapon.

“Thanks again for the invite. I’ve been meaning to come see this show since it opened.”

“I’m glad you could come. I thought you might have been tired of me after spending the entire night together.”

“Are you kidding? I doubt I could ever get enough of you.”

I chuckled at that, trying to play it cool, even though my insides turned into mush. “So I take it that means you had fun?”

“I did, if you couldn’t tell after the third time I turned you into a sticky mess.”

“Good. Definitely a night to remember.”

“We should have some more of those,” Benji suggested, almost nonchalantly. I swallowed and nodded. Something caught in my chest, a flicker of flame sticking to my ribs as if they were made of dry tinder. I was only just getting to know Benji, but there was no denying the giddy sensations and intense attraction that arose when he was around.

Benji was a grounding force. A sexy one. I liked that. I wanted to explore that and him.

We reached the front of the line and were checked by security before being allowed into the luxurious lobby. Classic chandeliers hung from golden coffered ceilings. Thick red velvet draped the walls behind the concession stand. We went there first and ordered two glasses of wine.

“Well, there goes my down payment on a house,” I joked, lifting my extremely expensive glass of wine and clinking it against Benji’s.

“At least they fill the glass.”

“Ah, so you’re a glass-half-full kind of guy.”

“I am, I am.” Benji smiled as we walked through the buzzing crowd and into the theater. An usher pointed us to our seats—front and center orchestra, giving us a great and up-close view of the entire stage.

“Do you come to see shows often?” Benji asked as we took our seats.

“I went through a phase when that’s all I ever did. I’d show up for rush tickets and try to buy them cheap that same day. Didn’t matter if it was a show I’d seen a hundred times already. Then I got pretty beat up trying to pursue Broadway myself that I started almost resenting it. This is the first time I’ve been back in months.”

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