Page 11 of Stalked
Lia's words die on her lips. Her focus immediately drops back to my dick, her pupils dilating as she watches the wetness gleam in the dim light of my bedroom.
“Fuck, Lia,” I groan. “You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about you. In class, watching you bite that pencil when you're concentrating. In the lab, when you bend over the table and I can see down your shirt.”
Her breathing quickens, her cheeks flushing deeper.
“So fucking hot,” I continue, working myself faster now. “Those lips. That ass. The way you look at me when you're pissed off—makes me want to bend you over the nearest desk and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
She shifts on her bed, and I know she's pressing her thighs together, fighting the ache building between them.
“Are you touching yourself yet?” I ask. “I bet you're so wet for me.”
Silence fills the air, broken only by our heavy breathing.
“Are you?” I press when she doesn't answer right away. “Tell me the truth, Lia.”
She bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment before nodding. “Yes,” she whispers, and then lets out a soft moan that makes my cock throb painfully in my hand.
Fuck.
I hadn't expected her to admit it so easily. The perfect Lia Morgan, touching herself while watching me jerk off. The power of it surges through me.
“How wet are you?” I ask, my voice rough with need. “Tell me.”
She shifts on her bed, her free hand moving out of frame. “Very,” she admits, her voice barely audible. “Very wet.”
My rhythm falters as a wave of lust washes over me. I slow my strokes, not wanting to come too soon.
“Shove your fingers inside that pretty pussy,” I command, watching her face carefully for any sign of resistance. “Then hold them up to the camera. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
There's a moment where I think she might tell me to go fuck myself—that flash of defiance I've come to expect from her—but then her eyes darken. She shifts, her arm moving with purpose, and a small gasp escapes her lips.
When she raises her hand to the camera, two fingers glistening in the light from her bedside lamp, I nearly lose it right there. Her arousal coats her fingers, dripping slightly down toward her palm. My cock jerks in my hand at the sight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl, squeezing myself hard to keep from coming. “Now be a good girl and suck them clean for me.”
Her eyes flash—there's that defiance—but then she brings her fingers to her mouth. Her lips part, wrapping around her slick digits, and she moans as she tastes herself. Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly pulls them out, clean now.
“That's it,” I praise. “Now rub that pretty clit for me. Imagine it's my tongue instead of your fingers. Think about how good I'll make you feel, licking you until you come all over my face.”
Lia moans again, the sound like music to my ears. Her breathing gets labored, chest rising and falling rapidly, tellingme she's close. The way her eyes keep fluttering closed, the way her lips part with each breath is warning enough.
“That's it,” I encourage. “Show me how good it feels. Imagine my cock inside you instead of your fingers. Stretching you out, filling you up completely.”
Her head falls back against her pillows, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. I want to mark it, claim it, leave bruises that everyone would see tomorrow.
“Bet you're so fucking tight,” I continue, working my hand faster now. “Virgin pussy clenching around me while I fuck you for the first time. Would you like that, Lia? Want me to be your first?”
A whimper escapes her, followed by a strangled “Yes,” that makes my balls tighten.
“Come for me,” I command. “Now, Lia. Let me see you fall apart.”
As if my words have physical power over her, Lia cries out, her back arching off the bed. She's fucking beautiful like this—all that control she normally wears like armor shattered. Her face transforms with pleasure, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed a deep rose. Those amber eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are hazy with ecstasy. Even through the phone screen, she's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.
I'm right on the edge myself, pressure building at the base of my spine, but I force myself to hold back.
“Open your eyes,” I growl. “Look at me. I want you to watch me come for you.”
Her eyes snap open, fixing on my cock with an intensity that nearly undoes me.
