Page 16 of Behind The Screen

“Good girl.”

They grin and then descend on my clit with pinpoint accuracy. My hips thrust off the bed without my permission, seeking more friction with their lips and tongue. And then that godforsaken tongue piercing flicks against my clit, and I see stars. I can’t even comprehend what I’m saying or what my body is doing. But they see me through the entire thing as they pin my hips down and lick every sweet inch of me.

Their pale blue eyes watch me, amusement flashing in them with each attempt at breaking free of their hold. Only being able to see their eyes is exciting, sparking that sense of fear that’s been my constant companion lately. I’m starting to realize that all of that was just foreplay, teasing me and testing me until I was ready to let them in.

A gloved finger slips easily inside of me as their tongue continues its assault on my clit. The tension builds higher and higher, and I can’t hold myself up any longer. I fall back onto the bed, throwing my arms over my face as I struggle to make this last as long as possible. They add another finger and curl, finding that sweet spot inside of me with the same ease they found my clit.

“That’s it.” The vibration from their voice pushes me even closer to the edge. “That’s my girl. Come for me, doll face.”

The heat in my stomach sparks to life, spreading down my legs and up my spine. Like lightning, it shocks me with how fast it hits me, and I’m thrown into the best orgasm of my life. I scream out and grab hold of their mask so hard I’m afraid it might rip.

“I knew you’d sound so fucking perfect as you came on my mouth and fingers.” They stand up, blocking the camera once again before turning around and messing with it. “Enough sharing. Time to turn this off for good.”

I’m sweaty and spent, and anxious now that the feel-good endorphins are dying down. Because now we’re truly alone, and I don’t know what happens next.

“Congrats, Clara. You made almost $2,000 for that live stream.” Their raspy voice is quiet in the empty room.

“I’ll split it with you if that’s what you’re worried about.” After all, they did do half the work. I tug the scarf from my eyes and get my first good look at them.

A dark laugh escapes them before they turn around and face me again, their mask still pulled up to their nose. Their lips are wet with my release, and I watch as they slowly begin to take off their gloves. Next, they grab hold of the top of their mask and begin to pull it off.

My god, they’re fucking stunning. And not only that, but I instantly recognize them.

“The coffee shop,” I say, my voice struggling to make an appearance.

“I couldn’t help myself.”

They shrug, and their grin is ornery as hell. Between that, the sparkle of mischief in their blue eyes, and the mess of hair falling around their shoulders, I think I’m melting for my stalker.

“I’m not worried about the money, Clara. Don’t you remember how much I’ve thrown at you since the beginning?” A little dimple pops on their right cheek as they smile down at me. “But you’re not going to be doing that anymore. Understood?”

“Why?” I ask as they begin to crawl back onto the bed, hovering over my tired body.

“Why what?”

“Why me? Why can’t I do this anymore?” I gesture between myself and the camera.

“You aren’t going to do this anymore because you don’t have to. I have plenty of money to give you, Clara. Plenty of money to share. Anything you want is yours, as long as I get to keep you as mine.”

Their lips land on my own, and I don’t hesitate. I kiss them back, reaching up to grab a handful of hair to bring them closer. After all this buildup, all the teasing and torture, I want to know what their body feels like on top of mine. Before I can start, they reach down and pull off their shirt, exposing swaths of tattoos down their arms and across their chest. My free hand runs between their breasts, following the swirling lines until I reach the button of their jeans.

“Can I have a taste now?” I pop open the button and tug down the zipper. My hand immediately dips inside their underwear, hoping they’re just as affected by all of this as I am.

“Fuck, you make me so wet, Clara.”

They groan as my fingers part their slit. They’re fucking dripping, making a mess of my hand as I slip inside. The heel of my palm grinds against their clit, giving them the friction they need as I add another finger. They take it so well, rolling their hips as I thrust in and out in slow motions.

“I kind of like this,” I tell them before teasing one of their nipples through the soft fabric of their sports bra with my teeth. “Me being the one with the upper hand for once.”

Pulling my hand out from between their thighs, I bring my fingers to my lips and taste. I hum and moan around my fingers, making a show of it. After that, they make fast work of the rest of their clothes, throwing them on the floor next to the bed before climbing back on.

“I’ve dreamed of fucking this face since I first saw it.” They kiss down my jaw and then up to my lips before crawling up my body. I don’t waste any time, grabbing hold of their hips and pulling them down on my mouth.

I suck their clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue until they’re bucking against me. I can barely breathe, taking deep gasps between the rolls of their hips. If I go down like this, though, what a fucking way to go.

“I haven’t touched myself once since I first saw you,” they admit. “I’ve been waiting until I can have you, until you can be the one that makes me come. So this is going to be short and sweet, doll face.”

I’m an absolute puddle, knowing that they’ve watched me for months, fighting the urge to come every time they watched me. They saved this for me, and I melt because of it. Maybe having a stalker isn’t so bad when they’re this obsessed with you.

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